The last Boy and Girl on Earth

[Enkil]

The Last Boy And Girl on earth.

Warning:
Contains mature themes and borderline sexual misconduct. (good you say? pfft!)
It also contains a lot of wetting and wet sex, and doing things in semi public.
May contain traces of politically incorrect plot. Any resemblance to current society is probably deliberate.
Forgive the typos I write these in notepad. I might add more to the story or I might not. These characters seem fun.


The rather boring end of the world.
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Tom was a child of the apocolypse. It wasn't the hellfire and brimstone, or climate inferno apocolypse, not even pestilence and plagues really. It was pretty much a non event. Mostly stupid people getting their own way. Generally everyone was just confused what make of it all. Years of being taught it was all over.. then nothing happened. Still alive. Really it was mostly people in echo chambers /loudly/ fearing change - the trouble with that is - when your kids grow up after the changes, to them nothing has changed at all. Such is life after all.

He had been conceived during a worldwide epidemic, another non starter; since the people that died during it were mostly old and sickly or already had fatal medical conditions to start with. It hadn't justified bankrupting half of the world in fear. Really, the epidemic had not even really been that bad - not too many people died.. compared to the population of the world anyway. Still; his parents, having been forced to isolate from the infected had nothing else better to do.. except each other. So he happened. Imagine their surprise. They didn't even know they still COULD have kids. They were getting old, plus decades of non stop articles about falling fertility rates had them convinced. When the media also started publishing reports that some vaccines negatively impacted fertility, sterility in some cases - in particular the vaccine his parents had used - they just assumed. They never got pregnant before. Boy were they wrong. As it turned out another major side effect was hot flushes - and the fertility rates as it turned out had been related to stress. Having an "unscheduled" vacation while they isolated and amused themselves with each other - isn't really all that stressful as it turns out. oops.

On top of that was the gender apocolypse.. decades of pushing agendas in school and social media combined with the surprise discovery of a cure for aging meant all of a sudden the need to reproduce wasn't really urgent anymore. An entire generation grew to inherit the earth that really had no fixed sense of gender identity anymore - and with nobody aging the lines blurred fashion and gender into a confusing mess.

When all the dust had settled and everyone peered nerviously out their front door, they found a new government elected. Not an angel or demon walking the world in sight. While the politicians were trying to get their shit together, all the green groups had ganged up, encouraged by all the "green" politicians elected at the time.. then lobbied half the power stations and most of the heavy industry out of business before the rest of the government could do anything about it.

When the new government finally got their act together, they looked on in horror. Over half the population had no job and 75% of the country had no electricity.. This wasn't immediately noticed, since 80% of the population lived in the cities located in the 25% of the country that still had at least some power(most of the time). It had also become so expensive it was now considered a luxury - so many people had already been disconnected. It wasn't until the rich people found themselves sitting in the dark at night too and complained that the government even figured it out.

Meanwhile the rural areas (the 75% of land where the other 20% of the population lived) found themselves out of work or out of power. Initially they did not fare so well. Frustrated - they banded together and started overhauling or seizing control of the local power network. Solar, Wind, and Hydro redirected to feed millions of improvised batteries. New industries sprang up. When the gas was cut off, most of it having been redirected to the cities, someone had the bright idea to start manufacturing wood fire stoves again. When the gas to the cities ran out too, someone adapted some Mars technology and started turning the wood smoke into gas and selling it to them. If anything, the economy in the rural areas - where most of the food and innovation was now happening; boomed. For the first time in probably a century - money hoarded in the cities began flowing into the rural areas again.

The green groups did not like this one bit, nor did the IMF, who sitting proudly at the helm of a worldwide economic depression; leeching eagerly off all the interest payments suddenly found themselves with the real possibility that this country.. bucking the worldwide trend may well soon pay off their international debts! Fearing the loss of their influence in the region and terrified other countries might try to copy them the IMF put pressure on the reserve bank who immediately jacked up interest rates while the green groups started pressuring rural councils to stamp out fireplaces and gas completely!
Between rising super inflation and obscene council fees and land rates to pressure people away from burning anything at all to survive.. the rural areas suffered. The flow of money reversed back to the cities, into bankers and council pcokets. Soon, with rural incomes suddenly falling 40 years behind inflation - they revolted. An actual revolution.

As one - Burning torches and pitchforks in hand the rural communities promptly burnt down all the council offices outside of the cities and literally ran all the politicians out of town. Then they bulldozed the ruins and built community gardens in their place. A surprising amount of wasted space liberated. Former council employees unable to leave and not really blamed for the crimes of their employers found themself as farmers now.

The state governments looked on in horror.. then realised.. really although it was a bit more work for them, they had never really needed the councils anyway. Then someone noticed local council wasn't even in the founding fathers charter anyway. Funded by normal income and sales taxes which thanks to the unexpected boom was overflowing their coffers - the state and federal governments, already overpaid weathered the inflation just fine; and realised they could do the same job as local council without robbing the citizens blind to do it. It just meant.. you know.. doing actual work for once.

Soon even the cities were booming too. With the rural community in control food and gas supplies secured and stabilised. Quality of life gradually recovered... and life went on.


The life of Tom
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Tom's parents had survived the apocolypse just fine.. already near retirement age they had a modest pension to live off.. and mostly out of curiosity they had dabbled in crypto currency. Having fully retired by the time super inflation hit, making even their super pension inadequate - their laughably small holdings in bitcoin had suddenly appreciated in value from $3200 to over a million dollars - between that and investing in crypto transaction processing as passive income, their new income easily made up for their retirement funds shortfall. They were not high rollers, with inflation being so high they barely managed a comfortable lifestyle - anything too extravagent dug into their funds too much to risk - but mostly they did not go without.

It meant Tom had grown up in a household that mostly had enough to eat and usually had electricity to keep smart devices charged. So graduating from school - an income of his own was still important. He had taken up work along the grand ridge which had become a hotspot for wind turbines and solar which powered a number of very prosperous local industries and farming communities in the highlands. Even the street lights, long since unplugged in the cities to save power still worked up on the settlements of grand ridge.

Of course having lived through the apocolypse the area he lived was not entirely unscathed. The summers were now as hot as the winters were biterly cold.
In the highlands ice was not uncommon. Tom worked a number of casual jobs over the summer, mostly farming on the one hand, and fabrication in the factories on the other. Winter had arrived, so it was generally the habit of casual workers during this time to return to the valleys and flats to ride out the winters then return when the weather improved. With skills picked up in factories winding transformers and dynamos for power generation, Tom built a modified bicycle using scavenged parts with a small electric motor with regenerative braking and a modest battery. He was quite proud of the end result. However this meant he put off leaving the highlands a little too late - anticipating he could travel back down the mountain with little difficulty using his new powered bicycle. The weather had most definately turned nasty by this point - and he was most certainly not dressed for it.


It is all downhill from here
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He was at this point in the midst of the trip down. Pedalling along the flats, motor powering up the hills, recharging his battery along downhill sections, he was on the last part of his downhill trip. He could see in the distance the major east west highway that ran along the flats at the foot of the grand ridge mountains. It had changed a lot since the previous year. The greedy councils had been thrown out and the economy was booming again. The economy had steadily recovered and grown over the summer and he could see near bumper to bumper traffic threading like a silver river along the foot of the mountains. Lorries, Vans, tankers and couriers were constantly transporting goods back and forth between the food production and manufacturing areas in the cities and rural areas. A mix of electric, hydrogen and occaisional carbon fuel based vehicles. It was still a distace off, but the sheer volume of movement made it visible to Tom even from up here on the side of the mountain.

He was coasting downhill at this point, a shocking chill mixed in with occaisional icy water or even hail assulting him as he traveled. He had been shivering quite badly but for whatever reason he had stopped. Focusing on enjoying the feeling of speed he flew downhill. His fingers felt odd. Not really feeling the cold anymore they almost felt hot. He was in sight of the base of the mountain below the final downhill section. He could see a little up the highway below some sort of roadhouse that must have sprang up over the summer - appealing curls of smoke driving up from chimneys suggesting warmth inside.

This late in the day the roadhouse seemed not particularly busy, the service station further back seemed more popular - numerous folk fueling up, charging, unloading, swapping battery packs or grabbing snacks on their way to somewhere else. The roadhouse seemed more of a tourist stop. But it also appeared to have rooms for the night - unlike the service station. Despite being downhill he thumbed his throttle and picked up speed, aiming for the roadhouse and threading through the thick traffic at the bottom. The traffic was so slow his bicycle had no trouble keeping up.

He found a section of metal piping likely placed exactly for this purpose and propped his bicycle up on it, locking a chain around it. He paused to look around. The roadhouse was about two stories high. Although that was slightly misleading, one wing was more of a split level built into a section of steep hillside at the foot of the mountain then expanding toward the road to a true second story. He spotted what appeared to be the main entrance, pulling his heavy pack off the bicycle to throw on his shoulder. He stumbled with it towards the main entrance. Rubbing his hands to warm them, they felt like hot water had been poured on them. Owch. Shouldering his way into the roadhouse door he looked around. There was several tables on the left, a counter at the back and some booths along the wall to his right with a stairway behind weaving around them up the wall to a couple of landings and disappearing upstairs. To the left was a raging fireplace with a half circle of tables clustered around it.

Contrary to exterior appearances there was actually quite a few people occupying the tables inside - especially near the fire. The bar too had a gaggle of people standing around it gossiping. There was only been a handful of vehicles outside - so presumably there must be some form of public transport servicing the roadhouse for it to be so full. Even the first landing on the stairway had several people on it. To his surprise(since most people no longer bothered making it obvious what their gender actually was, and it was actively discouraged socially) one was a young girl around Toms age in a short skirt and tank top at least 2 sizes too small clearly outlining the fact she had breasts sitting absently swinging her feet as she boredly looked about the room. She was definately female and dressed the part. She stood out in a room full of gender ambiguity. Probably cosplay or some other gender fluid thing he figured. That style of clothes was literally 50 years out of date now. Likely some lover somewhere gave her the outfit as a kinky game. There is irony he thought. Dressing like a male or female was now so rare it was considered a fetish. His parents being from the older generation, and more or less free to do as they pleased had raised him like a normal farm boy. Made it difficult to find a date.. the last person who asked him out had a bigger penis than he did - and had asked him out because he was dressed like a male. He had politely declined.

He spotted a booth backing onto the landing with a solitary (and very drunk) scruffy looking ..er guy(?) sitting there with their back to the stairs. He assumed it was a guy for their general body shape but with the cacaphony of thick colourful clothes it was hard to tell. With the possible exception of the girl on the landing, most of the people in the room wore clothes a missmatch of extravagant, feminine or masculine with no real common theme suggesting what gender they actually identified as - let alone what they were born with.

With a resigned shrug- Tom; dressed in a simple jacket and pants which stood out like a sore thumb in a room full of fluidity, shuffled over to the booth and attempted to get the persons attention. He gestured at the empty bench seat on the other side of the table. The person nodded, gesturing to indicate Tom could sit. Tom pulled off his pack and slid it on the seat, sitting next to it. He cringed. Now that the excitment from rocketing down the mountain was fading he realized with a wet sound as he sat that his clothes were completely soaked through, and he was quite cold. He also noticed just how tired he actually was. The scruffy person turned over a clean glass and half filled it from his bottle, and slid it over to Tom. In a voice that sounded harsh, genderless and inebriated; the person suggested to Tom, "..it looks like you need a drink" Tom accepted the drink in good humor and took a sip. The liquid burning an amber path down his throat. He noticed he was shivering again. Quite badly in fact. The drink left an unpleasant but warm feeling; easing the shivering somewhat. "Thanks", Tom said simply to the person on the other side, who nodded with satisfaction and then decided to take a nap. Either that or they passed out. The result was the same in either case.

His table companion now effectively ignoring him, Tom again glanced about the room at the wild mob of patrons around him. A flash of bright fluro orange caught the corner of his eye. He turned a little to look and found himself at eye level with the knees of the girl sitting on the landing. She was sitting towards him knees open between two vertical handrail supports as she sat swinging her feet looking about the room. His vantage point was close enough he could have leaned forward over the table and touched her legs. She had brown sandals on. He also realised now she had stockings on. The old vintage kind with garters. Not that anyone else could have noticed under her skirt unless they had his current viewpoint. Given the cold, it probably kept her legs warm. The look of bordem on her face was coloured by irritation. It was lucky the room was quite warm - even with stockings a lot of her skin was showing. She was in a fairly conventional short red and brown tartan print skirt, with a red tank top.. positively plain compared to the absurd rainbow fashions on show in the room. Plain except that the tank top was also so tight it highlighted every detail of her breasts and nipples. She had no bra on under it. She had her cute belly botton on display in the middle of a well toned stomach too. The swinging of her feet was also accompanied by a slightly curious squirming of her hips as she sat, which again drew Toms eyes to the flash of orange - which he discovered was a bright outlandish tiny pair of very thin very bright underwear she was wearing under her skirt, which was tight enough he could see in no uncertain terms a cameltoe that testified she was indeed a girl.

From his seating position he was the only one in the room that could see the view up her skirt - which thanks to two vertical poles between her legs holding up the hand rail meant she couldn't close her legs. Probably why the seat had been empty.. it was the only place offering the view.. and in a genderless world, the obvious gender on show would have made the average gender neutral citizen very uncomfortable. The bright orange crotch of her knickers was literally impossible to hide from this angle unless she stood up.. (even then he would be able to see up her skirt). Her stockings were crotchless too matching the ancient garter style. He recalled some random bit of trivia, in the 17th or 18th century the french had invented the style, because at the time, knickers had not been invented yet, and women not on their monthly had nothing under their skirts - to make it simpler to eliminate their wastes. Certainly would have made things interesting if you dropped a fork under the dinner table and had to retrieve it he thought.

Returning his mind to the present, he found his eyes going wide at the sight. He quickly emptied the last of his glass thankful for the excuse to maintain eye contact a second longer between her legs... but a second too long. Her eyes having completed their latest circuit of the room had settled on Tom and caught him appreciating the view. Tom sat there like a deer caught in headlights staring right at her cameltoe.. he realised too late she was watching him - looking up when he realized. Oddly he caught only a slight change in the look on her face.. the look of bored irritation had vanished - instead of anger or shock she suddenly looked... happy? Curious? Delighted? The pale white of his chilled face darkened red in a blush.. his skin burning painfully as he looked up at her face apologetically.. but the sweep of his eyes was stopped dead when she did something unexpected.. her hips still oddly squirming, (even more so now in fact...) she locked her eyes on his and opened her knees as far as the handrail poles would physically allow her. Her eyes were like black pools, her pupils wide as saucers. All the more obvious as the pupils had grown that size while he looked at them. From her perspective his eyes looked much the same to her.

The odd squirming motion of her hips was now supplimented with a slight forward thrusting motion too as she watched him curiously to see how he would react. Unable to resist, her purplexing hip wiggling drew his eyes down between her legs again. The speed and motion of her open legged crotch thrusting at the handrail poles towards him immediately put his mind into thoughts of her sating herself sexually, like there was an invisible penis going inside her as he watched. The two handrail poles framed her mound nicely and made it stick out lewdly between the poles at him with each thrust. By all appearances almost popping out her panties and exposing herself to him fully. He shot a quick look at her face and back between her legs again. She was smiling. Apparently the same filthy thought occured to her too.. her thrusting became more enthusiastic. The position of her legs had caused her underwear to ride up the front further.. the cameltoe now looked more like it was painted on.. swallowing the fabric so every contour of her vagina was as obvious as if she was naked. He could see a glistening slightly translucent wet spot start to grow at the bottom of her slit. She was enjoying this! He felt like an idiot.

Her seating position too meant it was not immediately obvious to the rest of the room how daring she was being.. although now with her legs wide open the possible vantage point angles increased. Anyone working the bar would now be able to see up her skirt too.. Tom stole a quick glance at the bar and realised all the staff were busy looking the other way, dealing with customers or staring boredly at a video screen in the far corner. Literally nobody in the room seemed interested in even looking her direction. Considering the overall trends of society at that moment, chances are he was literally the only person in the room that could even appreciate the view. Returning his eyes to between her legs, her smile took on a more naughty aspect.. and she quickly ran a finger down her exposed cameltoe, making the tip of her finger wet. She looked at her finger, mimed a silent "ooh" then brought her finger to her mouth.. pausing to make sure he was watching, she licked her wet fingertip.

Tom's sucked his breath through his teeth in reaction. The blood drained from Toms face as his body suddenly decided it was quite urgently needed elsewhere..
She kept thrusting for a few more seconds then the pattern of her thrusting became progressively more eratic. - Her squirming soon outpaced thrusting - with a last lewd thrust of her crotch at him where the elastic on one side actually slid back a little but didnt quite pop her labia out, she stopped and shook, hips squirming uncontrollably. He looked up at her face again with confusion. The smile had gone, replaced with biting her lip and blushing. She rolled her hips back from her final thrust, her hips wiggling frantically.

Her knees; shaking, began opening and closing as if she was fighting conflicting urges to flash her panty crotch at Tom; or close her legs. Of course with the handrail poles in the way she could not fully close her legs anyway.. so it soon became obvious what the squirming was about when a second wetspot suddenly bloomed above the first and quickly expanded to overlap it... in the process rendering most of the front of her orange knicker crotch transparent. She was peeing herself! (Or had gotten off and squirted, he wasn't sure.. being inexperienced in such things) She finally let her legs close against the handrail poles. Although closed isn't the right word since the poles kept her knees open as he watched. A final attempt to open them caused a puddle to suddenly spread under her ass. Giggling nerviously when she noticed Tom didn't seem disgusted in the slightest - in fact from her vantage point she could see the rapidly tenting top of his pants at her. However things did not go exactly as she hoped.. with a look of alarm she noticed he was started to wobble, his eyes glazed over and body started falling sideways..

Toms body confused by the misleading warmth caused by the consumption of alcohol, (which had opened blood vessels best not opened given the low temperature of his icy skin) which was already fighting against the advanced stages of severe exposure didn't really have the warm blood to spare where his body now felt the need to send it.. as his pants grew tighter.. the room grew darker and fuzzier. His face went from white to ashen grey. The room started to go sideways as Tom, loosing his senses began falling over. His last view of the girl was the puddle suddenly expanding significantly and running down the side of the landing in front of him, as she jumped up.. liquid pouring down the inside of her legs, a dark line down the inside of her stockings as she ran down the stairs to help him. His last thought before everything went black was the sensation of something warm and wet running down his knee and the sensation of something very warm, soft and nice smelling pressing up against him and trying to stop him falling off the bench seat..

Time had slowed to a crawl. The entire encounter up to this point had been less than a minute or so. He hadn't realized it, but Tom had severe hypothermia.

Tom dreamed of rough handling and warm hugs in his delirium.. he heard sounds of exclamations... he felt like he was spinning.. and the rustle of fabric.. a sudden chill, muted warmth then something soft.. he imagined crisp sheets and hugging childhood pets - but the dream turned scary.. and he felt like he was on fire.. his arms and legs burning, thrown into a volcano. Something was rubbing his skin and he heard a disembodied voice suggesting shared warmth.. and another voice agreeing perhaps a little too enthusiastically. Something warm and soft pressed against him, warm air on his cheek until he felt warmer than that pressed against him. The pain subsided and only the warmth remained. Although on his legs was a curiously refreshing silky wet coolness in the warmth like a warm slightly damp washcloth pressed gently against the side of his leg.

The warm thing started rubbing up and down against him making quiet little mewing sounds in his ear but the delirium stubbornly persisted and he remained dreaming trapped in his own mind. The rubbing was having some effect at an animal level, because lower down vague impressions of a certain discomfort began rising. The source of the sounds in his ear made a curiously muted sound like wind in treetops and he could feel the weight shift off him and lower down to where the discomfort was.

Then his delirium took an erotic turn.. a wet warmth suddenly engulfed the region between his legs.. then after a few moments or minutes.. time wasn't really a concept to him at this point; a sense of euphoria washed over him, causing him to wake enough to crack open an eye a moment. He was in a warm bed.. there was a raging fireplace on the far wall causing light to dance on the roof and make curious shadows on a strange hump under the sheets lower down his body. He thought for a moment he was at home in bed.. and relaxed. Real sleep had replaced his delirium and began to wash over him like a warm blanket. He was confused.. The hump slid away, out of the bed - resolving itself to the girl from the roadhouse squatting on the floor looking at him as she stroked her curiously glazed mouth with a finger and licked her lips.

As he faded fully into natural sleep wondering what she was doing in his bedroom he saw her stand, turn to face something behind him and take a step; Tom's eyes now closed, he heard an unseen voice say, "how is he?" As the swirling randomness of a dream formed he heard her reply in an oddly disconnected echo, "He should be fine. He is just sleeping now...."


A different perspective.
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Susan was angry at herself. She had been working as a cleaner at this roadhouse for months. To make things worse, she was horny as fuck, and not a single person she could identify as boy or girl had visited the place the entire time, and none of the people that did visit seemed to have the slightest interest in girls. She had seen hook ups but nobody ever gave her a second look, no matter how kinky she dressed. This whole genderless thing was a pain to a girl raised on a farm around simple animals. Stupid city people. Sometimes she felt like the last actual girl on earth. Finally someone cute had come in and better still most certainly found her interesting.. and it was an honest to god boy. Probably the first one she had seen since kindergarden. But she had been so horny she had completely overlooked the fact she needed to pee, and was so busy trying to shove her pussy in his face she had completely overlooked the fact the poor boy was half dead from exposure. The moment she gave him a boner it nearly put him into a coma.

Although she was rather pleased about that boner. It's timing had suggested he had some kinky but heterosexual interests.. although the bulge in his pants had been slowly growing the longer she let him look up her skirt, it hadn't fully jumped to attention until she had her unfortunate accident in her knickers. So she already knew he liked girls, and at least one or two of his turn ons, and they had not even spoken a word to each other yet.

On the other hand, the emergency she caused now meant the staff had helped her move the comatose boy into her bed, and she had the rest of the night off to nurse him. Which conveniently saved a lot of awkward conversation with the boy and the staff to justify having him in her room at all. This put the boy exactly where she wanted him to begin with, and nobody would think less of her for having him there. If anything she was a hero in their eyes for sacrificing her room to help him - not a sex craved social deviant like she actually was. Win Win. With help from the barkeeper, they stoked up her fireplace, removed his freezing wet clothes - wrapping him in a dressing gown, blankets and as suggested by the barkeeper her own warm body (!!) to try to bring his temperature safely up. This confirmed at least he WAS a boy, and a really cute one. She had examined every inch of his naked body as she helped tuck him in her bed.

The measures however were not good enough - he seemed to be struggling to breath, and his arms and legs started turning blue regardless - he must have been in shock now. She had needed to massage his arms and legs until they stopped turning blue.. and given occaisional mouth to mouth when his breathing faltered. That worked.. but it also brought her own temperature up figuratively.. her own internal fires were more stoked up than her fireplace now.

Her own clothes were a bit wet, so she quickly tossed her soaked knickers off and hung them next to the fire, changed her wet skirt - omitting panties (likely not accidentally given her state of mind). Time was critical so she didn't bother removing her pissy stockings but pressed them up against the skin of his leg where they soon warmed up nicely anyway. His hip against the slightly moist skin of her vagina felt pretty nice too..

Once the colour returned to his limbs she curled up around him and dozed until he felt warm again, and a little longer besides... she was so horny at this point she couldn't resist rubbing herself up against him, while resting her hand in his lap. That had had another interesting effect and she now felt a little guilty about it.. She hadn't been able to resist sticking said "effect" of his in her mouth and sucking on it until it went away after emptiying itself down her throat... but it all seemed to work out fine. She had a nice naughty aftertaste in her mouth - and it had revived the boy enough he had promptly come out of his coma a moment then promptly fallen into a deep sleep right after and started breathing normally. The barkeeper had nearly walked in on her to check up on the boy but luckily she had finished already. She could truthfully report the boy was just sleeping now. Too bad the staff bedroom didn't have a door that would keep the barkeeper out. It also doubled as the laundry room. Even locked they had a key.

Alone again she took another quick peek at him under the sheets.. feeling a little smug now. She hung his wet clothes up near the fire next to her pissy dripping knickers and sat down in front. She again considered removing her damp stockings but the wetness had a curious erotic feel to it so she left them on. The fact she was still horny as fuck and sucking him off had only made things worse meant that for now at least she found the idea of wearing pissy stockings a little naughty. She was severely tempted to finger herself right there and then in front of the fire, or try to wake the boy and have her way with him but a groan from the direction of the laundry section of the room made her hesitate. The other person at the booth when the boy collapsed was in there sleeping off their drunkedness. The laundry section also doubled as a drunk tank when the need arose.

She wasn't sure if that person and the boy knew each other so it was best to keep them near each other until they were sure. She growled with frustration and stood up. She stalked across the room and went down the stairs back to the common room. She sat on the stairs boredly and with elbows on her open knees - rested her chin her hands. She got the impression most modern people were offended by simply being female. Apparently it was not socially acceptible to be male or female anymore. She could literally sit here with her legs wide open and most of the wierdly dressed city folk wouldn't even try to sneak a look. Right that second she didn't give a shit she had no underwear on, anyone looking at the stairs would be able to see her vagina easily. Trouble was nobody even tried to look.

It wasn't even paranoia. She had literally worked entire days during summer without underwear, in the shortest skirt she could find, letting it ride up every opportunity she could, one summer long weekend she even worked totally naked and just body painted on some clothes. Everyone that day was in swimwear heading to the beach. Literally nobody had noticed. What is wrong with the world now? They just dont see you if you are obviously female anymore. Wierd. She noticed her ass was wet again. Oh crap. Her piss puddle was still here. With a sigh, she got up and grabbed her mop and bucket to clean it up. She had the night off, but that was her puddle.. she should probably clean it before someone slipped. Looking at the mop handle she was almost temped to use it on herself to get off on. "Stop that!", She chided herself getting a few odd looks from nearby patrons. She went red faced. "Get a grip horny brain!", she thought to herself and tried to ignore the fire still burning between her legs as she retreated up the stairs to put away the mop.

Besides. That boy would feel much nicer than a wooden pole inside her.


Where am I?
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Tom woke up with a startled jump. His bedroom doesnt have a fireplace he finally realised, still half asleep. Where was he? He sat up and looked around. It felt like his bed but it certainly wasn't his room. It looked like a servants quarters. There was a row of laundry machines and a bath behind a metal grid to the right of the room with a metal gate. The bath had a simple free standing partition for privacy, which currently was against the wall with a bunch of mops and brooms leaning on it. Apparently whoever used the bath had no fucks to give about someone walking in on them. Presumably the grid was to allow the cleaner to check if the cycle was complete without needing to go right to the machines, but also be locked to prevent guests stealing clothes?

Next to the fireplace across from the bed was a doorway, he could see a railing through a window. That must lead out to the car park and the raised landing outside overlooking the carpark on the second floor. He must still be at the roadhouse. He looked over to the left. There was a half open sliding panel wall, partially opened showing a landing and a stairway up and down, this too could be locked but looked the cheap kind that a flat head screwdriver could probably unlock. Even servants sleep at night. The landing had a hallway leading away on the other side. Probably hotel rooms. He glanced at the fire and noticed his clothes hanging next to it misting slightly as the heat dried them. He checked himself with horror. Pulling the sheets back he discovered he was naked except for a pink fluffy dressing gown. Also it was not done up at the bottom. He could see his penis. Why was it damp and felt nice and tingly he wondered, thinking back to his disconnected dreams. Pulling the gown closed over himself he looked at the fire again. He noticed a very wet dripping pair of bright orange knickers hanging from a hook near the fireplace. Those orange knickers. They were still pee stained. Another drip of pee fell from it and steamed slowly on the warm floor in front of the fire. The girl. Suddenly he recalled the stange moments earlier before he fell asleep. Poking the wetness on his penis he sniffed his finger. It smelt of saliva. Oh my. Well she was cute.. would have been nice to have been awake at the time though he mused, but he didn't mind - maybe she will let him return the favour. The idea causing a renewed tingle between his legs at the thought.

He heard a groan and a tapping sound from the laundry area and turned to look. The person who gave him the drink earlier was propped up on the wall inside the laundry cage sitting on some blankets looking at him. "Hey.. hey.. let me out pal.. why am i locked up", the drunk asked in a slurred and clearly inebrated voice. Tom got up and checked the door on the grating. It wasn't locked, but apparently they were too drunk to realise that. Tom swung the door open, and they staggered out. He heard a voice behind him, "Oh you are awake.. everything ok..?" he turned. There was a muscular person, probably male standing there, but he was dressed in pink and green floral. Oh the barkeeper Tom realized, recognising him from earlier.

The person he let out of the laundry cage grunted and ran at the barkeeper, tackling him to the floor... "You cant keep me locked up.. i did nuthin wrong!", mumbled the drunk. The barkeeper too shocked to do otherwise pinned the drunk under his arm and called out, "Susan get up here.." Tom heard footsteps on the stairs and a moment later Susan (the girl from earlier he realized) ran in, throwing a mop on the floor as she entered.

"Oh my.. we got a live one.. ", she stammered. Running over to help restrain the drunk. Looking at Tom she asked, "Do you know this drunk?" Tom in shock shook his head, replying, "No they just let me sit at their table, and shared a drink, seemed harmless enough.. The drunk struggling yelled, "Then why are you trying to keep me locked up.." The barkeeper finally recovering stood up and observed, "Actually that is a really good question.." he grabbed the drunk and frog marched him to the door leading to the railing outside. Holding the drunk he pulled open the door with a free hand - gesturing to the opening, "Feel free to leave then.." The drunk.. staggered out with confusion and stumbled down a ramp to the carpark below. "Theres me betsy..", they belched, staggering over to a large van and pulling the door open to climb in then closing the door, where by all appearances they fell over and went to sleep.


A long warm night of seduction
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The barkeeper slammed the door and locked it. Pulling the curtains closed as they glanced between Susan and Tom. Susan shrugged and walked over the the fire to warm herself. Tom who was still a little unsteady on his feet looked at them with confusion. "What happened?", he asked. The barkeeper looked at him, "Better sit down kid before you fall down." Tom blinked looked around and sat back on the bed. Susan looking for a place to sit herself settled for Toms lap, since there was no other seating in the room. She used her arm to keep him steady since he was still swaying a little and wiggled her hips to settle into his lap more - once he was no longer in danger of falling over.

The barkeeper waited while she made herself comfortable. Susan asked, "So do you have a name?" Tom, not entirely sure what to make of it all simply replied, "Tom"

"Hi Tom, I am Susan", she added with a wiggle on his lap as she squirmed a bit more to adjust her position. She felt oddly warm on his lap. Now it was her turn to be unsteady. She overbalanced, nearly falling off and Tom grabbed her to catch her.. in the process ending up with a hand on each of her butt cheeks to stop her sliding off his lap. His eyes went wide when he felt skin. He looked again at her underwear hanging by the fire. She wasn't wearing anything under her skirt he realised. She squirmed a bit more sliding back up his lap a little higher pressing her naked butt under her skirt into his hands more securely and pushing most of the dressing gown off his lap hidden under her skirt in the process. She wasn't wearing underwear! Tom felt some movement as his body reacted to the warm flesh in his hands and Susans naked inner thigh skin pressing into his own. He could feel himself growing under her and his face went bright red when he felt his penis start brushing against her skin under her skirt.

"All stable now? Nobody about to fall over?" the barkeeper asked. Susan gave him the thumbs up with her free hand. The barkeeper nodded then explained, "Well Tom, You were soaking wet and half frozen to death with cold when you came in earlier.. i guess it all caught up with you and you passed out"
Tom nodded. "I should have realized when I started feeling strange. Sorry for my stupidity", he said lamely. "I hope I didn't cause too much trouble?", Tom asked. The barkeeper replied, "It is fine Tom, better for you to pass out here with help close at hand than freeze to death outside somewhere. Susan here has been looking after you." Susan nodded a little too enthusiastically, and the barkeeper gave her a funny look. "It is fine I dont mind at all Tom, stay here tonite to be sure you are ok. I've been given the night off to look after you anyway.", Susan added quickly with a side glance at the Barkeeper.. she had put a little too much emphasis on the words "stay here tonite" and "you" she realized, going red. But nobody seemed to notice.

Susan was still squirming a little on Tom's lap, which was only making his growing problem bigger, as he could feel tasty naked parts of her rub against his skin. Susan froze a moment.. she had finally felt his growing problem pressing into her ass. Delighted by the development - She gave the barkeeper a side look and made out like she was getting comfortable - squirming again, much more deliberately and positioned herself where Tom could feel her moist fire against his penis. He swallowed nerviously.

The barkeeper didn't notice. Focusing on his description of the events the barkeeper continued, "Susan here has been trying desperately to warm you up again, you had started going blue.. you still look a little pale actually.." Susan's squirming seemed much more centred now.. and she arched her back a little and pushed her hip back a little with a little fake cough to cover it up. His penis slid inside her as it finished going hard.. ending up deep inside her warm wet silky channel - wonderful soft warmth engulfing his shaft. Wonderful firmness inside her Susan made a cute mewing sound in her hand quiet enough only Tom heard. Her squirming included a more definate forward and backward motion driving him in and out of her as she sat innocently on his lap by all appearances simply wiggling about to make herself comfortable, or squirming restlessly like most impatient youths because there was nowhere else to sit in the room.

From Toms perspective those restless movements caused a very clearly calculated and deliberate sensation on his penis. Although the nonchalance and daring of her seemingly innocent movements surprised him quite a lot. He attempted to play innocent too, trying to prevent his breathing giving the game away, and fighting the urge to thrust back at her in an obvious way.

"He does still feel a little cold, perhaps I should continue to keep an eye on him tonite?", Suggested Susan tenderly patting one of his hands grabbing her ass. The Barkeeper, who had been about to suggest the same thing nodded in agreement.

Susan was quietly panting now as she discretely thrust herself on Tom. "Don't worry about housekeeping tonite I'll get one of the other staff to cover for you. Look after Tom here and make sure he stays warm tonite. We don't want customers getting frostbite" suggested the barkeeper.

Susan nodded sagely and made an affirmitive sound that from where Tom sat sounded more like a depraved moan. Tom with a little experimentation discovered her skirt and the dressing gown he was wearing was enough to cover up small thrusts if he carefully rolled his hips but took care not to move his feet or shoulders. Susan moaned suddenly at the unexpected thrusts from Tom, then quickly covered it up with a crude cough again. Tom moved his hands from her bare ass under her skirt and placed a hand on her chest (hand cupping a breast Susan observed happily) then used his other hand to pat her on the back like he was trying to help her clear her cough. This caused Susan to have to lean forward a little pressing her breast into his hand harder, and rolling her ass back so he penetrated her even deeper. Susan noticed with a grin that Tom was using each pat of her back to more agressively thrust his penis into her and squeeze one of her breasts. She was in heaven, and couldnt help making loud moans and panting sounds now.. which thanks to the slaps on the back just sounded like coughs to the barkeeper.. but Tom - reacting to the sound found himself getting slightly harder as his arousal rapidly went out of control and had to fight making sexual grunting sounds himself with each thrust and pat on her back to cover it up.

The barkeeper still apparently oblivious to the fact the pair were literally fucking their brains out right in front of them yawned, checked their watch, then turned to leave, saying off hand as they moved towards the door, "That cough sounds like Tom might have given you a chill too Susan, I'll bring you some cough medicine up tomorrow morning if you like, maybe you should take tomorrow off as well.. I'll let the staff know not to bother you until late tomorrow. I'll get them to throw any laundry in the broom cupboard for now." Susan nodded, trying to hide the joy on her face, as she broke out in another round of rapid coughs which were caused by Tom starting to thrust into her faster. The barkeeper with a concerned look gave the pair a half hearted wave then slid the wall panel closed behind them and locked them into the room.

"Well fuck me.. ", exclaimed a panting Tom, surprised he had nearly put himself in a coma. "I thought I was..", teased Susan, spinning gently around on his lap to pull his dressing gown off and wrap her pissy wet stocking covered legs around him, not letting him slip outside of her - giving both of them an odd filthly sensation as she rotated with him inside her. She rolled up her tank top, throwing it on the floor and pulling Toms face into her breasts. Now frantically thrusting and grinding her hips at him.. in much the same way she had thrust her crotch at him on the stairway earlier only now Tom was inside her while she did it. "You heard them, I have to make sure you stay warm all night tonite..." she pulled his face up and gave him the wettest tongue kiss he had ever had in his life as she pushed him onto his back where both moaning lewdly and thrusting heavily the pair of them got each other off like an exploding rocket.

She got the sheets wet as she came, and got her stockings even wetter. Feeling oddly pleased with herself she took a moment to enjoy the filthy wetness.

After that Susan had her way with Tom again, she kissed him until he went soft inside her, then jumped off and sucked on him until he went hard again and came in her mouth. Still not satisfied, she sucked him off yet again until he eventually got hard a third time.. then led him to the wall near the fireplace and placing her hands on the wall, and his hands cupping her breasts she had him fuck her from behind. What Tom particularly enjoyed about the entire thing was she left her pissy stockings and skirt on while she fucked him the entire time. It was quite.. endearing for Tom, who was understandably quite fond of the Girl by now.

One minor problem did come up. Her room doesn't have a toilet. With half the night gone fucking.. she suddenly found she was absolutely desperate to pee. Currently she was on her back on the edge of the bed legs wrapped around Tom as he stood and thrust into her from the front.. not wanting to stop fucking for even a few seconds she solved the problem by running to the bath after the pair got off again, and fucking Tom in there instead. With the stress of ruining the floor or bed eliminated She just kept fucking Tom in the bath until eventually her desperate bladder gave up and started leaking pee everywhere as they fucked. Tom loved it.. and Susan decided to never interrupt fucking for a toilet break ever again for life, it felt so warm, dirty, sexy and wonderfully wet.

Finally modestly satisfied, bladder dry and having gotten off a dozen or so times - Susan ran them a warm bath to clean them both up.
The pair now fully naked - Susans favourite part in the night was when Tom refused to let her get in the bath until after he had finished licking out her pissy grooly wet vagina and suck every trace of piss off her legs first. Getting her off in the process once again.. She was delighted to find she had been correct about one of Toms fetishes.. although the idea of him licking her pee off her skin hadn't occured to her earlier. She made a mental note to drink an enormous amount of water before she fucked him next to see what filthy things he would do with her pee next. She emptied a large glass of water she kept in the room with that exact thought in mind. Then paused, filled it from the tap in the bath and swallowed that too.

After they eventually had cleaned one another in the bath.. very carefully.. so carefully the pair got each other off one more time.. they toweled each other off and she sucked him off one more time. Throwing all their clothes in the washing machine (including Toms clothes that had moments ago just finished drying in front of the fire.. so he couldnt leave the room now even if he wanted to), they then both jumped into bed naked. By morning he was very warm indeed.

She found herself laying in the wet spot her first fuck had caused.. and found it oddly sexy. The pair of them were so fucked literally and figurately when the barkeeper came in the next morning to check on them he found her spooned up to him under the blankets the pair fast asleep. He didn't look too closely as he topped up the fireplace and let them sleep or he would have noticed the pair were naked. Also she had sucked on Tom after he had already fallen asleep making him hard again - she made sure to spoon him and position herself so he was violating her asshole as they slept. Tom by this point needed to pee pretty badly too, so it stayed hard in her asshole all night as they slept. She fingered herself to climax several times with him inside her ass, and fell asleep feeling very content.

The pair in fact were so tired and content - neither of them woke up when her ass; so pervertedly relaxed to accomodate his hard penis.. caused her to wet the bed on him in her sleep. The warm wetness and the contact of her soft skin against him felt so good as Tom slept he started thrusting into her ass during a particularly sweet erotic dream. Nor did either of them notice, several hours later as the gentle thrusting eventually had him get off in his sleep, and his abused bladder gave up and he wet the bed too, right up her ass..

When they eventually did wake up together in a pool of each others warm pee (lucky the room and sheets were so warm) she was surprised to discover he really wanted to to go down on her mess and all. She rather liked the idea herself, so the pair spend the next hour in a wet pissy 69 getting each other off. Her bladder even leaked a little as he licked her. Oh fuck that felt nice she thought as they curled up again under the sheets for another nap after throwing more logs on the fire.

Still wrapped up in the blankets the Barkeeper didn't notice anything odd when he opened the door to slip a tray of food and drink in the room with a bottle of cough mixture. Although there was an oddly sweet smell (of sex) in the air. Must be a new fabric softener the barkeeper rationalised as they locked the door again and returned downstairs to the bar.

As it turned out it was lucky they had a laundry in the room and it was a hotel. There wasn't a toilet in the room and neither of them wanted to interrupt their pleasure for any pee breaks... they just let it go while they played. Susan even found another skirt and panties and pissed herself while laying on top of a naked Tom as she made out with him kissing and rubbing each other. She just let it go without a second thought and kept kissing. Tom immediately went hard when he felt it - so squealing with delight Susan immediately fucked him right there on the bed as she tongue kissed him. She did it with her knickers still on, just slipping piss soaked elastic to the side to mount him. The pair got off again and took a break to eat. Susan having eaten all the food and drink soon found her bladder full again.. and suggested they have another 69. Tom loving the idea made it even dirtier by asking her to leave her pissy knickers on while they did it. Susan really liked that idea.. especially as with Tom licking at her pissy panty crotch.. it muted the sensation enough she was able to easily piss herself on his face while he licked her cameltoe. The pair of them got off like a firecracker that time.

Finally tired out from sex, they took a break and had another bath. They didn't get off this time, but sitting on Toms lap in the water as he played with her breasts the pair of them pee'd on each other in the water. That added a nice edge to their libidos. Their clothes had long since been washed and dried now, so one out of the bath they got dressed.. fucked one more time with Susan sitting on the vibrating washing machine then threw all the ruined sheets and any remaining pissy clothes in the washing machine.

In the process of cleaning up, Susan discovered something that avoided a lot of inconvenient questions, and meant she could make as much mess as she liked with Tom.. The blankets were great at soaking up fluids and didn't look wet if they got damp better still - the matress.. much to Susans joy was a special type made for hotels.. it was entirely water proof.


Winter work
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It was dinner time the next day when the Barkeeper checked up on them both again. Their name was "Mal" according to Susan. Nither Tom or Susan had any idea if Mal was male or female under the fancy clothes, but that was pretty typical of the times. It was not considered polite to ask. By that time the pair had long since washed, dressed, and the sheets on the bed had been changed.

When Mal came in they were just sitting snuggled up side by side on the bed chatting about each others lives enjoying the warmth from the fireplace. Any evidence the pair had been bonking like a pair of wild animals in heat all night and day was long since gone.. other than an oddly suspicious sweet smell in the air and the ragged, tired, yet glowing looks on Tom and Susans faces as they chatted.

"Wow, rough time?", Asked Mal. "We are fine now I think..", offered Susan in reply. She was. For the first time in her life she had actually had as much sex as she craved(perverted sex in particular was especially satisfying) and was simply content. Amazing how a lover can make everything feel right in the world. She was no longer bothered that she could probably sit in the middle of the bar with a dildo sticking out her ass and nobody would even notice her because feminity was considered obsolete - and that made people avoid looking at her. Of course she would never tell that to Mal.. although she did mention it to Tom later, who agreed entirely.

She handed Mal the empty food tray and slightly empty bottle of cough mixture. They didn't really need it, but they had drank some each when they discovered it contained artificial sweetener to see if it made their cum, grool or pee taste different. It had. But they were all sexed out now.
"You look much better now Tom, all the colour is back in your face.", observed Mal. Tom nodded happily. Susan - the conversation with Tom informing her he was quite technically competent suggested to Mal, "Hey could Tom work here for winter? He tells me he works on electrics not just farming up on grand ridge in summer.. maybe he could manage our generators?"

Mal taken by surprise considered it a moment and nodded, "That might work out well actually.. two of ours have broken down, and there is nobody available to fix it for weeks. If we lose the last one we will be serving drinks in the dark and taking cold showers."

Tom blinked in shock.. a lover and employment? "Er what would the pay be and can I stay here or do i need to commute by my parents place?", he asked lamely. Susan jumped in before Mal could answer and said, perhaps a little too quickly, "He could stay here with me I don't mind sharing.."
Mal finally realizing there might be more going on here than Susan simply nursing someone back to health gave her a really suspicious look, then took another look at the room, and the pair sitting on the bed with new eyes. Then spoke, "Ah.. well I can only offer minimum wage but considering it appears the job now includes free accomodation and food.." he gave Susan another apprasing look to weigh suspicions, then continued, "..that is probably going to be more than enough wages.. Although I suspect I will need to install a lock on the inside of the door to this room for you if you are 'sharing' the bed..."

Mal trailed off and smirked. Susan and Tom both went very red faced, confirming exactly what Mal suspected. Nodding mostly to himself, Mal walked to the door. Thinking out loud, Mal muttered, "I'll see if I can find another cupboard for your stuff.." nodding at Tom's bag which someone had deposited next to the door. Mal went to close the door then thought better of it, stopping to say, "Tom, the generator room is the last on the right..". Mal tossed Tom a small red key on a lanyard. Then looking at Susan; Mal told her, "The cupboard out here is full of clothes can you put them in the laundry before you come down for the dinner shift to clean the tables."

Mal left the door ajar and returned down the stairs to the bar. Susan grinned, squealed and hugged Tom, then ran out to collect the laundry. Tom feeling shell shocked looked at the key a moment and followed after her. Susan was already on her knees bundling up the laundry when Tom moved towards the generator room. Susan stopped, looked over her shoulder at him and whistled. Tom paused and looked. She was grinning at him from the floor with her ass in the air, straddling a pile of linen. She thrust her ass out more than was strictly necessary causing her skirt to ride up.. she had green knickers on this time. She reached behind her and used her finger to slide the elastic of her panties into her ass crack, effectively giving her a wedgie and making it look like she was wearing thong briefs. Then she fiddled with the gusset at the front to give herself a massive cameltoe. She winked at Tom, then stole a glance up and down the hall. Then placing a finger over her mouth to signal silence, she moved her hand over her mouth in a mock "oops" gesture and glanced in the direction of her exposed ass and cameltoe. Tom looked at her cute ass again, confused. Then smiled. A dark green stain was spreading along her slit until it was too wet and the surface tension broke causing a torrent of liquid to run down the inside of her leg, again staining her stocking. She was pissing herself right there onto the dirty linen. With a furtive glance Tom slid in behind her and started quickly rubbing her pissy crotch with his hand.. Susan continued to bundle up the remaining linen, somewhat less effectively as she started panting from the rubbing, until it was all rolled up under her catching all the pee splashing everywhere as Tom rubbed her up. She moaned and then came on his hand. Tom quickly stood up.. licked his finger with a cheeky grin and moved down the hall to inspect the generator room.

A very happy Susan squatted on the floor with wet pissy linen between her legs panting for a few moments as the feeling ran its course and faded, then with a few quick breaths carried the dirty laundry into her room to wash in the machines. She left her wet knickers and stockings on all night. A while later a very tired Tom, who had spent the last hour fixing one of the generators stepped into the hall. Susan who had just finished tiding a hotel room was just coming down the hallway with a frown on her face. "Phew.. that was hard work.. i would kill for a drink right now..", Tom commented as he stood in front of the generator room. Susan's frown was replaced with a thoughtful look.. then she replied, "What a cooincidence then.."

She pushed him back into the generator room and followed him in. Then pressed down on his shoulders until he was kneeling in front of her, then she lifted the front of her skirt exposing the wet crotch of her knickers with a tasty looking cameltoe that had been half swallowed by her labia lips.
"Soo....", Susan asked, "Just how thirsty are you?" Tom blinked a few times looked at her wet crotch then smiled and replied, "Ohh.. pretty thirsty.."
"Oh good..", responded Susan. After closing the door to the hall behind her, she stepped forward to press her pissy cameltoe into Toms mouth..


"God I love this job", moaned Susan. Tom made a wet muffled sound in agreement.