Kinky Adventures of Robin Ch. 09

The Kinky Adventures of Robin Foster

Chapter Nine

"Dave, there's something I need to tell you."

It was time. Robin brushed away a cold droplet of sweat from her forehead, crossing her legs beneath the table. Out for lunch at a burger joint with Dave was not her usual idea of a good day out but, well, the attention she got there was so undoubtedly of the male persuasion that it simply made her feel straight again. At the end of everything that had happened to her, she couldn't even say that she was all that sure whether she was straight or not, although the truth of the matter in her linear leanings would reveal itself at the end of the day. She just had to remind herself what she liked and to know that it wasn't her fault.

No... It wasn't her fault that Alex had taken advantage of her not once but twice and that freaky robot... Well, she wasn't going to linger too much on that thought. She tried not to think of Selene XOXO, although she was still close in her mind, only the day after the whole sorry affair. Still, she could feel the robot between her thighs, those cold, unfeeling hands and all the things that that dirty, dirty tongue had done to her.

In a way too, she was dressed like the Android woman, her pink top reminiscent of the dim hues that floated through her metallic frame in the sultry, low light back in the warehouse. Her grey miniskirt was self-explanatory in that regard but did what she wanted it to do in showing off her long, shapely legs, slender and suited too for skinny jeans, if she could ever have stood to cover them up, being more of a girl for skirts and dresses. Showing off her booty, however, was also an appeal. Maybe some booty-shorts like the daisy dukes she'd worn? Darn, she'd really liked that pair.

But that just took her back to the warehouse and she shook herself, toying with a fry as she twisted it back and forth between her fingers, a thick, gluey glob of ketchup straining to separate from the rapidly cooling item of food. She didn't even like fries that much but she always got them because Dave liked them and he liked more than he'd get with one meal. Pressing her lips together, she tried not to let her expression sour, something twisting in her gut. Her toes curled in her sneakers, sockless as usual, and she shivered at the light touch of moistness to be found there. Her tan lines, however, were non-existent and perfect in their simple lack of being.

She had to do it and she knew why she was there, what made her heart pound so even as she tried to giggle and laugh at his stories, sweating nervously, playing with her hair. Not even eating held much allure for her, although she was never the sort of girl that put on weight simply by looking at food, holding her figure, seemingly, regardless of what she ate. Most hated her for that. And she was okay with it.

But he sat there, stupidly waiting and waiting, for her to go on as she tried to push herself. And, like, she'd never had to push herself in her life before - it was really hard! How did normal people do it? People like weirdo Jim McNutt? The nerdy guy pushed his way to the forefront of her mind, all pimples and creepy smirks, a caricature of the guy he was and yet eerily accurate to the side of him that she had seen in the warehouse.

Dave wasn't going to nudge her on to say. It was time.

"Dave..." She started, dropping the fry that she'd been abusing on the wax-paper wrapping of their meal, eat-in and yet still with the notion that they could pick it up and take it away at any time. "There's something really, like, really important I got to tell you."

"Yeah, babe?" He smiled and took her hand, jaw-droppingly handsome as always. "You know you can tell me anything."

No... No, she really couldn't. Their relationship wasn't like that, he wasn't a girlfriend that she could natter with all day and night about anything and everything. It wasn't like that with guys and, with Robin, it wasn't meant to be like that. That was okay.

Taking a deep breath, her shiny lips parted prettily, hair pulled back in a braid that showed off the shape of her face, the lines of her collarbones and shoulders. Everything about her was gorgeous and, truly, it was only fair that she got a chance to show off every last part of her body and not only her tits and arse.

"There's..." Her voice trembled, blinking too quickly, stalling for time that she didn't have. "Do you know Alex?"

It came out too quickly and the shadow that crossed Dave's face at the mere mention of her name could have meant anything.

"Alex? What do you want to talk about her for? Stupid bitch... I thought it was going to be about what happened in that fucking warehouse...with you, not me."

He was quick to add that, not wanting to revisit just how he'd almost died, although no one but Dave would ever know how close he'd been to giving up at the point where he thought there was no return. Best not to think about that, let alone talk about it.

"That too," emek escort she said quietly, timid for once in her life. "But Alex first. She... There was something that happened... When I stayed over at Jim's place."

And then it all came out. She had to say it, every last sordid detail of the sorry affair, cleansing her soul of everything and anything that she'd ever thought would have to be kept locked away under a crystal key. There was too much and, once she started, she couldn't stop, blurting out how Alex had tickled her, how she'd made her orgasm, how she hadn't wanted it all but she'd kept right on at it over and over again, not stopping. She hadn't cared what Robin had said to stop her but the name of the act itself rang clear in Robin's mind even though she chose not to breathe fresh life into it by speaking aloud.

The tongue... She didn't say how good the orgasms had felt, not wanting to go into that. But every wicked little detail came out right down to what happened in the warehouse. She'd thought that Dave would have assumed the extent of that but his brow furrowed more and more as she talked, leaning over the table as if he was about to tip forward and put his head in his hands. Robin almost swooned. The poor guy, he felt so bad for her! He did like her, after all! Maybe things wouldn't be so bad if he felt that way about her too.

"And Selene XOXO... She kept saying on and on about me being a cow, how she'd use my body for research... It was freaking weird! And I couldn't get away, not even when she made me bend over the table, I just froze up - Dave, I'm so sorry!"

The apology came out in a rush of words and a sob, a trembling hand pressed to her face. But she couldn't cry, that wouldn't be pretty, and she bought herself a few moments without looking at him by adjusting her bra, toying with the straps through the fabric of her shirt. Yet shouldn't he have said something by then? What was wrong?

"Dave?"

Looking up, she stared at him, her boyfriend not meeting her eyes.

"Dave, what's wrong? I'm sorry, I didn't want any of this to happen."

Yet what was happening right there and then could have been deemed worse than anything prior. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead and, still, he did not look at her, not even when she tried to get his attention, fluttering her fingers and polished nails in front of his face. As a last resort, she leaned to the side, wondering if he was that shocked that he could not respond, but the flutter of motion under the table was what caught her eye instead of reanimation.

"The fuck!"

The shriek was out of her mouth and her hands slamming into the table before she could take stock of things, reacting without thinking, face contorted in horror. For the pervert had his hand shoved down his pants, groping and pumping, jerking it to her - her recounting of horrors! Words failed her and she choked soundlessly, mouth opening and closing like that of a goldfish, strangled as his hand kept pumping and working, deeply hidden though he was not exactly trying to hide his lust.

But, in his mind, how could two hotties (yes, Alex morphed into a 'hottie' in his warped mind) together not be hot? And to think that he had been taking photos of them not knowing what was really going on! He bet Robin liked it really, moaned for Alex, that sexy...

He didn't finish the thought as soda fizzed up in his face, the drenching shocking him back to reality, all eyes on him and Robin's eyes shockingly wide, a scream on her lips.

"We're done!"

And no more was needed to be said as she stormed off in a whirlwind of colour, braid snapping sharply around as if to smack him by way of her departure. It was only a shame that he was not closer to her so that it slapped into his face. Wouldn't that be a grand exit indeed?

A ride... She needed to call a ride.

Warm air rushed over her as she flounced onto the sidewalk, humiliated and hot in all the wrong ways. Couldn't summer be freaking cool sometimes too? God! Fussing with her phone, she arranged the taxi and huffed, crossing her arms over her breasts, feeling as if, even then, she needed to hide them from view. Yet there were no like thoughts that would linger and her buxom tits would soon be on show all over again, a skimpier outfit showing off what she was all too good at shaking.

But that guy... That guy! Ass. What was he thinking, treating her like that? And she'd thought he was a good one! Guys were all the same, really, they were. Her lips twisted and she sighed unprettily, looking down and scuffing the toe of her sneakers across the sidewalk, collecting dirt. She'd go shopping for some new ones, wriggle her bare feet into new shoes and enjoy the experience. She deserved to spoil herself after everything that had happened.

"If you asked for my two cents..."

A wheeze of a laugh turned her and Robin blinked at the old hag, Ms Ruth, who she'd known her whole life, eryaman escort on the bench. She was draped in too much clothing for summer, bony fingers gnarled like old roots, and she rasped out another wheeze, swaying even on the wooden bench as if she could not keep herself steady even there and then.

"Oh... Ms Ruth." She still addressed her like she was a little girl but that was the way for most people. "I didn't see you there."

Apologising felt out of place there and she instead sighed heavily, arms tightening over her chest, which was a strange position indeed for them to be in with, considering just how the sheer size of them pushed her arms out. Studying her gravely, Ms Ruth hiccupped and nestled deeper into her ratty shawl and oversized coat.

"Not with what's on your mind, dearie - hehehe! Why don't you come over here and tell ol' Ms Ruth all about it?"

She could not have said what drove her to but, shoot, there wasn't anything that she could get more messed up, to be fair. There was nothing else that could go wrong and she bounced across the sidewalk, plopping herself on the bench on top of Ms Ruth's lap like she had back when she'd been a little girl. A girl with smaller tits, for sure, than she had now as an adult young woman heading for the flirty prime days of her life but she was still the same girl in a different body, learning and loving along the way.

She tucked her legs to one side and let Ms Ruth croon to her, drawing Robin's spine up against her front, her tightly kept in check breasts squashed and pressed up to her in a comforting sort of warmth. Ms Ruth was prim in appearance, although the wear of time showed in her grey hair and the wrinkles lining her face, although one's attention would always be drawn to her nose, larger than most and the central feature of her face.

Ms Ruth's lips parted in a smile that lacked a couple of teeth, hand on Robin's shoulder, dropping down to the bony curve and rise of her hips. There wasn't an ounce of spare fat on the girl, reminding her of her days back as a young thing herself! It felt right for Ms Ruth's arms to go around her waist and she laughed lightly, the worries of the day seeming to fall away when in her arms, relaxing and finding the softening in being held again. Ms Ruth was a woman who had no ill intentions towards her, although it had been a while that she saw her last. And that time had been at the carwash where Robin was working to get extra money, working in the driveway of her own home.

Robin smiled and blinked. It hadn't seemed strange to her back then that Ms Ruth's little thing for tickling her had been played up but, well, it took on a new light considering what Alex had done to her. But she'd never laughed as hard as she had when Ms Ruth had tickled her wet and silly, soap suds flying as she had, as a result, done an absolutely dreadful job of washing her car. Ms Ruth hadn't minded though and Robin privately thought that the old lady was just looking for a bit of company, which made sense in itself. She didn't have many people to talk to those days.

The story came out about Dave but Robin was too weary from the earlier stuff to spill the beans all over again and so missed the parts with Selene XOXO and Alex out. She didn't know how Ms Ruth felt about that stuff anyway, although she sure knew she didn't like it when it involved her.

"Oh, sweetie," Ms Ruth murmured, stroking Robin's shoulders and down her arms, fingers intent with quiet deliberation. "You've had a terrible day!"

"I have!" Robin agreed vehemently, sighing as she leaned back, ignorant to where Ms Ruth's fingers were truly going. "He's horrible, Ms Ruth, why can't I get a good guy?"

"Oh, I don't know..."

Ms Ruth's eyebrows pushed together, lips twisted mischievously, fingers wriggling in anticipation.

"I think all you need is a tonic of laughter! That'll put the smile back on your face!"

And then her fingers were on Robin but, this time, the tickling rang through her in a 'gigglish', pleasant ache of release. Robin squealed and tried to jerk away instinctively, her body reacting for her, but she didn't really want to escape beyond the need to display bodily reflexes and, oh, Ms Ruth knew how to hold her. She would not get away as those fingers squirmed and caught her, tickling her sides and under her armpits, regardless of the light dampness of sweat that could be found there. That didn't bother Ms Ruth but her fingers quickly found other targets, although she could not reach the best prize of her overly, ridiculously ticklish feet when she really wanted to see just how the not so little girl would dance for her.

Tickling didn't have to be abusive either, memories of Alex swept away as she was forced to be in the moment, eyes watering. People stared but Robin didn't care as she tried to weakly bat away Ms Ruth's fingers but she was an old hand at what she did. What Ms Ruth offered for her could cleanse esat escort the experiences for her, even though she would not know she was being taken advantage of all over again. For her body was on that everyone and anyone wanted to take advantage of and it seemed that, almost, she was going to have to live with that, shrieking and laughing

"My, my, my, you're as ticklish as ever!" She cackled with glee, a wicked look in her eye. "To think that such a handsome young man could treat you so badly... Why, maybe I should tickle him too!"

But that was not a threat that Ms Ruth was at all willing to follow through with, particularly due to the fact that she didn't have any interest in whatever boyfriend Robin had or had not had. He wasn't her concern while Robin was, in all ways, utterly complete and simply divine as she was.

It wasn't possible with that T-shirt she was wearing, although it didn't quite reach her skirt, to be fair, but Ms Ruth ached to press her lips to her belly again, feel that soft skin moving under her, the overly-ticklish girl twisting and laughing until tears ran down her cheeks all over again. Oh, she would be a complete mess by the end of it but she would, at least, be a happy one, one who giggled and stretched her lips in a smile, lightness lifting her up. Heaven knew that she needed a bit of lightness about her with those knockers weighing her down too!

"Such a ticklish tummy! That's scared away all the worries of the day now, hasn't it?"

But Ms Ruth wasn't waiting for an answer as she tickled her mercilessly, their laughter rising and rising, filling the air as if it had become a tangible force. The busty vixen was happy to be helpless even as she begged for mercy over and over again, mascara dampening in the corners of her eyes as the tears of raw, unbridled mirth threatened to fall against all the odds of self-control. But what the hell was self-control worth when she'd been so passive, useless to help herself?

Let Ms Ruth tickle her then. Let the tears fall. At least there was a smile on her face, heart pounding and body jerking as she was brought into giggling bursts of mirth and happiness again. It was a break from reality and one that she sorely needed, the tears laying cool tracks down her face even as they dripped off her lips and chin, a salty tease that reminded her that it was, at least sometimes, okay to let some emotion out. She whimpered and squirmed and thrashed and yet there was no escape whatsoever to be had from the elderly woman who boasted shocking strength, her buttocks wriggling on Ms Ruth's lap and scrunching up her skirt as she twisted and fought, all to no avail.

Bystanders wandering on their way looked - some even gawked - but they could look and they could judge while Ms Ruth grinned and pressed Robin in closer to her, an arm pinning her in place. Ms Ruth even met the eyes of some but there was nothing that could take her attention from her Robin, laying a claim to the girl as so many others had sought to before her. But their relationship was different and always would be as she almost smirked, remember that time... No. No, no, no: those were thoughts better kept in check for an old hen like her! And yet she could still have her fun with the cutie, the blonde babe that turned so many heads, including her very own grandson's...

Oh my...

"There you go, my girl!"

Ms Ruth grinned and pecked her wetly on the cheek as Robin laughed weakly, still coming down as those fingers fell away from her, thankfully so. She didn't know how much she could take and there was too much going on mentally for her to deal with the physical! Still, a distraction had been a distraction and she gasped as a car pulled up, marked with the taxi service logo that she'd booked her ride with.

"Oh - thank you for helping me, I've got to go now!"

It may have been seen as rude if she'd done it to anyone else but Ms Ruth only smiled and adjusted the folds of her skirts, thin lips pressed together, although there was nothing sinister sealed away behind them.

"See you, Ms Ruth!" Robin giggled, leaping up and waving behind her, her heart lighter than it had been in a long time. "This is my ride! Bye! Byeee!"

Her voice shrilled out and Ms Ruth waved to her, watching Robin leave with a rather fond look on her face. And just who wouldn't have liked to watch Robin walk away, so young and full of life? Oh, to be like that again and to have that slender body of hers! And that chest... Those melons! Ooooh! Those were something special indeed, yes so!

But Robin would not disappear from her life forever as she pouted, remembering the reality after the break from it that she had with Ms Ruth, although she didn't need to think into the true depths of their rather strange relationship - at least not then. And who knew if some things really ever needed to be explained or have a crude sort of explanation laid out against them?

Her lips, however, would not be turned down for long as the window of the car with the right registration plate wound down, showing off a young man of about her age in shades. A red shirt hung open over a white vest-top or T-shirt - she couldn't quite tell - but, even then, she could see the muscles rising through it, the guy ripped to high heaven and back again. What a boh-dy! Holy heck!