Name: Lori R 2/03
Title: 'Love in the Afternoon'
Category: Outsiders (Max and Isabel)
Rating: Heavy NC17.....Please do NOT read this fic if
you are under the legal age!
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, but write
about them for my own enjoyment. No infringement is
intended.
Summary: This fic is short, plotless, and full of
extreme gratutious smut because it was highly
requested. Who am I to say no? ;)
Feedback: It would be nice. Good or bad.


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"Max, I think this hole is too deep. I just wanted a
little pool to make it look cool out here with plants
and flowers, not a pond," said Isabel standing up and
wiping her brow.
Max threw the shovel out of the hole and climbed out,
wiping his brow as well.
"It's not that deep." He looked at it again from above
thoughtfully. "Is it?"
Isabel dropped down to the ground and rested her head
on her arms. "Max, it's a monster hole for what I
wanted."
Max shook his head. "I didn't think it was that deep.
I'm sorry."
Isabel nodded. "I know." She ran her hand over the
back of her neck and sighed. "It's so hot. I wish this
was done so I could dip my feet in it to cool off." 
Max spied the water hose and stood up. He went over
and turned on the water then crept up and turned it on
Isabel making her scream in shock.
"MAX!" Isabel jumped up and tried to protect herself
from the spray of water, but Max was relentless in
drenching her. "Enough Max! Stop!" she shouted
giggling.
Max turned off the water. "See what happens when you
complain of the...heat..." his voice trailed off as he
turned around to find Isabel stripping off her soaked 
T-shirt to reveal a very skimpy bikini top that barely
covered her ample breast.
"Wha-what are you doing?" he croaked.
Isabel unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down to
reveal bikini bottoms that were cut high on the thigh.
She tossed the pants with the shirt as she answered.
"My clothes were clinging to me since you got them
wet. I'm not going to wear them and get chafed.
Besides, it's not fair that guys can go without shirts
and girls can't," she said as she looked pointedly at
his bared chest. She placed her hands on her hips as
she turned her attention back to the hole. "Do you
think we can put some of this dirt back in?"
Max cleared his throat as he looked down in the hole
and away from Isabel and her shapely body. 
The hole had water in it causing the dirt to turn to
mud. 
"I can put some back , but with all of that water it's
going to take time to dry out," he said.
Isabel leaned over. "Mmmm, I wonder if...Aaaaaaaahhh!"
she screamed as she slipped on the muddy ground and
slid into the hole below. 
"Isabel! Are you alright?!" asked Max as he jumped in.
Isabel stood up and grimaced at the mud that caked her
body. "I'm fine, just a muddy mess. Would you look at
me?" she moaned.
That's all Max could do. Look. She was looked so sexy
standing there with all of that mud in her skimpy
suit.
He reached out and gently wiped some of the mud off of
her cheek then let his finger trail down to her collar
bone. 
"Are you sure you're not hurt?" he asked thickly.
Isabel nodded. 
Max smiled before reaching down and getting a glop of
mud and wiping it on her upper chest.
"Good, I'm glad you're not hurt," he smirked
mischieviously.
"Max!" Isabel screamed as she bent to get handfuls of
mud and sling them at Max.
They pelted one another with the slimey brown mess
until they fell laughing to the ground. Max wrestled
with Isabel, tickling her until the ties on her top
came loose and she was covering her breasts with her
hands. 
"Max, stop!" she cried out. "I've lost my top. Help me
find it," she said as she frantically looked around.
Max's eyes fell on her hands that barely covered her
heaving breasts. He breathed heavily from exertion and
something else as he moved to stand up to help her
look for her top. Suddenly he fell on Isabel
knocking her on her back with him on top. His bared
skin was touching hers and it inflamed him. His hand
cupped her mud covered breast, the nipple erect
against his palm. His breathing changed as it grew
deeper with desire. He watched his own hand slide over
Isabel's breast, kneeding it and lightly pinching her
nipple.
Isabel gasped as Max's hands roamed over her so
intimately.
"Max, stop!" she gasped as she tried to wriggle away
from him.
But Max couldn't stop. Desire had taken over.
"Isabel, do you know how beautiful you are?" asked Max
huskily as his hand wandered down her breasts to her
ribs and lower.
Isabel's eyes filled with panic. "Max, stop! Look at
me! You have to stop this!"
Max looked in Isabel's eyes and saw her fear. And in
his Isabel saw hunger. Hunger for her.
"Max...let me up. Please," pleaded Isabel quietly.
Max's light touch fell to Isabel's bikini line. He
traced the garmet wanting what lay underneath.
"I can't, Isabel," said Max as he bent and kissed her
lips. He placed a knee between her legs and pushed
them open, settling himself there. 
"Max...please....let me up," whispered Isabel again,
the panic in her voice growing stronger.
But Max couldn't here it. He was lost in his need for
her. He held her hands above her head with one hand
while caressing her breasts with the other, the slick
mud adding to his pleasure. Then he began to move
between her legs. Both were clothed below the waist,
but that didn't stop Max from his quest. His hips
bucked between Isabel's legs in slow, yet purposeful
thrusts. 
"Max...stop...stop," cried Isabel softly as Max pushed
his body against hers over and over in an attempt for
release. His body began to shudder as it released
itself and then Max was still. He took a deep ragged
breath. Then his eyes widened as he realized what he
had done. He released her hands and slowly moved off
of her and stood up, stunned by his own behavior.
"Isabel! Isabel, I'm sorry! I don't know what got into
me!" apologized Max in dismay as he reached to help
her up. But Isabel ignored his hand as she stood on
shakey legs and looked at Max. 
"I can't believe you just did that to me!" cried
Isabel as she crossed her arms infront of herself and
ran for the house.
"Isabel!" called out Max as he watched her go. 
What had happened to him? He looked towards the
upstairs windows as he ran a hand over his face. 
He looked down and spied Isabel's top laying in a
muddy heap near his feet. He picked it up and looked
at the scrap of material in his hands. Looking
upstairs again, Max headed for the house.

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Isabel looked at her muddy self in the mirror as she
ran shaking hands over her body.
Max had dry humped her. He'd actually dry humped her
and gotten off doing it. 
She could still feel the heat from his body between
her thighs. She lowered her hands to touch them then
moved to remove her bikini bottoms. She slid them off
and stood looking at the material in her hands. The
barriers of his shorts and her bikini is all that had
stood between them. If not for those she knew Max
wouldn't have stopped with dry humping her in the mud.

She turned towards the shower and turned on the water.
When it was warm enough she stepped inside and let the
water pelt her as it removed the drying mud.
She picked up the soap gel and poured some in her
hands. She lathered her body well then rinsed the mud
away, her mind on Max the whole time. 
He'd wanted her and had done his best to take her. 
Isabel's hand moved over her breasts while the other
slid down her body to the bared crevice below. Her
eyes closed as her finger slid inside. 
"Maxxx," she breathed. 
"What?" came his very real voice from outside the
curtain.
Isabel's hand jerked away as her eyes flew open and
she screamed in fright. "MAX! Oh gawd what are you
doing?! Get out!"
But the curtain slid open. 
"No. Not until you hear me out," he said as he gazed
in her eyes then down the body she was trying so hard
to cover up. He raised his eyes back up to hers.
"You're going to hear me out."
He stepped inside the shower, his body naked and with
apparent need, and closed the curtain behind him.
Isabel stared in disbelief at Max as she said, "No!
Get out!"
Max shook his head. "Isabel, I'm sorry. I don't know
what came over me except that I love you so much that
I had to have you."
Isabel shook her head. "Not good enough, Max. You got
off by dry humping me in a hole full of mud. It was a
form of rape, Max! How could you do that to me?" she
asked with hurt and anger.
"I don't know. I'm sorry. All I can say is that my
desire for you over road my good sense. Please, please
forgive me. You know I would never hurt you," said Max
moving closer. He was so upset with himself for the
way he had treated her. All he knew was that some
hunger overcame him and all that would appease it was
to have Isabel.
Isabel rolled her eyes upwards as she quietly said, 
"You lost control, Max. It was all so public and you
lost control!"
Max took her in his arms and kissed her brow. "I
know."
"No, you don't! Anyone could have seen us," said
Isabel.
"It won't happen again. I promise," said Max nibbling
her ear.
His hands began to wander. "You're all clean," he
whispered before he kissed her.
"I'm still mad at you," said Isabel, but her tone and
a slight moan suggested otherwise.
"What were you doing when I came in?" asked Max as he
kissed Isabel's collar bone.
Isabel's head fell back. "Nothing."
Max moved lower to suckle a breast. "Nothing?" His
hand slid between her legs and caressed her folds. "I
thought maybe you were touching yourself while you
thought of me."
Isabel's head popped up. "Max, you were spying on me!"
Max grinned. "Couldn't help it."
Isabel pinched his nipple. 
"Ow!" he said rubbing it. 
"You're all muddy," said Isabel wrinkling her nose.
She was relenting.
Max looked down. "Yeah. Hand me the soap?"
Isabel took the gel and poured some down Max's chest.
Max raised his eyes as Isabel began to lather his
chest. She worked her way down his arms and each
finger. She poured more in her hands and said, "Turn
around."
Max smiled as he complied and Isabel began to lather
his back and shoulders. Then she reached down and
began to work on his tight ass. 
"Mmmm," she hummed from behind as she grabbed a
handful of the firm mound and squeezed. Max clinched
his cheeks at her touch and she smiled.
Isabel poured more gel in her hands and bent to work
his thighs and calves. They were muscular and hard.
She rubbed her hands up to the top of his inner thighs
and caressed his heavy sacs inbetween. Max moaned 
as he placed his hands the wall. Isabel washed away
the soap then placed a kiss on Max's buttock before
standing.
"Done,"she said.
Max frowned. "Done? But you didn't do my front," said
Max.
Isabel looked at Max's chest. "Looks clean to me."
Max pulled her to him, her breasts pressed tightly to
his chest. "Lower," he growled huskily.
"Lower? You mean...here?" asked Isabel, taking hold of
Max 's throbbing member.
Max hissed. "Ye... yessssssss!"
Isabel let go and poured more gel in her hand then
grasped Max's stiff organ again and glided her hand
slowly up and down the shaft. 
Max hummed as he bit his lip to keep from crying out.
Isabel's hand was moving up and down with a nice
rythum that was going to cause him to lose it at any
minute. Her strokes were driving him wild. He wanted
to be buried deep inside her. He lowered his hands to
hers, but she moved them away.
Isabel slowed her hand as Max tightened up. She cupped
his balls and gently pulled as she held them tighter. 
"Isabel, you're driving me....aw shit! What the hell
are you doing?" Max hissed in her ear as Isabel
suddenly let go of him and turned away.
"I'm cold," said Isabel standing under the water
letting it's warmth hit her skin.
"You can't build me up and then leave me hanging,
Isabel. You can't," said Max panting. He was aching
painfully with the need for release. 
"Then stroke it, Max, because I'm not going to finish
you," said Isabel as she watched for his reaction.
Max's eyes widened at her words. "What?! Why not? I'm
in pain here, Isabel! I need some relief!"
"Then you better get busy," said Isabel looking him in
the eye.
"This is payback isn't it?" asked Max grimacing.
Isabel nodded. "You can have me anytime you want, Max,
but never, never out in public. And 'never' the way
you did today."
Max blinked. He knew she was serious and he didn't
blame her. He still didn't know what had come over
him, but he knew he had been wrong.
"Well?" asked Isabel pointedly looking down.
Max took his painfully engorged member in his hand and
began to pump. 
Isabel smiled, but soon her expression turned into a
lustful one as she watched Max try to find release by
his own hand. 
"Think of me, Max. Think of all the different ways you
want to have me," whispered Isabel as she watched
Max's hand move faster and faster.
Max groaned as he worked faster. "Isabel...you know
you want me," he taunted as he watched her face.
Isabel saw the purple head on Max's penis grow darker.
The vein stood out and throbbed as Max's hand ran over
it. She wanted that long, thick shaft inside her.
She reached down and stayed his hand. Max looked in
her eyes and saw a hunger that matched his own. 
He pressed Isabel up against the shower wall and
pulled her leg up over his hip and plunged into her
with one deep thrust causing her to cry out from the
swift penetration. He pounded into her as his head
bent and laved a swollen breast. He could hear her
body smacking against the wall as she accepted his
body into hers. "Maax," Isabel moaned as she clung to
the wall with one hand and Max's head with the other.
"Aaawwww!"
"So tight....so good," whispered Max as he felt her
inner walls tighten around him, gripping him and
holding him inside her. He could feel her body shudder
as wave after wave of her orgasm hit her. Then he
finally exploded. His own release powerfully filled
her body. 
"That was amazing," he whispered against her hair.
Isabel nodded as she bent her head into his neck. Her
breasts were pressed tightly against Max's chest and
her arms wrapped around his neck as if to never let
him go.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
Isabel nodded. "Yeah." She was breathing hard, but she
felt good.
Max lowered her leg and she stood on wobbly legs. 
"I'm ready to get out of here," Max growled as he
rubbed his body against hers.
Isabel looked down. "I'll never be able to walk again,
if you keep it up like this." She reached between them
and stroked his already growing member.
Max grinned. 
Isabel smiled mischieviously as she began to kiss
Max's body. His lips, his neck, this collar bone, his
magnificant chest. She slowly made her way down to the
root of it all. She looked up at him and saw
expectation in his eyes. She flicked her tongue out
and licked the slick head.
Max sighed.
"Still want to get out of here?" she asked. Then she
ran her tongue the length of the shaft.
Max ran his hands over her tangled wet hair and
sighed. "Not yet."
Isabel smirked and then took Max in her mouth then
pulled off of him like he was a popsicle. 
"Mmmmm," she said as she licked the underside and then
popped the head out of her mouth.
Max closed his eyes and leaned against the shower
wall. His hands guided Isabel as she sucked him in and
out of her moist mouth. "Damn, Isabel."
Isabel grasped his balls gently in her hands and began
a slow squeeze as she sucked harder.
Max began to pump at Isabel. "Isabel...I'm going to
cum .....Iz..."
Isabel squeezed harder as she felt Max tense.
He exploded. His moans of pure pleasure rumbled in his
throat as Isabel sucked him dry. 
"Oh gawd.....Iz.....Iz," he gasped as she finally let
him go.
She stood up and he pulled her into his embrace and
kissed her, the taste of himself on her lips salty.
His tongue searched the inside of her mouth as he
hungrily kissed her. 
"Max....Max it's getting cold in here," Isabel
whispered when she could gasped for breath.
Max nodded and turned off the water. He grabbed a
towel and began to dry Isabel off. Everywhere the
towel touched Max's lips followed. 
Isabel grabbed the towel away from him. "We'll never
get out of here if you keep that up," she laughed.
Max relented and got his own towel and began to dry
off.
They left the towels on the floor and headed for the
bedroom, their hands on one another the whole way
there.

Isabel fell back on the bed and smiled at Max as he
lay between her legs, his head on her chest. She
caressed his hair, the strands running between her
fingers.
Max looked a swollen breast and gently cupped it,
molding it with his hand and enjoying it's firm, silky
softness.
"I love you, Isabel. You know I wouldn't do anything
to hurt you."
Isabel's smile softened. "I know."
Max kissed her breast then began to nibble his way
lower. Isabel arched her back and her breath caught as
Max kissed her bared mound. "Maaaaxxx," she sighed as
his tongue slipped inside. She widened her legs as Max
parted her nether lips more and drank her in, his
tongue delving deeply inside her.
"Oh, Max! Awwwww, please," she begged as she held his
head to her body and raised her hips to his seeking
mouth.
Max cupped her buttocks and ate hungrily, Isabel
crying out his name as waves of pleasure flowed over
her.
Max gave her one final deep lick then moved beside
her.
"Forgiven?" he asked.
Isabel stared at the ceiling as she gasped for breath.
She nodded. "Y-yes."
Max smiled as he rolled on top of Isabel and kissed
her hungrily. 
She opened her legs and sighed as he entered her.
Max pushed her legs up high and moved deeply inside
Isabel. He was well endowed and it always amazed him
that Isabel could take him so easily. But then he
didn't know why he should be surprise. They were made
for each other.
"Harder, Max! Harder!" cried Isabel as she met him
thrust for thrust.
Max pulled out and pushed in harder and harder.
"Faster, Max! Faster!" pleaded Isabel as she began to
cry for release.
Max felt the sweat drop from his brow as he moved hard
and fast inside Isabel. His muscles strained as he
sought to bring her pleasure.
Isabel's breasts rubbed against Max's chest, the
friction making her nipples feel raw. Her nails were
digging into Max's back as she clung to him. 
"Max, I need more!" she gasped as she lowered her legs
and flipped them over so that she was on top and in
control.
Max's surprised look amused her. "What? I can't be on
top?"
"No. Just surprised," he told her, and secretly
pleased.
Isabel leaned down and sucked in Max's lower lip
before kissing his chest and sitting up. 
She began a slow ride up and down on Max's stiff shaft
and reveled in the feel of having the control of how
much he was in and out of her.
Max watched the expression on Isabel's face and was
entranced. She was totally getting off on riding him!
Isabel rocked back and forth taking Max in deeper and
deeper, her body moving so that she received maximum
pleasure. 
The first wave hit her and she began to keen. Her
cries of pleasure sounding like music in Max's ear. 
Isabel slumped over Max as she finally was spent. 
Max lay there holding her for a minute then gently
turned her over. 
"Isabel Evans, you used me!" he teased as he kissed
her nipple.
Isabel looked at him ashamed. "Max...I couldnt' help
it. I don't know what happened."
Max nodded. "Like what happened to me earlier."
Isabel understood. "Yes." She looked at Max. "You
didn't...."
Max shook his head. "Nope. Still hard."
Isabel opened her arms and legs. 
Max traced her belly button. "Are you sure? You look
tired."
Isabel nodded. "I am, but you need satisfying." 
"We don't have to," he told her.
"I 'want' to," she told him. 
Max finally nodded and crawled between her welcoming
legs and slid home, her entrance slick from their
loving making before. 
Max moved gently at first but soon was moving quickly
inside Isabel as he began to feel the burn of pleasure
buidling inside. 
"Come on, Max...come on," whispered Isabel as she
rubbed his back. 
Max stiffened as the flames caught him and spread. He
was spilling himself inside of Isabel over and over ,
her body accepting his convulsing one until he was
spent. 
He lay on top of her panting until he rolled off of
her to spare her his weight.
"That was amazing," he said. 
"It always is," she replied extremely satisfied.
She snuggled up next to Max and he pulled the sheet
over them. 
"I'm so tired I can't stay awake," he told her
yawning.
Isabel nodded as she lay her head on his shoulder and
quickly fell asleep.
Max kissed the top of her head and soon followed her
to dream land.

End