Fic: A Leper His Spots 1/1 Golden Girls
Title: A Leper His Spots. Author: Lopaka Tanu Prompt: 19 Skin disorders - boils, pox, rash, poison ivy... Claim: General Golden Girls Rating: Mature Adults Genre: Humor Summary: Side tracked, nature calls. Disclaimer: I do not own the Golden Girls. _________________________________________
"Where are we, Rose?" Wiping her brow with a silk cloth, Blanche felt like she was going to melt. They had been walking for hours and should have been in range of the hotel by now.
Checking her map and compass, Rose frowned. "I don't understand this, we should have been there by now."
"Well, hurry up and find out what you've done wrong. I have to use the bathroom!" Holding her stomach, Blanche ignored the groan of her intestines. They could wait. Another groan told her may be not. "Never mind, just point me to some soft leaves and a big tree!"
Not looking up from her map, Rose pointed towards a tree they had passed on the trail. "There are some vines with soft leaves on it. I used them about ten minutes ago."
"Right. You find out where we are and I will be right back!" Clenching her butt, she moved as fast as she could. "I should never have eaten those borritos!"
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Later that afternoon, Blanche found herself shifting uncomfortably in her bathing suit. After having discovered Rose had been reading the map upside down all day, they had quickly made it back to their hotel, which had been just over the next hill. She decided to go for a swim while Rose went to get them a new map, Blanche having tore the last one slamming it over her head.
Before she knew it, her hand was down between her legs scratching at her crotch. She had to force herself to stop. It wasn't right, not in public. Seeing a woman and her kid watching her in surprise, Blanche smiled and tightened her sarong about her waist. But the old itch came back with a vengeance and she started to scoot in her seat.
A throat cleared behind her.
Looking up, Blanche saw it was her date. Forcing her body to still, Blanche smiled widely up at him. "Gerald!"
Smiling, Gerald took the beach chair next to her. "Hello, Blanche. My, but you are a sight to behold!"
"Do go on." She put a hand to his arm and slid over to sit on the edge of her chair. It started with a slip forward.
"The very thought of you takes my breath away." Holding her hands, Gerald took a deep breath to emphasize his point.
"You flirt!" Before she knew it, Blanche was slowly dragging her bottom back and forth across the chair's edge. "I've been looking forward to this all week. Ever since you asked me out, I've been driven to distraction." Her body started to rock with each scratch.
Noticing, Gerald thought she was trying to distract and tease him. "I bet."
"Oh, Gerald, you have no idea!" Sliding over a particularly rough patch, Blanche gasped. "Oh, god. My body is just tingling all over in anticipation of your touch."
"Don't stop. Please, Blanche, keep going." He pulled her in to his lap as she moaned.
Sitting on one of his legs, Blanche began to drag in earnest. "Gerald. Oh, Gerald! I want you so badly, I can't stand it! Oh, dear lord this feels good!" Her dragging increased in friction until a wonderful heat built against her bottom.
"Blanche! Blanche! Oh, Blanche!" Shuddering, Gerald held her close.
"Perverts!" The lady shielded her son's eyes as she led him away.
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Sitting in an oatmeal bath, Blanche sent her tub mate a death glare. "I hope you're satisfied. I am absolutely mortified!"
"What, it's not like I told you to rub your body against your date like a cat in heat!" Rose, who's hair was up in a plastic net, rubbed at her own itchy bottom.
"You told me what plant to use! Poison Ivy? I thought you were supposed to be a girl scout! Rose, I could just kill you!" Pouting, she turned her head and started to huff dramatically. "You are just lucky that Gerald was so understanding."
"Try perverted." For that, Rose received a face full of oatmeal.