Echo 01 - Sex Stories

Echo 01

... and poking into everything, but my own business!

[Packing up the quite large club cab truck for the trip to the resort]

"Echo, what were you chit chatting with my Auntie Lillian about earlier, hmm?"

"Oh, I mean, Jill, I said to your auntie that I couldn't wait to see your resort running sprinter uniform and then she said back to me "Echo, we need your help to get that girl's head in the game this weekend because she hasn't broken the 200 in under 25 seconds yet" and then I said back, back to your auntie "that it's probably Pete's fault because he doesn't rub your legs down enough with olive oil afterwards" and then your auntie said back, back, back to me "Echo, that's way TMI" with an exclamation point and then I said back, back, back, back to your auntie "oops, my bad Auntie Lillian" and then she secretly slipped a brown paper bag to me with a bottle of extra, extra virgin olive oil in it and then she said "ahem, and remind Pete to keep his head out of the game until Jill breaks 25 seconds in the 200" with another exclamation point and then we both giggled, tee he, so?"

Oh, Jill's Auntie Lillian is a bit of a free spirit and a modern woman, so. Oh, and Peter was giggling his ass off the whole time!

"Echo, new rule, no more chit chatting with my naughty Auntie! Exclamation point! But make sure the entire bottle of olive oil ends up in our cabin."

"Exclamation point, Jill?"

"Well, exclamation point minus one application for your little legs just before my ...

... meets start tomorrow so you can catch somebody's eye with the shine, Echo, but then exclamation point. Oh, but not an application by my Pete! Who also needs to stop giggling! Especially if he wants to get his head in the game ever again! Exclamation point!"

[Pete is caught with embarrassment]

"Oh, ahem, grumble, gruff, ahem, oh, I mean, um, tee he, I think we're ready to hit it and strip it, I mean, get with it, so, are we ready to vroom?"

"I'm ready, honey."

"I'm ready too. And your Auntie Lillian had a second bottle of olive oil for herself, Jill, so?"

"OMFG, Echo!!!!!! Well, did she let a name slip out? Not that I'm a busy body like you, so?"

LOL, six exclamation points, right? I mean, nobody is a busy body, but they all want to know what you know, right?

[Frank gives it one more shot because he really wants to remember that time when Echo caved in]

"(Beep, beep) it looks pretty crowded in there with three people in a truck designed to carry six people comfortably, so, how about it, Echo, huh?"

[Pete is good at intervening]

"(Psst, what do you want to do, Echo?)"

"(Psst, I want to sleep in Jill's practice running uniform as my nighty night jammies tonight.)"

"(Psst, OMFG, Echo, I meant, psst, do you want to ride with Frank or what?)"

"(Oh, psst, my bad, NO! Vroom away, Peter!)"

[Pete's vroom aways are pretty gentle]

"See you on the road, Frank (honk, honk.)"

[Vroom, vroom, vroom down the highway with the hopes of breaking 25 ...