Z is for Zorro

The bungalows were situated behind the main buildings, well away from the courtyard where the bonfire was lighting up the night's sky. They must have looked like a giant horseshoe all gathered together as they were, slowly circling around one another and facing towards the lodge. She and Darlene had the last two units on the end of the horseshoe, numbers eleven and twelve respectively.

Shirley reached the end of the path and turned right instead of left which would have led her back towards the lodge where the sky continued to flicker with the telltale light of the fire. To the right, it was much darker, though soft lights along the walk way would keep her from stumbling around in the dark as she headed back towards number eleven. She headed across the green when she spotted what looked like someone approaching her from the opposite direction, but noticed that the figure, whoever he was, dressed all in black and seemed to be knocking on doors. Shirley wondered if he was checking to see they were securely locked, or in the event that someone else had decided to stay in, that they were ok as she did see him stop and actually speak to someone else in the unit on the other side of Darlene's bungalow.

"Oh God! It's Zorro!" She thought to herself, laughing as the black caped figure actually looked like the TV and movie character at this distance. Not wanting to disrupt anything, or be disrupted from making it to her room, she tried to sneak as quickly as possible hoping to reach it, slipping inside before he'd finished speaking with whomever the other woman was and who'd obviously decided to skip the festivities as well. Unfortunately, she didn't quite make it.

He was in fact wearing a black bandana over his head with eye cut outs over his face. "You really are Zorro!" Shirley stated as he stepped around in front of her before she could slip into her room. "Come to see if any Senorita's need rescuing?" she asked finding the intrigue behind the 'bed-room' eyes most disconcerting.

"Good evening," he said sweeping his arm gracefully as he did so in front of her having removed his straight-edged hat with a flourish of fanfare.

"Odd," Shirley thought, "he sounds exactly like Antonio Banderas!"

"How may I serve you this evening?" he said with a smile that looked every bit as much like him as well.

"Ah, actually no. I mean," she began once again somewhat flustered. "I was just going in to go to bed, big day!" she said stretching as though trying to work out some kinks, immediately feeling foolish as she did, because she could somehow see herself in her minds eye, and knew her ploy for what it really was. Zorro's smile told her the same thing.

"Ah, but you are too beautiful, and it is too beautiful a night for someone such as yourself to be going to bed alone, no?"

"No. I mean yes," Shirley said, then confused as to what she'd actually meant, actually said. He grinned. In the blink of an eye, faster than her mind could register, and certainly faster than she could have thought possible, his hand came out and in a swiping "Z" like movement, the towel she'd been wearing came away in his hand. Automatically she reached up criss-crossing her arms over her breasts.

Then he kissed her.

Like hot butter on bread, she melted into his arms. Picking her up, his cape almost magically covering her, he kicked the door which flew open as though magic itself, carrying her into the room.

As he stepped past the door, his lips still locked upon hers, she heard rather than saw the soft leather of his boot kicking the door closed. Effortlessly, he crossed the room to her bed, and just as effortlessly, placed her upon it. With another unexpected toss of his hands, she rolled on the bed as his cape came away with a flick and a flutter drawing her attention towards it. When she at last gazed back towards him, he stood with his magnificent sword sticking out of his groin.

"Oh my!" she heard herself saying barely able to take her eyes off the steely hard weapon.

He continued to smile as he now slowly, teasingly, began to undo the laces of his shirt until they had loosened enough for him to pull it over his head. He did so without a moment's pause, once again like some sort of magic act where the tablecloth is removed, and all the dinner dishes remain.

Even more amazingly, his pants dropped with a simple shake of his tightly honed ass revealing his beautiful cock even more fully to her mesmerized eyes. Quickly he removed his black leather boots, followed by his once tight black pants until he slid onto the bed beside her wearing nothing more than the mysterious mask on his face.

Shirley felt the softness of the Buffalo hide caressing her body on one side, and this mystery man's strong, yet gentle hands stroking and caressing her on the other. Zorro now began kissing her from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, and then back again. By the time his lips first placed themselves against her taut nipples, her body was aflame with desire for him. More than she'd ever felt or experienced before in her entire life. And, it was the way he kissed, licked and nipped at her that drove her insane with desire for him. Each kiss seemed to be different than the last, even more meaningful, each tender fleeting lick of his tongue, more sensual and erotic than the one before that, and the one before that. By the time he had finished kissing and sucking her toes, Shirley felt she had died and gone to heaven, but he was only half done as he began the return trip, stopping at each and every nook and cranny along the way.

"Fuck me!" She said softly, almost pleadingly.

"In due time," he responded. "Perhaps by sunrise."

He went back to licking, sucking and kneading her soft pliant breasts. Her nipples were so sensitive to his touch that she felt as though she could orgasm from this alone, and nearly did. But each time she got close to anything even resembling a climax, he would slow, stop...or go on to something else driving her to even greater heights of unbridled pleasure and joy.

By the time his tongue even got close to her pussy she was writhing in hot wanton passion for it. Even then he tickled, teased, kissing her heated place but never quite allowing her to feel his tongue upon her, always near, always close...but never directly. Shirley was wet, sopping wet actually. She felt little rivulets of her moisture pool, running freely down the inside of her legs. Never before in her life had she ever experienced this, such free flowing amounts of her lubrications, and yet they continued. He drank from her, licking away her essence with his tongue, and still had not as yet deflowered her with it. Shirley was on the verge of desperation now, only seconds away from somehow forcing the issue with him. And then his tongue was upon her, and his lips encircled her blood-engorged clit.

And she came.

He sucked her nubbin of flesh and captured her soul, and she came again.

With a rapidity of speed borne on the brink of madness, he attacked the morsel of flesh between her legs with his tongue, like the feathery wings of a thousand butterflies descending down upon her at once. And she came yet again.

Again and again she came, spiraling away into the madness, into the sweetness of ecstasy from which she momentarily feared she would never awake. When at last she felt sleep could finally claim her, satiated and drained beyond all reason, he entered her. At first, it was an unwelcome intrusion and Shirley fought weakly against it. Then as the smoldering flame slowly rekindled deep within her loins, she responded, meeting him thrust for thrust, passion once again soaring upwards until her mind exploded in earth shattering brilliance and the darkness of night came to claim her just as the first tendrils of sunlight began to stretch their fingers across the morning sky.

#

Darlene glanced at her watch for the third time, Shirley wasn't just late, she was very late. Darlene had arrived on time and spotted Crystal and Susan already having breakfast. She quickly joined them and ordered, expecting Shirley to show up at any moment. Now on her third cup of coffee and nearly forty-five minutes later, she was starting to worry.

"I'm giving her just five more minutes, and then I'm going to check on her." Darlene told their friends.

"There she is now!" Crystal stated, a hint of relief in her own voice upon seeing her.

Darlene spun back around in her chair and glanced over towards the door as Shirley slowly made her way over towards them. "Shirley? Are you ok? You look like hell!"

"I didn't get much sleep," she offered simply sitting down.

Handy was jiffy on the spot and came over to ask her what she wanted for breakfast.

"Just coffee...and maybe some toast," she told him.

Darlene sat glaring at her. "Would you care to add to that?"

Shirley looked up at her sheepishly. "No, coffee and toast is all I want."

"You know that's NOT what I asked you." Darlene folded her arms across her breasts, which is what she usually did whenever she became impatient with her friend, and sat waiting. "You're smiling!" Darlene said in surprise.

"She's not just smiling, she's grinning!" Susan chimed in.

And then Shirley was grinning, unable to help her self, blushing profusely on top of that.

"Shirley? You look like the cat that swallowed the canary, come on...what gives?"

"I spent the night with someone," she grinned feeling silly, loving every moment of the sensation as she admitted it.

"And?"

"And...we did it all night long is all. That's why I'm late."

"Oh no you don't." Darlene said uncrossing her arms, scooting her chair over closer to Shirley's. "Spill the beans babe...and the franks. Who was it?"

"He called himself...Zorro!" she paused letting it sink in for a moment.

"Zorro?" Susan asked.

"Zorro?" Darlene added asking the same question. "As in Antonio Banderas?"

"Well, it did sound like him, and look like him too!" she answered seriously.

"Zorro!"

"Yeah, Zorro!" Shirley shot back. "It really was Darlene, black mask, cape, the whole nine yards.

"I suppose he left the mark of 'Zorro' on you too?" Darlene giggled, laughing at her own joke.

Shirley blushed. "As a matter of fact, he did!"

Her face still reddened, she took a quick glance around the room ensuring no one could see her, then lifted the blouse she was wearing. She'd purposely not worn her brassier. From the side of her left breast to her right, then at a sharp downward angle, a trail of tiny almost perfectly shaped 'lip' hicky's marked their path along her flesh. "Ah sorry honey...but that looks more like a backwards seven," Darlene began, "though I must admit, whoever the hell he was, he did a pretty damn good job of that!"

Shirley rolled her eyes, now standing. Without so much as saying a word, she unzipped the shorts she was wearing letting them fall, uncaring now whether anyone came in and saw her standing half naked now or not.

"Holy shit!" Crystal exclaimed almost immediately. The rest of the perfect 'Z' began once again across the top of her right upper thigh proceeding across the almost bare patch of pubic hair then continuing on towards her left thigh where it ended, now forming the near perfect 'Z'. But even that wasn't what had caused any of the three women to sit there and stare at her in total awe and wonder.

"How the fuck did he do that?" Darlene asked. She was staring at the ever so tiny little 'Z' cut that had been shaped in the pubic hair of her pussy.

"You'd never believe me if I told you," she said simply, sitting down with not only a continued smile, but a sigh that whimpered of longing for more. A lot more.

Crystal saw Howdy across the room and waved him over to the table. "Howdy? You have a guy working the night shift for you, calls himself Zorro?"

"Heard of him, but no, no one by that name works for me. Every once in a while some gal says she's seen him, been with him. But no one here knows anything about him far's I know."

"You mean you don't have anyone that goes by that nickname and works the nightshift?" Shirley asked in disbelief.

"Nope." Howdy said smiling. "Everyone works here was at the bonfire last night, as usual. Except for Wiley."

"Wiley? Maybe that's who it is!" Darlene suggested.

"Doubt it." Howdy stated. "I happen to know he was with Mrs. Steel in bungalow number ten last night, just like he is every night. If you don't believe me, ask her, she's sitting right over there," he said pointing at another of the tables where two women sat talking to one another.

"Ask her! Ask her!" Shirley said excitedly. "She saw him too, in fact, she was talking to him just a few minutes before I did."

"I believe you." Darlene finally said. "Zorro huh?"

"Oh never mind Darlene, besides, you'd have to have been there to understand."

"Wish I had been," she said winking at her near-sister, then reaching over giving her a hug. "Regardless honey, you STILL look like hell. After you get some more coffee in you, we'll get you back to the room and freshened up. Besides, I'm not about to let you wiggle out on going horseback riding with me."

"Oh Darlene, about that. I really don't know. Like I said, you have NO idea what last night was like."

"Come on Shirl, you can tell me ALL about it while we get you fixed up. After that, we'll throw on our horsey-blankets and stroll on down to the stables where we're supposed to meet up with Crystal and Susan for our ten o'clock ride."

"Horsey Blankets?" Shirley groaned. "Naked?"

"Naked." Now it was Darlene's turn to grin from ear to ear. "And you're not the ONLY one to have gotten lucky last night either! Now come on, I'll tell you mine, while you tell me about yours."

Shirley felt herself yanked out of her chair after that, groaned audibly as Darlene led her away from the table and felt her self dragged back to her room to get ready to go on a horseback ride she really wasn't in the mood for, and almost too tired to even really care about.

"Come on buckaroo." Darlene teased, "Perk up, you're gonna like this," she promised her.

Shirley moaned, groaning all the way back to their bungalows, but she couldn't help but smile all the way back too. Especially when upon reaching her door did she reach down finding a black mask with cut-out eyes neatly and carefully wrapped around the doorknob.

"Fuck me!" Darlene groaned jealously. "Ok Shirl," she said ushering her friend inside the room. "Start at the beginning, and don't leave a fucking word out either!"

And she didn't.