The Break-In

Stripped For Florida: The Break-In

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THE BREAK-IN

by Willie B. Florida, all rights reserved
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A note from the author: believe it or not, this is based on a quite true story!!! Really, truth is stranger than fiction. The Bed, Bath and Beyond part at the end is my own addition. Enjoy.
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"Are you sure no one's going to come home?"

"Chill, Cin," Ron replied, "We've done this three times already."

"I know, but it just makes me so nervous."

"Relax, I'll be around to let you in -- it'll just take a minute!"

Ron pushed through the overgrown bushes along the side of the house, hoisted himself over the six foot privacy fence and dropped down into the backyard. Tall pines left the grass covered in needles and cones. A scraggly citrus tree grew near an open shed and a few crepe myrtle bushes stood along the back fence line. A red-haired dachshund picked himself up and waddled over on short legs. The dog knew Ron well from lessons.

"Hey, Fox, that's a good dog." Ron scratched her behind the ears, but was eager to get into the house. Next to the back door Ron lifted a loose flap of screen, wiggled his fingers between two slats of the jalousie window, pried them open, reached around and unlatched the back door from inside.

Pulling his hand back he hastily put the screen back into place and let himself into his violin teacher's house. He closed the jalousie and hastened through the small kitchen, dining nook and living room. He opened the front door.

"God, Ron, what took so long!" Cindy gave one last look behind her toward the street and slipped into the house.

"If anyone comes by when you're waiting just tell them you're a Jehovah's Witness."

Cindy giggled. "Yeah, right! Some Jehovah's witness. Let's get you into bed." She patted a small bag she was carrying. "Remember?"

Ron looked chagrined, but nodded. "Okay, whatever. Let's get that part over with."

In spite of any misgivings, Ron knew that they were on borrowed time, as well as in borrowed space. The young couple moved to the bedroom and Ron stripped down. At 16 he was nearly six feet tall and his skin was taut and tanned over well-formed muscles. His penis jutted out from a bush of dark hair. He'd stopped wearing underwear recently so that he could feel the swing of his balls even when dressed. Cindy pushed him down onto the bed.

"Hey, aren't you getting naked, too?" He protested.

"First things first, lover," she teased. From her bag she pulled out a can of shaving cream and a disposable razor.

"Lie down," she ordered.

"I hope you know what you're doing with that thing."

"I'm quite experienced." It was true that she was quite expertly shaved all around her labia and mons. Ron lay down and shuddered at the feeling of the shaving cream liberally sprayed all over his pubic area.

Cindy had sucked him one time and he would do almost anything for her to do it again. This was Cindy's condition.

"At least no one will see me," Ron thought. Being shaved was not exactly rare in Florida, and lots of boys were stripped so you could see just exactly how bare and exposed they were. But Ron was still attached to his new growth of hair. He equated it with maturity. But, if his 15-year old girlfriend was willing to give him head, he was willing to let her shave it all off.

Cindy ran the razor over his skin. He had to admit it felt pretty good. He relaxed and let her do her thing, while his penis rose into a full erection--both from the sensations and in anticipation of what was to come. Cindy disappeared into the bathroom and was back with a damp warm towel with which she wiped off all the remaining cream. Then she dove down onto his erection. She really was incredibly good at sucking cock!!!

"Oh, Cin, oh my god -- shit -- don't stop," Ron groaned.

But after only a few minutes Cin did stop. She didn't want her boyfriend coming too soon!

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Ariella rummaged in her bag for the keys and unlocked the door. She was grateful for the unusual chance to get home and take a nap. Maybe she'd vacuum the living room first, she thought. It was the second Wednesday of the month and it was the only day she got off early at the library. Of course, she had to make up the hours at staff meeting in the evening next week. Still, being lazy in the afternoon was always a treat!

She stepped into the small foyer, still debating with herself about vacuuming, when she heard strange sounds in the back.

"Did I leave Fox inside this morning?" she wondered. No, she distinctly remembered Fox whining as she put him outside for the day. A gasp and a low scream emerged from the bedroom. Not dog sounds, for sure!

She walked carefully through the house until she could see clear down the hallway. Even with only a view from the back Ariella could see that a naked girl was most definitely fucking someone, a someone who was lying in her bed!

Confident that this was no ordinary burglar Ariella relaxed and walked down the hall for a better view. She smiled as she watched the girl grasp the rope she'd had Stan install over their bed. How many times had she been in exactly this position, her hands grasping the rope over her head as she plunged down onto Stan's huge erection. This girl seemed quite good at the coordinated movements necessary to give herself a really superb fucking. She couldn't see the boy, hidden as he was by the girl's bucking body, but she knew that he was probably enjoying the action even as he provided his girlfriend his erection. From the extent of the girl's movements she guessed that the boy was fairly well endowed! Ariella leaned against the doorframe and watched. She was quite familiar with the view in the large mirror over their bed. She waited for the girl to notice her.

It was the girl's eyes that reacted first, going wide with surprise, even as her body continued to rise up and plunge down. The nerve impulses eventually reached the appropriate brain synapses and the girl pulled herself up, her hands grasping the rope tightly.

"Oh shit!"

"Hey, why are you stopping, Cin?" the boy's voice whined.

"Why don't you shut up!" The girl spoke with vehemence. She lifted herself off the erect penis that she'd been impaling herself on and turned around, still half suspended in the air.

"I'm so sorry. We were just leaving."

"That's the funniest thing I've heard in a long time," Ariella observed sardonically. "Let me take a look at your boyfriend." She walked into the room and with an easy swing of her foot swept the discarded clothing under the bed. At the same time she looked eye to eye at the boy straining his head up to see what was going on. "Ron!" she exclaimed. "I didn't know you had a girlfriend."

"Um, yeah. Ariella, this is Cindy. Cindy, this is . . . "

"Shut your mouth, Ron. You said no one would come home. My parents are going to kill me, do you know that? Oh, fucking shit!!!"

"I'm not going to report you to your parents, so you can stop worrying about that. I can understand you two need a place to have sex, but you should have asked me first, Ron."

Ron couldn't quite hang his head, since he was still lying flat on his back, but he tried to look remorseful.

"My parents really are going to kill me," Cindy said again, but more quietly.

In truth her parents couldn't conceive of their little girl having sex. "I don't even think she notices their little thingies," her mother had remarked just recently to her best friend, "although some of these stripped boys aren't so little," she laughed. "I'm so grateful. She's the most innocent creature."

Ron's parents were not as ignorant of their son's blossoming sex drive, but assumed that the lines of communication were wide open. "You can talk to us about anything," his mother told him. She'd been cleaning his room and was well aware of the stained sheets.

"Son, sex is perfectly fine and healthy," his father had informed him. "I had plenty of sex when I was a bit older than you, but living in Florida today, kids are practically encouraged to have sex in the streets. So, if you have a girlfriend -- even a boyfriend . . . "

"Dad!" protested Ron.

" . . . Hey, I'm open-minded and you should be, too," his father continued, "but I don't want to be the last to know if you're screwing around."

"Okay, dad, I'll let you know."

But he hadn't let his dad know, or anyone else for that matter. Ron suspected Cindy had previous sexual experience. She had confidence and she knew what she liked. She was also incredibly good at pleasuring him! But this was Ron's first girlfriend and he didn't feel like revealing his astounding new feelings to the whole world.

"I said get up!" Ariella said pointedly. Ron realized he'd been thinking instead of listening. He rolled off the bed and stood on his feet. Cindy was already standing there, evidently waiting for Ariella's next instruction.

"As I said, I'm not reporting this to your parents. I'm not mad at you. You can continue to use my bedroom in future, but only if you ask me first," she said, looking at Ron with a pointed expression. "But I am going to have a little fun with you two."

Her smile was both grim and mischievous and neither Ron nor Cindy was sure they were going to like whatever she had in mind.

"Alright kids, I want you out of the house and into my car," Ariella's voice was no-nonsense. From listening to his teacher and Ariella go at it, Ron was quite aware that Ariella didn't lose arguments. Unbidden, the image flashed into his head of Ariella holding the rope and plunging down on Stan, watching herself in the mirror. He didn't know why it hadn't occurred to him before this moment that the setup meant that Stan and Ariella had pretty wild sex, too, and with Ariella riding on top. He blushed and hustled out of the house in advance of Ariella's warning looks.

"But, Ariella," Cindy said hesitantly, "we're naked. What about our clothes."

"You won't be needing them." Ariella's voice had a finality about it that brooked any further comment. Cindy looked around the front yard, much more nervous than she had been just a short time ago while she waited for Ron to open the door from inside. She moved as quickly as possible to the car, but when she tried to get in found it locked. Ron felt like a fool, being found in bed flat on his back not even aware that Ariella had been watching. He tried to look debonair now, strolling over to the car like he was already a stripped, tanned and handsome boy.

Ariella unlocked the car and stood patiently while Ariella and Ron got into the back seat. Settling herself behind the wheel she admonished the two teens to buckle in. "I don't want any unfortunate injuries to my passengers."

After about 15 minutes Ariella pulled the car into the large shopping center on Bishop Road and went round to the back. There weren't any folks around and the sun beat down on the expanse of concrete. It was a loading dock and Ariella punched in a security code next to a service entrance and held the unmarked door open. Once inside they found themselves in some warehouse-looking room, but Ariella walked them through without pause and they emerged into a store. Ron's skin wasn't used to being fully exposed and the air-conditioning raised goosebumps all over his torso. Cindy glanced around, her practiced eyes taking in the surroundings.

"As promised, I have not reported you to parents or authorities," Ariella commented, a hint of a grin playing around the corners of her mouth. "Nice to have met you, Cindy. Ron, I imagine I'll see you on Tuesday when you come by for your music lesson." And with that Ariella turned, let herself back through the door to the warehouse and left the two erstwhile lovers standing under the fluorescent lights.

Ron's first instinct was to hasten after her. Indeed, he tried, but the door was locked. "Where are we, Cin?" Ron asked.

"Looks like Bed, Bath and Beyond."

There were lots of bath items, curtains, and even a bed.

"I don't think we can get out of here," Ron worried. "The sensors will go crazy if we try to get out the front."

"I have a better idea," Cindy said, licking her lips and wriggling her naked body sensuously.

"Um . . . " Ron had an inkling where this was going.

"Ariella walked in just as I was about to cum. It's driving me crazy." She grabbed the boy by the arm and propelled him towards the bed. It was one of those displays with the bed sitting in the middle of the floor, completely covered in layers of lace, duvets, pillow shams and whatnots. This one was all done up in white, looking like an extravagantly large wedding cake. Upon this cake Ron was unceremoniously shoved and his penis immediately sucked up into Cindy's luscious mouth. He was hard as a rock in ten seconds, erecting deep into Cindy's hot throat. She pulsed on him three times and sucked hard as she pulled up, releasing him with a loud slurp. Bouncing on the springy mattress she slid herself down his wet shaft and began working herself back to the moment that had been so surprisingly interrupted by the sight of Ariella in the mirror.

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"Sir," the silver-haired lady was dressed meticulously, a small cameo holding her lace shawl closed, "two young persons are having sex on the display in the back."

"Thank you ma'am. We'll check it out." The manager sighed. Stripped kids think they can fuck anywhere they like. Well, it may be legal, but not on my brand new merchandise. He stepped round from the service desk and worked his way to the back of the enormous store.

"Oh, do you work here?" It was a woman in her twenties, quite perky he decided, in a miniskirt and low-cut top. A moment later he realized she was standing almost in the arms of a slightly taller, well-built young man.

"Yes, I'm the manager on duty. How can I help you?"

"The kids over there . . . "

He followed her gaze. "Yes, I'm sorry I was just about to ask them to . . . "

"I know, aren't they just the cutest? So, my fiancé and I . . . see, we like what they're doing so much that we've realized that's the bed we want. Can we order it just like it is, same sheets, pillows, everything." She twined herself even tighter into the man's arm, squirming up against his body.

"Yes, that's what we'd like to order," the man put in.

"Just like it is. I wish we could take the kids, too." The young woman looked over and they all stared as Cindy plunged down on Ron's hard shaft, clenched her pussy lips together, pulled up, flexed her labia on the very tip of his penis and just before pulling off completely slid back down. The manager felt his cock rising in sympathy to the sensations the boy on the bed must be feeling in the grip of this amazingly talented girl. She really did move her pussy lips as expertly as if it were her mouth. The threesome tore their gaze away long enough for the manager to promise to get the order put in right away.

"I'll just get the paperwork here and we can have that delivered this afternoon," he assured them.

"As soon as possible," the young woman sighed, nearly fainting into her fiancé's arms with desire. "And, sir, I'd keep those kids busy if I were you. Probably sell another bed this afternoon."

Cindy rose to the very tip of her boyfriend's cock, and with a scream plunged herself down hard against his pubic bone and thrashed her body in the throes of orgasm. Ron's ejaculation was halted by the vise like grip of her vagina on his cock. When her muscles pulsed open he thrust upwards, only to have her steel grip halt the flow again. One gasp after another he finally emptied himself into her and lay drenched in both his own and her sweat.

The manager waited a minute to let them recover and then moved in. "You two," he instructed, "this bed is sold, but I want you on that bed over there right this minute." He hoped his order was firm enough that the dazed looking couple would act without thinking. Sure enough boy and girl rolled off the bed and on unsteady feet staggered over to a baby blue concoction of bedding and threw themselves upon it.

With the sale of the white wedding cake concoction completed, staff rolled the bed into the back to prepare it for delivery and the manager went up front to take care of business. But before long a couple in their 30s were at the front desk inquiring about a certain baby blue bed in the back. "You know, the one with the adorable young lovers on it?"

Cindy and Ron were in the throes of orgasm when the manager showed up. This time Ron was on top sliding his long cock in and out of Cindy's slick vagina. She was clearly cumming constantly as Ron plunged in over and over again. He arched up and back, slammed his cock as far in as possible and silently screamed a hot jet of sperm into his girlfriend's snatch. A minute later the blurry-eyed lovers were guided to a peach and ivory affair and another bed was packed off for sale.

Two more beds were sold that day, doubling the usual number of sales.

The manager stood over the exhausted lovers as they lay splayed out on their backs on a maroon and navy blue creation. He ran his eyes briefly over their bodies, admiring the girl's young tits, taut skin and shaved pussy. The boy wasn't bad looking either, smooth, muscular and tall.

"That wasn't a bad day. You've gone from being a potential source of trouble for me to being offered a job. Come in three days a week this summer and I'll pay you a 5% sales commission. For today that would have come in at roughly $250.00."

Cindy's brain wasn't functioning very well. Ron wasn't up for coherent conversation. They both stared up at the manager and nodded. What they understood was that they weren't in trouble and that maybe there was money involved.

"The store's closing. Let's get you up front and have you fill out some paperwork."

They followed the manger to the front and stood at the desk while he asked them their names, addresses, birth dates and social security numbers. Having completed the forms he went to unlock the front doors. As they passed the check out counter the sensor alarms started going off. He looked back at them.

"I'm sorry. There must be a glitch in our system. So, I'll see you both tomorrow?"

Ron nodded. Cindy's brain was slowly processing the fact that the manager assumed that they were stripped and that the sensor was in error. They stepped out of the store and into the rapidly emptying mall. But there were sensors everywhere and they began going off. In front of Forever 21, at the food court, at the ATT Mobile pavilion. Ron took Cindy's hand and began running.

"We've got to get out of here, Cin."

"Stop right there, kids." The deep voice of a security guard brought them up short. "Always some smart aleck, playing games right when it's time to close down." The guard passed a handheld sensor over the back of their ears. "Just as I thought, you're not stripped."

In two seconds the guard pulled disposable nylon handcuff strips from his belt, wrapped them around Cindy's wrists, wrapped another round Ron and used the third to link them together. They stood back to back, naked and strapped together. "Stay still," the guard warned, "you won't get anywhere fast this way." He laughed and stepped over to a counter and returned. "Say cheese," the guard joked and plunged a long hypodermic needle deep into Ron's buttock and steadily emptied the syringe into his muscle.

"Name and phone number?" He asked Ron.

"Um . . . "

"It won't do no good to hold back. You can just spend the night in jail until they figure out who you are and call your guardian."

Ron gave his name, parents' names and phone number.

"Oh my god," Cindy moaned. "They're going to kill me."

The guard waited patiently.

"They don't have to know we're having sex," Ron argued.

"Yeah, just that I'm strapped to some boy in the middle of the mall -- naked!!!"

The guard called first one and then the other set of parents. "I've got to lock up, so you two just wait here. There's no way out anyway."

"Ron?"

"Yes?"

"Um, I think my parents are on the way, so do you think . . . "

"Hmm?"

"Like, the guy is locking up, can you jack off real quick?"

"Jack off?"

"Yeah, make that monster hard on go down before my mom gets here."

"Um, Cin, there's nothing I can do about it."

"What do you mean? You don't usually walk around like that. In fact, after all the sex we've had today . . . " she giggled.

"Didn't you see that guy stick that huge ol' needle in me?"

"Yeah, what was that all about anyway?"

"Shit, Cin. You really don't know?"

"Know what?"

"That's what they do to boys who aren't stripped who get caught naked. That's 'the shot.' I'll be hard for something like 48 hours now."

"Unggg," Cindy groaned. "I can't believe it."

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"Okay, kids, this one's sold. I need you over here on this Beautyrest queen." The manager stood over the exhausted teens as they rolled themselves off the king size bed where they'd been fucking for the last half hour. "You can take a break after one more sale." The manager could afford to be compassionate. Punishment or not, this unlikely pair had been a boon to business. The local Bed, Bath and Beyond had even made the evening news as the young lovers became famous for their in-store antics. Already there were rumors of copycat teens being paid to fuck in competing businesses.

For Cindy and Ron the assignment was proving to be no picnic. At first Cindy had been relieved. Ron's father had been far more upset than her parents, who already suspected their daughter of multiple sexual antics and had no expectations of hearing about them from her. Ron's father, on the other hand, had been severely disappointed that his overtures to his son had been so blatantly disregarded.

"I'm really saddened, son," he'd said when he showed up on the fateful day. "I thought you'd promised to let me know if you were having sex. In fact, I thought you'd come talk to me before you even started being sexually active."

Ron hung his head, his penis incongruously thrusting upwards with the effects of the shot.

Where the parents saw eye to eye was on the consequences of the teens' behavior. Now they were hard at work at the store three days a week, but all the money was going into scholarship accounts. They should have been happy, but the cash seemed imaginary while the chore of fucking all day was real enough. They did sell beds! For some reason Ron and Cindy had the perfect combination of youth, innocence and hard-core sexuality that made couples in their 20s and 30s buy beds.

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My boy takes lessons with the same teacher, but Stan waits until my son is out of the room. I'm writing a check for the music lesson.

"Did you hear about Ron?" Stan asks me, his eyebrows up and a hint of laughter around his mouth.

"Ron? He's a really good musician."

"Yeah, Ariella caught him and his girlfriend having sex in our bed!"

"What!"

"They got in while no one was here, but Ariella came home unexpectedly." Stan chuckles.

"I wouldn't have thought it so funny if I'd caught them doing it in my bed," I remark.

"Well, I think it's pretty funny, especially after you hear what Ariella did."

"Okay . . . "

"Lets just say if you go to Bed, Bath and Beyond most days after school you'll find them fucking their brains out."

"How's that?"

"They're earning their way back into their parents good graces! Oh, and they're both stripped."

My son comes back into the room. "What's going on?" he asks.

"Time to go home," I announce.

(The End)