Alicia's Nipples Can Cut Glass - Sex Stories

Alicia's Nipples Can Cut Glass

... Trucks, conveyor belts and people all worked in a haze of dust.

Alicia still didn't know where they were, so asked Sharon what it was called.

Boyley Knot was the answer.

Sharon expanded, "The story goes that the bloke who founded the mine wasn't called Boyley or Knot or anything like that, he was digging around prospecting and looked up and said, 'This place is boiling hot.' So ever since that's what it's been called. That's what they told me anyway.".

Was this real or was she playing dumb? "What mine?"

"The diamond mine dear, it's why we've come to this shithole. Angelo is making some deals and we'll be going back home when it's all been sorted and loaded."

Alicia was surprised, "You're in the diamond import business? I had no idea. I suppose jewels are a lot safer than some of the alternatives."

Sharon was dismissive, "You mean drugs? The cops have dogs and detectors that sniff it all out eventually no matter how well it's hidden. But stones have no scent, nobody dies because of a bad trip and the money is dependable. Drugs is a mug's game."

She was more interested in the weather, "I love it up here on a clear night with the moon and the stars, it's much cooler than down there. And the lights are really pretty. I just sit listening to the insects chirping to each other in the darkness, it's a magical place.

"Even in the day it's great away from that dust, just the breeze to take away the sweat." With that Sharon stripped off her blouse and bra ...

... and sat down on the grass in her jeans.

Alicia wondered if she was going to make a pass, but after a while nothing seemed to be happening so she relaxed against a tree.

Eventually they set off in the car again and made their way back down to the house.

That evening, Alicia was bored. She was used to exercise and sitting around watching TV was making her feel fidgety. Sharon was in her room with Angelo and was not to be disturbed, so carrying the mental image of Angelo bouncing up down as if he was a kid in an inflatable castle, she changed into some running gear and set off along the track up into the hills. Soon she was away from the floodlights with the moon providing scant illumination of her route. Dodging the shadows that could conceal boulders, she came across a trail that went straight up the incline so took that, enjoying the burn in her muscles.

By the time she reached the top of the ridge she was satisfactorily out of breath and perspiring heavily. Sharon had been right about it being cooler up there; the breeze was refreshing even with her sports top blocking most of the benefit.

It was deserted and dark though; nobody was there to disturb the peace. Well, apart from the millions of creatures screeching away. It was almost deafening. She hitched her top up to expose her boobs and allowed the sweat to evaporate, then after some minutes felt bolder. The top had to go.

Standing with her bare boobs facing the wind, arms spread wide she sighed with ...