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October 31 Homeless Jenny: Part 4
Homeless Jenny: Part 4
Jenny confronts her
stepfather then we take a long honeymoon!
by Sénor
Longo. Listen to the
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After
lunch we walked together along the waterfront, watching the ferry to
Bridgeport dock, disgorge its cargo of cars and trucks then fill its
decks with those waiting to cross the Sound. The ferry was a great
alternative to driving into and through New York City before heading
north. I had always used the ferry when going to Boston or Cambridge,
saving two or more hours and a boatload of hassle every time.
Mom
gave us a ride back to the station at 3:40 for the 4:06 train back to
Penn Station. I was pleased to see Mom and Jenny hug before we
climbed the ladder onto the train. We waved to Mom as the train
pulled out.
“Did Mom say something to you while you were
hugging?”
“Yes, she gave me some
advice.”
“Oh?”
“Yes, she told
me you were nothing like your father. I already knew that. I can’t
see you ever cheating and I know I would never cheat on you so I
guess we’re stuck with each other, forever.”
I
leaned in for a kiss that lasted longer than it should considering
where we were then I whispered in Jenny’s ear, “I
certainly hope so.” Jenny didn’t have to answer. Her eyes
said all I needed to know.
We had just changed trains in
Huntington when I mentioned to Jenny that I thought we should get her
a car. She seemed to think about it for a minute then chimed in,
“Okay, but not a Honda. Your car is okay, better than okay, but
after spending so many years barely getting by I’d like to
splurge, get something a little extravagant. Is that okay?”
“Of
course; we can go out and look as soon as we’re back home.”
Jenny kissed me then whispered in my ear and I knew I was the
luckiest man on the planet. She planned to prove it as soon as we
were in our room.
I stopped at reception to ask if they had a
doctor on staff. Luckily, they did and I asked for an appointment
tomorrow morning. I received a phone call fifteen minutes later
telling me that Dr. St. Claire would come to my room at 11:30
tomorrow morning and that he wanted to know what the problem was so
he could be prepared. “Tell him my arm is in a sling because of
a knife wound I received last Saturday night. I want to make sure
there’s no infection and have the bandages changed.” I
was assured that he would receive the message.
Jenny had a
smile on her face as she led me to the bedroom. She had just removed
my shoes and socks when my cell rang. I looked at the screen and
wondered, who the hell is Frank Garcia? I answered thinking it might
be the doctor. I hadn’t been paying much attention to his name.
My caller was a detective for the NYPD who wanted to meet with me
tomorrow morning, saying he had news regarding my assault and battery
case. I suggested he meet us at reception at 8:30 and we’d
treat him to breakfast. He nixed the breakfast, but did say he’d
accept a cup of coffee. I had just ended the call in time. I could
see that Jenny was getting impatient.
“You were right,
Doug; it was a long day. I enjoyed being with your mother, but the
ride back was really boring.”
“The Long Island
Railroad is strictly a commuter line. There are people who do that
very trip five days a week; the price of living in that area, I
guess.”
“Where did you live when you were
working?”
“Closer in, much closer in; I lived and
worked in Hicksville which is on another line. There are three;
North, Central, and South.”
“Interesting, but not
now; I have my mind on something else.” She almost tore the
clothes from my body and a minute later hers followed. “Now,
don’t forget who’s doing the doing.” I just laughed
as she gently lowered me to the bed. I lay in the center of the big
king bed with my right arm out to the side, exactly as instructed
while Jenny showed me just how much she loved me. She rubbed her
swimsuit model’s body over mine, her nipples moving into my
mouth and hand as we kissed and kissed and groped each other
unashamedly.
I had two fingers in her, my thumb on her hard
swollen clit as she stroked me furiously. There was a time in the not
so distant past when that was my only means of relief. A lot had
changed since Jenny had come into my life. I’d hoped to marry,
but never imagined it would be to a goddess like Jenny. It was all I
could do to resist pulling her onto my rod, that’s how hot I
was for her. She must have been clairvoyant because just seconds
later she moved up onto my body and rubbed me into her dripping slit.
I had closed my eyes, but heard her moan as she slid down until our
bodies met.
I couldn’t help myself; I began to move with
her, driving my cock as deeply into her as humanly possible. Jenny
was right; it was a very long day and my arm didn’t make it any
easier. It felt as though I was being stabbed over and over as the
day progressed. However, what I was feeling now with my wonderful
wife was worth everything I had endured.
Let’s face it;
there are only so many variations for sex. Sure there’re oral
and anal, although I didn’t find the thought of that terribly
appealing, and there’s genital sex. I’d had plenty of
manual sex over the twenty-plus years before meeting Jenny. In spite
of the obvious limitations, sex with Jenny was never dull. She had
such energy and so much love to share that I was never bored. Tonight
was as exciting as ever even though I was exhausted. The pain in my
arm had given me a miserable night’s sleep. I’d slept
through the night, but Jenny had told me I was tossing and turning
the entire time.
Jenny tried something new on me tonight,
flexing her vaginal muscles and squeezing my cock like never before.
“Oh God!” I was practically screaming as I came and came
again until Jenny covered my mouth with hers. She covered my face
with kisses once I had settled down. I could barely speak, but
somehow I managed to croak, “You didn’t.”
“That’s
not important. You’ll get me tomorrow. I know how tired you
are. Why don’t we get room service? That’s something I
always wanted to do.”
“What about Lady? She has to
eat and we have to put her out.”
“I can do both. I
know it’s dark, but I won’t go into the park and I’ll
have Lady with me.” I thought about it for a minute before
struggling to get out of bed. “I’ll come with you then a
quick shower and we can call down for food. How does that sound?”
Jenny gave me a sour look, but helped me to get up and dress. I fed
Lady and ten minutes later we stood together in the park. Several
young toughs walked nearby, but continued past us when Lady growled.
One group even recognized Lady from the TV news as they shouted,
“Nice going, man,” and other congratulatory remarks. All
the same I was pleased when we were safely inside the Plaza’s
lobby.
We ordered steaks, probably the best choice for room
service, baked potatoes, and a pitcher of iced tea. It was served on
our coffee table as I signed the bill, but gave the server his tip in
cash. Jenny and I ate quietly, but a few minutes later she asked,
“What do you think the police want?”
“Not
sure, but I don’t think they want to arrest me. If they did the
detective wouldn’t have phoned. He would have been here waiting
for me. He said he has some info on the case so I guess we’ll
find out in the morning.” Room service sounds romantic, but the
food is often cold by the time it’s delivered. Tonight it was
okay, but it was better than going out. We ate, showered together as
we did every night, and climbed into bed, Jenny, as always, on my
left side with her head on my chest. I lay back on the pillow and was
gone in seconds.

CHAPTER 12.
There were two men in
cheap suits standing in front of reception as we walked up.
“Detective Garcia,” I asked.
“Dr. Preston,
good of you to see us. This is my partner, Tim Rooney.” I shook
hands lefty and introduced Jenny. We walked together into the Plaza’s
food court where we were seated in a booth. Jenny and I ordered
breakfast and they ordered coffee even though I invited them to join
us.
“At these prices I’d be broke in less than a
week. What kind of work do you do, Dr. Preston?”
“Actually,
Det. Rooney; I’m officially retired although I did get an
assignment to write a short program last week. That’s what I
do; write computer programs. I wrote all the programs in the ‘Idiot’
series.”
“Those are really good. I used one to
learn Spanish.”
“Yeah, but you still speak with an
Irish accent. I can barely understand you.”
“What
would you know? You were born in Brooklyn; talk about an
accent!”
Jenny and I laughed. “I suspect life with
you two is never dull.”
“We have to make jokes
when we can,” Det. Garcia explained. “Sometimes our work
can be really morbid. Why don’t we get to business?” He
stopped for a moment to stir some real cream into his coffee. “Mmmm,
that’s good. Okay, we got the report from the vet on your dog.
I’m sure you know it came back clean. We learned that your
assailant was high on meth; methamphetamine. He’s still in
Bellevue in the prison ward and his arm is a mess. The doctors put
several screws in it, but they still think he’ll have trouble
for the rest of his life. Of course, the whole thing was entirely his
fault so I doubt that any of us have even a tiny bit of
sympathy.
“We’ve spoken to the DA in charge of the
case and he’ll go to the Grand Jury next week. There’s no
reason for you to attend or testify, but I can tell you that he’s
going for attempted murder in addition to assault with a deadly
weapon. There’ll be some other charges thrown in; there always
are. I have your cell number so I can contact you, if
necessary.”
“Do you think I’ll have to
testify? And Jenny?”
“It’s hard to say. It
might go to a plea bargain because he has no criminal record. This
guy had a great job on Wall Street so he has plenty of money; maybe
too much. I assume your suit was ruined. Any idea how much it cost?
We’ll ask the judge for you to be compensated for your
loss.”
“Actually, I do know. I had just bought
that suit from a tailor in Hong Kong. It cost me $3,000 and the shirt
was $250, both of them custom made for me. I’m more concerned
with Jenny’s dress. She tried to stop the bleeding and it was
covered with blood. I gave it to the hotel for cleaning so I expect
to get it back today. It was brand new, just bought that day. Do you
remember what you paid, Jen?”
“Yes, just over
$2,000 with tax, unfortunately. I loved that dress.”
“Well,
if it’s ruined we can see about getting a replacement. We can
go to the store and ask them to order one just like it.” Jenny
responded by leaning over to kiss my cheek. The detectives left a few
minutes later, but not before Det. Rooney said, “I wouldn’t
mind getting a dog like this for my family. Mind telling me what you
paid for her.”
“I think a shelter pet is more in
your future. Lady cost me $65,000.”
Garcia laughed like
hell as he slid out of the booth. “Tim, get a goldfish and I’ll
spring for a bowl.”
They shook hands with me and left, still
laughing.
“They seem like good guys, Doug.”
“Yeah,
they probably are, but I don’t envy them their jobs. They see
the worst of humanity every single day. We had a neighbor who was a
cop when I was growing up. His wife couldn’t stand the
uncertainty of his going to work and never knowing for sure if he was
coming home alive or in a box. She left him and took his three kids.
A few months later he took his own life. I can still remember the
sound of the shotgun in the middle of the night.” Jenny’s
eyes showed the shock she was experiencing.
We finished
breakfast and returned to the suite just in time to see the bellman
walking down the hall with her dress. Jenny took it out of the
plastic bag, but even I could see that they were unable to remove the
bloodstain completely. Jenny was almost in tears when I asked her for
the receipt. A minute later I was on the phone with the store. I
explained what had happened and, like everyone else in the city, the
manager had seen the report on the news. She said she would have to
contact the supplier, but would get back to me as soon as possible,
probably sometime this afternoon.
After ending the call I sat
in the easy chair and gazed out the window. “What would you
like to do this afternoon? I think we should do some sightseeing.
Most of the people who live here have never been to the top of the
Empire State Building or taken a cruise around Manhattan. There’s
also the American Museum of Natural History only a few blocks away or
the Central Park Zoo. It’s one of the world’s
best.”
“Let’s wait until the doctor has
examined you. I’m not taking any chances with your health.”
And then in what I was sure was her sternest voice, “And
neither are you. I’m planning on growing very old with you,
having lots of kids and even more grandkids. We’ll have other
opportunities to sightsee.” Then to show me how serious she was
she leaned down to kiss me.
It was almost eleven when the maid
knocked. Jenny answered the door and the maid said she would return
later. “No, come in, please; just take care of the bedroom and
bathroom today.” I rose and gave her a ten dollar tip. This was
a big suite and I always tipped the maid every day. I didn’t
think that ten bucks was too much when the suite was running me
$5,000 a night.
Jenny and I relaxed as we waited for the
doctor to arrive. Fortunately, he was a few minutes early. He handed
Jenny a card that gave his name as Henri St. Claire, M.D., Internal
Medicine, with a Park Avenue address. He explained that he was
technically retired, but kept his hand in by working when needed for
the hotel. Taking note of my sling he asked me to remove it so he
could examine the wound.
“Ah, I see the doctor inserted
a drain,” he said once he had peeled the bandage away from my
skin. “That was an excellent idea. These days these kids who
think they’re practicing medicine don’t take the time or
effort to do things right. It will take only a few minutes to remove
it.” Digging into his bag he removed several paper towels and
dropped a long thin flexible tube that he pulled from the wound into
them, dropping the mess into a waste basket. Then, using his nose, he
sniffed all around the stitches before nodding with
satisfaction.
“Had there been an infection there would
be an odor of mortification, of the decaying pus created by the body
fighting off the bacteria. That’s the biggest concern with a
knife wound. I’ll bandage it again for you and all you’ll
have to do is see your own physician in another week to remove the
stitches. Do you need any additional pain medication?”
“No,
I still have some and I prefer not to use them. They make me woozy
and I can’t stand it. What about this sling? Do I have to use
it?”
“I think you might wear it for another few
days until you get home again. The city is crowded and you could be
jostled.” I was dejected by that, but Jenny was elated. She was
going to take care of me even if it killed me. Dr. St. Claire was
with me about twenty minutes and left, telling me that his charges of
$250 would be added to my hotel bill. I thanked him as he strode out
the door.
“See; I told you to wear that sling.”
“I
give up; you win.” I was a bit dejected until Jenny carefully
replaced my arm into the sling then wrapped her hands around my head
and kissed me deeply. The kiss went on and on until she broke it,
asking if we could still make it to the zoo. I got my backpack from
the closet and put Lady’s bowl into it even though I knew there
were places for dogs to drink where we were going.
It was
still morning so I suggested we go up to the Bronx. “We have
plenty of time so why don’t we go to the Bronx Zoo. It’s
bigger and; I think; better than the one in Central Park.”
Jenny agreed, saying that she would defer to me since I had much more
experience here than she did.
Once out on the street we
crossed over Central Park South so Lady could take care of business
then we walked a few blocks east until we reached the subway station
for the 5 train. Using my credit card I bought a Metro Card with six
trips on it, paying for Lady even though I knew she would be entitled
to a free passage. The trip north took less than thirty minutes. We
walked up onto East Tremont Avenue very close to the Asia Gate of the
Bronx Zoo. I knew this area well; it was where my father had often
brought me years ago before I learned that he was a serial
cheater.
Jenny and I had a ball. She loved the zoo and many of
the children asked if they could pet Lady. The highlight of the day
came when we accidentally stumbled onto feeding time for the tigers.
The trainer dropped a huge slab of what I assumed was horsemeat into
an empty cage. It was on the left of three in a row. He lifted and
dropped a door that led outside from the center cage. About three
minutes later a tiger; a BIG tiger walked in and turned toward the
meat. Once he was in a door we hadn’t noticed before dropped
between the two cages, sealing that one away. Next the trainer
dropped another slab into the cage on the far right. The door outside
dropped a few more times and an even bigger tiger walked in, moving
immediately toward the meat. Soon that cage was isolated, leaving
only the center cage empty. The process was repeated, but everyone
present gasped when this tiger walked through the door. It looked to
be twice the size of the first.
“Excuse me, sir,”
I asked as I approached him while we exited. “Do you know how
much that tiger weighs? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a
cat that big before.”
“You’re probably
right. He’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen, too. He was
weighed a few months ago, 619 pounds. Did you know that the tiger is
the largest cat, followed by the lion and the jaguar third? They’re
all capable of being man eaters, but the tiger is the worst, by far.”
Jenny and I thanked him and went on our way, eager to see what was
next in line down the path.
We finished around five and left
through the same Asia Gate to the subway. Jenny was confused when we
walked onto the platform for the number 2 train. “Doug, didn’t
we take the 5 train this morning?”
“Yeah, we did,
but this one will bring us closer to our restaurant. We’re
going to the Carnegie Deli for dinner. I think you’ll like it.”
Walking up to the street level at 59th West meant that we were about
four blocks from the deli. Blocks in Manhattan were about three times
as long going east and west as they were going north and south. Even
at this hour with the sidewalks crowded with workers on their way
home, the trip only took us twenty minutes.
We were given a
table by the window. I ordered without even looking at the menu.
“We’ll split a Zorba and a hot pastrami sandwich, two
cream sodas, and can we get some water for my dog?”
The
waitress had just left when Jenny whispered, “Doug, splitting a
salad and a sandwich? Are you sure?”
I leaned across the
table to kiss her. “Trust me. You’ll have more than
enough to eat and we’ll definitely want to save room for
dessert.” I had just placed Lady’s bowl on the floor by
the edge of the table when the waitress returned with two tall
glasses filled with ice and the light amber cream soda along with two
with water that she told me were at room temperature. Those she
poured into Lady’s bowl. Lady looked to Jenny for permission to
drink, receiving it just as the waitress returned with a huge Greek
salad and two bowls.
I made an attempt to toss the salad and
spooned a healthy portion into Jenny’s bowl. There was still
some left
58 min
October 31 Homeless Jenny: Part 3
Homeless Jenny: Part 3
My
life changes dramatically. Wow, does it ever!
by Sénor
Longo. Listen to the
► Podcast at Connected.

We left the
airport at 12:43 and pulled up in front of the Plaza fifty-one
minutes later. The bell staff couldn’t get to our bags fast
enough. Ten minutes later we had registered and were shown into our
suite. It was exactly as requested; more than nine floors above the
street with views of Central Park just across the street. I locked
our few valuables in the safe and we removed our clothes to the
dresser and closet.
Once that was done we went down in the
elevator so we could get Lady into the park. I had brought a garden
trowel and a supply of plastic bags to dispose of her wastes. Her
bowls and a ten pound bag of Dog Chow would do for the next five
days. We crossed at the light and stepped into the park.
“So
this is Central Park. It’s beautiful and so big.”
“It
really is great, Jenny, but it’s a good place to stay away from
after dark. It can be dangerous, with groups of street punks looking
for an easy mark.”
“Is that why we brought
Lady?”
“It’s part of the reason. I’ll
buy you more than a hundred thousand dollars in jewelry. That alone
is reason to be careful. Of course, if we get robbed, just hand over
the cash and the jewels. They can be replaced; you can’t.”
Lady had sniffed around a few trees before squatting to do her
business. I was right behind her to clean up her mess which was
fortunate because a city cop was only twenty feet away on the
footpath. I knew the law in New York City was often ignored, but not
by me. I dropped the bag in a trash receptacle and we crossed the
street to the Plaza then turned left, walking about a block and a
half to Luke’s Lobster for their lobster roll and Cokes.
After
lunch we went back toward Fifth Avenue and turned south. A block
later we entered Harry Winston’s. The service here has always
been, well, let’s just call it “attentive.” A
fortyish woman greeted us. “I was told to ask for Martin,”
I said as I handed her one of my business cards from when I was C E O
of Software for Idiots, Inc. She retreated to the rear of the store,
returning less than two minutes later with the manager. My contact at
Vanguard had phoned him to discuss the transfer of funds. He was told
it had been done probably dozens of times and was one of their
preferred means of payment. There were no credit card charges and
payment was immediate. I asked to see an assortment of engagement
rings.
Jenny was offered a seat at a low glass counter as
Martin first measured her finger while an assistant brought out four
trays, each of which had at least twenty rings of various sizes and
designs. She looked at me then told me, “I don’t want to
spend too much.”
I grinned as I replied, “For you
there’s no such thing as too much. Find the one you love and
ignore the price. We’re here to spend money and I have more
than enough to buy out the entire store.” I leaned down to kiss
her. I could see her shock in her eyes. She knew I was rich, but I
was much richer than she thought. I’d explain everything to her
tonight.
Martin showed her maybe twenty different designs to
see what type of ring she wanted. Once that was decided there was the
question of size. Jenny was a tall woman, but slender even after
gaining weight over the past few months. Her fingers matched her
body; long and slender. Even though I could afford the biggest ring
in the store, a really big ring looked ridiculous on her finger. She
finally decided on a blue-white stone of two carats in a yellow gold
setting. I thought it was perfect.
“Okay, wedding rings
next. We were married yesterday.” This was easier; Jenny loved
the first one she was shown; a band that surrounded her solitaire on
all sides with a circular ring of smaller diamonds totaling three
carats. My matching ring was a simple band of gold with three small
matching diamonds. We put them on immediately. I could see the love
in Jenny’s eyes when she looked up at me, but I wasn’t
done yet.
“Earrings next; let’s see what you have.
I want to see some posts and some bangles; some gold and some with
gemstones.” Jenny bought ten sets of earrings, some with
diamonds and other gemstones and others in fourteen karat gold. I
loved the one-karat diamond studs. She wore them when we left the
store, but kept the ratty posts she had worn since the day we met.
“They were a gift from my father, my real father before he
died.” Martin had them cleaned and placed them in a Harry
Winston box along with our purchases.
I also bought her three
necklaces and three diamond and gold bracelets. They all looked
wonderful on Jenny. The final tally was more than $300,000. Martin
phoned Vanguard and gave them the agreed on code that I provided;
sixteen alphanumeric characters. The funds were transferred from my
account in a second and confirmed by their bank in less than a
minute. Martin offered a guard to accompany us to our room and we
gratefully accepted even though we had our own guard in Lady.
Jenny
took me to bed when we returned to the room, claiming that we needed
a “nap.” Some nap; I thought a nap meant sleep! Trust me;
we didn’t sleep, not even a little, but I never complained, not
even once. She rubbed that delectable body over mine, pushing her
nipples into my mouth as her hands sought my cock and ball sac.
Moving down, she kissed my head, ears, face, and finally; my mouth.
Her tongue teased me, darting in and out of my mouth as it wrestled
with mine.
She pulled back, but just long enough to tell me,
”I love you, Doug and I always will. You’re the best
thing that’s ever happened to me. I can’t imagine a
better man or a better husband.” Then, as if to prove her
point, she wrapped her hot tight canal around me and slowly eased
herself down my pole.
Making love with Jenny was never dull or
boring. She rode me today with an even stronger sense of
determination than ever. I looked down to see her clit grinding into
me. Her legs, stretched at 180 degrees, forced her nubbin from its
hood. It was engorged; red and swollen; in her ardor. Jenny’s
actions showed how much she wanted to cum and, of course, she was
having an incredible effect on me, too.
My hands on her hips
could feel the tiny tremors coursing through her body, growing in
intensity with every mutual thrust. After almost fifteen minutes her
motions became irregular, frenetic, and uncontrolled. She was
thrashing wildly when it finally hit. I was sure she was going to
scream as she often did when we were in our bed at home, but she
moved down to clamp her lips into mine at the last second. My mouth
swallowed her unfettered roar as well as her unfettered passion. Her
actions triggered my reaction. I came as hard as she did, lifting her
bodily with my thrusts five times until I collapsed onto the sheets,
Jenny’s body compressed onto mine.
We lay there for
several minutes recovering from the stresses we had put our bodies
through. I lightly ran my hands over her silken skin, absolutely
amazed that this wonderful creature actually loved me; that she had
so willingly agreed to be my bride and share my life.
Jenny
slowly raised her head and spoke, “Doug, do you remember when
you gave me that two million dollars?”
“Of course,
you needed that credit to help establish your identity and, if you
hadn’t married me you would have had to pay taxes on it. See
how lucky you are.” I couldn’t resist a brief
chuckle.
“Well, I’ve been thinking. I need to give
that back to you. Also, I think I should sign some kind of agreement
that I wouldn’t get any of your money if we ever divorced.”
I
looked up, an expression of shock on my face. “You’re
thinking of divorcing me?”
“Oh no, I’m so
sorry. I’m never going to do anything like that. I love you
more than I love my own life. I just don’t want you to think I
married you for your money. I survived when I was broke before and I
could do it again if I had to.”
“Thank you for
both offers, but my answers are ‘NO’ and ‘NO.’
I told you that I had more than a hundred million, but that was a
white lie. Well, maybe not a lie, but not the whole truth either.
When representatives of the brokerage firm approached me they first
offered me five hundred million. I learned a long time ago to never
accept a first offer. I told them I’d probably make that much
in my first two years if I sold the program for five hundred dollars
a pop. Overall, I planned on ten million sales internationally over a
five year span. After that they’d peter out to maybe 100,000 a
year.
Using those figures and what I knew about their
projected commissions I managed to bump them up to one point five
billion. That’s what I sold the company for. After taxes I
still had roughly 800 million. I’ll go over my investments with
you when we get home again. Keep the two million for pocket
money.”
“Two million? Pocket money? Damn Doug,
you’re incredible; no wonder I love you so much.” She
didn’t kiss me then, but she did snuggle up really closely to
my body then she laid her head on my chest and fell asleep. I
remained awake, but just barely, until it was time to shower and
dress for dinner.
“What should I wear?” I could
tell that Jenny was nervous so I kissed her before replying.
“I’m
wearing my navy blue golf shirt; the one with the thin white
horizontal stripes and my tan microfiber slacks with my cordovan
loafers; what they call smart casual dress. Of course, nobody will
even notice me, not with you there.” She decided on a teal silk
top that buttoned all the way to her neck, but was sleeveless, with
tan linen slacks and matching flats. She added her diamond pendant.
It was simple, but elegant. We took Lady down with us in the elevator
and across to the park where she urinated onto the lawn. Then we
crossed Central Park South and strolled down Fifth Avenue before
turning right onto 58th Street West. From there it was a short walk
down the block to Quality Meats.
I’d eaten there before
and the food was great although expensive, but we were in Manhattan
where everything was expensive. A simple room at the Plaza would set
you back more than $500 a night. We walked in just in time for the
reservation the concierge had made for us. Not a single comment was
made about my service dog. After ordering drinks we agreed on the
shrimp cocktail and tomato salads before ordering the porterhouse for
two, medium rare. For sides we had the roasted crispy potatoes and
grilled mushrooms. I was stuffed by the time we finished, but Jenny
wanted to try the warm apple tart. Where did this woman put all this
food?
We walked back to the Plaza, Jenny taking my arm. We
were approached by a panhandler about halfway back. Lady was
automatically on alert, but he passed us by with a “thanks”
when I slipped him a twenty. He’d probably drink himself into a
stupor, but I’d demonstrated my kindness. Maybe it would even
help, maybe.
Jenny and I flopped into the big bed, naked as
always. “We need to go to sleep, my darling. You have another
big day ahead of you.”
“Me? What about you,
Doug?”
“I have an important meeting to attend.
Remember the phone call I made on the plane? I’ll be tied up
for a few hours, but I’m sending you shopping; clothes this
time.”
“But, I have no idea where to go.”
“I
know so I’ve arranged a little surprise for you. You can take
Lady with you. Just trust me. You’re going to have a wonderful
time.” I kissed her again as we pulled the blanket over us. She
made herself comfortable, her head on my chest and her leg over my
thigh. I whispered, “Good night, my love,” but Jenny was
already asleep.

CHAPTER 8.
We were up early, as
usual, and dressed; me in a suit and tie, Jenny in casual clothes. We
walked Lady over to the park and returned to the Plaza for breakfast.
It was 9:45 when we left the restaurant and walked to the concierge.
There was a woman waiting there for us. “Margo,” I
asked.
“Yes, you must be Doug and this is obviously
Jenny. I’m pleased to meet you.”
“Jenny,
Margo is a professional shopper. She will accompany you and help you
select appropriate clothes. Just remember, Margo, that we live in
North Carolina where their idea of formal is wearing socks with your
sneakers.”
“What’s my limit?”
“Please
don’t go over fifty thousand without letting me know. That’s
the limit on Jenny’s card.” I reached into my pocket,
retrieving a platinum Master Card with Jenny’s name on it and
an envelope for Margo’s services. Jenny signed the card then
turned to kiss me. “You’ll have a limo for the day. Have
fun. Think of me often.” I kissed Jenny again, petted Lady and
watched as they strode to the door. I could just hear Margo telling
Jenny that she had a perfect body for clothes. “I’ll bet
you’re a perfect size six,” was the last thing I heard. I
watched them enter the limo as the doorman summoned a cab. I was on
my way to Wall Street.
I was offered coffee in the executive
conference room, but I declined. It wasn’t that I didn’t
trust these crooks, but I had no reason to either. They wanted
something that only I could provide and for that they’d pay.
Everyone rose when the C E O strode confidently into the room;
everyone except me. I actually reclined in my chair until I was
almost horizontal. “Dr. Preston, I’m William Chambers,
the C E O, how are you this morning?”
A tall reedy man
with hollow cheeks followed and spoke before I had the chance to
reply. “Morning, I’m Erik Stoehl, Executive Vice
President for Technology.”
“I’m okay, but
truthfully I’d rather be with my wife. What’s on your
mind?”
“We have your program on our network. What
is the maximum number of users the program can possibly handle at the
same time? Do you know?”
“When I designed the
program I envisioned it for a single user; one program, one user. I
can understand why you’d want it on your network where you’d
have complete control over it; where it could never be stolen or
misused. How many users will depend on your servers plus what I
program it to accept. How many users do you want?”
“Can
it handle 20,000?”
“It can, but it would be slow
as shit flowing uphill. You’d be better off with ten or twenty
programs running simultaneously. I could rig them to work together,
to ‘cooperate’ for lack of a better term.”
“Couldn’t
we do that? We have programmers on staff, you know.”
“Knock
yourselves out,” I said, getting to my feet. “Give me a
call when they’ve completely fucked it up then I’ll be
able to charge you ten times as much.”
“What will
you charge us for this?”
“Not much, only fifty
million.”
“That’s absurd,
ridiculous.”
“Fine, but you need to check our
contract before anyone touches it.”
“Why?”
“You
have a license to use, not permission to make any changes. I still
own the copyright. The program will log any attempts to change it and
forward them to my email. They’ll make great evidence for the
lawsuit which will cost you billions. Worse, it will let the cat out
of the bag. Everyone will know how you managed to average returns of
three percent over the past year when everyone else was lucky to
break even. Then you’ll have other programmers working their
asses off for your competitors and every night before they go to bed
they’ll be on their knees praying to God to thank me for the
millions they’ll be making. Meanwhile, you’ll be stuck in
litigation and; the worst possible scenario; the program will shut
itself off and your programmers will only make things worse because
it will, about two weeks later, erase itself from your servers.
“You
paid me 1.5 billion for this program. How much have you made over the
past year using it? How many clients have you, um, acquired, from
your competitors because you’ve been able to put together the
best results in the industry? You didn’t pay me all that money
because I’m an idiot. I’ll gladly do the work for you
once I’m back in North Carolina.”
“Don’t
you have to be here to do it? Our servers are here in this
building.”
I couldn’t resist smirking as I pulled
my laptop from my case. My fingers moved at the speed of light as I
successfully hacked into their system. The C E O blanched when I
turned the screen to him. “Your security is fairly typical.
Luckily, my program has three multi-level firewalls that will keep
even the most talented hackers out. But, since I wrote them, I can
get in whenever I want. I’m here with my new bride and I’d
like some quality time with her. I’ll start on it Tuesday
afternoon. It will take you longer than that to get the contract
together and for my attorney to review it. I anticipate a month or
less. Any questions?”
“How the hell did we wind up
doing business with someone like you?”
“You came
to my house, remember? You bought my business. I didn’t ask you
to; you practically insisted, but I’m not angry. If not for you
I would never have met my wife. Incidentally, you made more than
fifteen billion using the program last year and you’ll make so
much next year you’ll think the fifty million you’re
going to pay me is chicken feed.”
“I’m Fred
Hutchinson, the chief programmer here. May I ask how you plan to
accomplish this?” In contrast to his boss Fred was short and
squat, a bad combination at best, made all the worse by his almost
totally bald head.
“Yes you may.”
“But?
How are you going to do it?”
“Oh, I thought you
were asking if you could ask how I was going to do it. You certainly
can ask, but I’m not going to answer. Even if you knew how you
still couldn’t because of the safeguards I’ve build into
the program. You’d have to enter the security code the first
time and the chances of doing that correctly are roughly one in ten
to the eighteenth power. That’s one in a billion billion and
since there’s no identifiable place to enter it you’d
have to guess. It’s an impossible task. I did this to protect
both of us; to protect my proprietary rights and to protect you from
unauthorized entry to the code. Even I can’t remember the
password so I have it programmed into my server at home where it’s
interwoven into thousands of lines of code in dozens of programs.
I’ll write the patch at home, enter the program, upload all of
the other programs as well as the coordinating software and then
watch as you test it. I don’t foresee any problems, but one
never knows.” They didn’t like the scenario, but what
could they do? I’d much prefer to spend all my time with Jenny
and they would have to pay for my inconvenience.
Their
attorney met with me for another three hours to hammer out the
details. By working through lunch we were finished by 2:30 and I
caught a cab back to the Plaza. I changed my clothes and went down to
the lobby to wait for my bride.
She made an entrance that
would have made a Hollywood star jealous. In she walked with her
service dog and three bellmen, each of which was carrying about a
dozen large shopping bags. I rose as Jenny ran into my arms. “I
take it you had a good time.”
“Good? Oh Doug, it
was marvelous. We began at Macy’s. That store is so big! Then
we went to Bergdorf-Goodman. What clothes they had! We stopped for
lunch and then we went to some fancy boutiques. That’s where I
got this purse. Like it?” I did; it was very stylish and looked
great on Jenny’s shoulder.
“Did you hear Margo
tell me she thought I was a perfect size six? She was right.
Everything I tried on fit me perfectly. I
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Soon enough we were driving south on
US-17, the main road through virtually every town between here and
Charleston. Five minutes later I pulled into the big parking lot at
the PGA Superstore. Golfsmith was right across the street. “How
do you know which one to go to,” Jenny asked.
“It
really doesn’t matter that much. Their prices are virtually
identical, but here they’ll fit the clubs to you. That’s
important. I’ll explain that you’re a novice so the
salesman will spend like forever with us. You’ll see.” I
took her hand and led her into the big store. The one difference
between the two stores was that this one also sold clothing and
equipment for tennis. I had no interest in that. Sometimes I could
barely hit a stationary golf ball.
Once inside I led Jenny to
the area where she would be able to try various clubs. I wasn’t
at all surprised that we were intercepted halfway there by one of the
salesmen. These guys must work on commission. They were even more
attentive; always had been; than even the car salespeople.
“Yes,
you can help us. I want a set of clubs for my friend here. She’s
a total novice.”
“Then I assume you’ll want
an inexpensive set of clubs.”
“On the contrary, I
believe that one should always have the very best equipment. Let’s
see what you have then I’m sure she’ll want to try them
out.” He smiled and led us to the back of the store where the
ladies’ clubs could be found. They had a good selection from
TaylorMade, Nike, Adams, and Callaway; all top brands. He showed
Jenny how to hold the clubs using several types of grips. I always
used an interlocking grip so that’s what I suggested to
Jenny.
Apparently, the salesman agreed. “It’s the
most popular and I find it helps control the club more effectively.
He helped Jenny select a glove and we proceeded to the practice area.
“These shafts will seem light to you. Don’t let that fool
you. They’re graphite and they’re extremely strong. I’ve
never even come close to breaking one of mine so you don’t have
to worry about that. Now, here’s some advice; golf is a game of
contradictions.” Jenny replied with a puzzled look. I’d
heard all of this before. “Believe it or not, to get the ball
into the air you have to hit down on it. It’s called trapping
the ball; squeezing it between the club and the ground or, in this
case, the mat. Next, if you want the ball to go far, swing easy.
Swinging hard, or over-swinging, just gets your body out of rhythm.
Only bad things will happen then like hooking or slicing and your
distance will suffer, too. Just relax and swing in an arc. Ever play
softball?”
“Yes, I played on our high school
varsity four years.”
“That should help you; it’s
basically the same swing except now the ball is smaller, on the
ground, and not moving.” Jenny tried a few practice swings
before actually addressing a ball. Her first few swings were weak,
but then she seemed to get the hang of it. All told she hit five
shots with each club before going back to the TaylorMade
Aeroburner’s.
“I like the way this one feels,
Doug. Is that okay?”
“It’s more than okay;
it’s exactly right.” She tried several drivers and some
fairway woods. Why they’re still called “woods”
when they’re made of metal has always astounded me. Anyway,
Jenny liked the TaylorMade there, too. Once we had the clubs we
walked over to get a couple of bags.
“Why do I need more
than one?”
“You’ll need a cart bag for when
we play. It’ll help you organize the clubs and it’s big
enough to hold extra gloves, raingear, plenty of balls, tees, and
first aid supplies in case you get a blister or a cut. It’ll
also have a compartment that’s insulated to keep cold water or
Gator Aid. On the downside, cart bags are heavy so when we go to the
range to practice you’ll want something lighter and easier to
carry. I also use mine when I travel. She selected one in pink and
the second in purple. They were both excellent bags so I was
satisfied. I handed them to the salesman, telling him to meet us in
shoes.
“Shoes?”
“Yeah, you can play
in your sneakers, but they’re not waterproof like golf shoes
and you can slip quite easily. Golf shoes have cleats.” She
tried several, picking a pair that was more like sneakers than shoes.
We bought two. Next: putters. I explained and Jenny tried a few on
their putting green. After almost an hour she picked an Odyssey Works
Superstroke; a good choice in my opinion. We spent another hour on
clothes before buying three dozen balls and several ball markers,
towels, and other assorted tools. My bill came to $3,427.16, not too
bad all things considered.
On the drive home I told Jenny that
I’d be away for the weekend. “I think it would be good if
you came with me.”
“Where are we going?”
“Santee,
South Carolina.”
“Where on earth is that?”
“I-95
runs right through the middle of it. That’s how we’re
getting there. I’m getting a dog.”
“Why
can’t you get one here?”
“I could, but this
will be a special dog. Before you came to live with me I was there
alone every day and night except for when May was there cleaning. I
had a team of burglars break in early one morning about two months
ago. The alarm went off and I grabbed my pistol. It’s a smart
gun that requires my thumbprint to be fired. I shot one of them when
he tried to knife me and the other ran. The guy lived, but he’ll
be paralyzed for the rest of his life; the bullet went through his
lung and severed his spinal cord. For a while I thought I might go to
jail, but the DA decided not to prosecute. The one I shot had a long
record of burglary and even armed robbery and the fact that he did
cut my arm made the case one of self-defense.
“I thought
at the time that I might need a guard dog. Dogs are notoriously light
sleepers and they have sensational hearing. I think a barking dog
would probably scare most burglars away, besides you could always
call the dog back. You can’t do that with a bullet. I’d
like to have you with me so the dog will know you. We can take our
clubs and practice. Then when we come home I’ll arrange some
lessons for you.” Jenny leaned forward and kissed me. It had
been a wonderful morning.
We stopped at the Farmstead Golf
Links where I was a member and walked together into the clubhouse
where I picked up a ticket for three bags of balls. For some reason
this course puts their range balls into these neat nylon mesh bags
which disappear at an alarming rate according to the head pro who is
a friend. We redeemed our voucher for the balls at the bag drop and
walked together to the range about 75 yards away. We were almost
there when Jenny told me, “I can see what you mean about these
wind shirts. It’s breezy here, but I’m warm; much warmer
than I thought I would be.” I showed her what most people
thought was the best way to practice; starting with a wedge and
moving up to the longer clubs. She did as I suggested and before long
she was striking the ball as though she’d been playing for
years. She was a natural; I wasn’t. I could hit most shots
fairly well, but every now and then, . Well, let me put it this way;
golf is only one of the four-letter words I’ve been known to
use often on the course.
After the range we walked to the
putting green. It was mid-afternoon and it was deserted. I gave her
three balls and told her to have fun. Fifteen minutes later I was
just about to stroke a twenty-footer when I heard her shout, “YEAH!”
She continued when I looked up. “That must have been forty
feet, maybe even longer.” I left my ball to give Jenny a
knuckle bump, but she jumped up to wrap her arms around my neck and
pressed her lips into mine. “I’m having such fun. It’s
hard to believe that less than a week ago, .”
I stopped
her there. “Let’s not talk about the past. It’s no
longer important. Only your future matters now.” Leaning down,
I kissed her again, but only a short one. “Back to work,”
I told her as I patted her ass. It looked as good in her jeans as it
did naked in my bed. We stayed until the weather turned cool then
returned to my car to stow the clubs in the trunk. A minute later we
were on our way back home.
Once there I showed Jenny how to
clean her clubs. “I’m sure you’ve never watched
golf on TV, but if you had you’d see that the caddie cleans the
club after every shot. I play with some guys who never clean their
clubs. It’s important to keep these little grooves clean. They
grip and spin the ball. You’ll learn more about that when you
take a few lessons. I think you’ll do really well. You seem to
have a knack for the game. Next week we’ll get you out onto the
course.”
“I had a lot of fun today, Doug. Thank
you so much. Running into you was the best thing that’s ever
happened to me.” What could I say? Absolutely nothing; she
kissed me then, ramming her tongue down my throat. Man, could she
kiss!
Anyway, I washed the clubs in my laundry tub and she
dried them, returning them to their bags. We were done in about
twenty minutes then I surprised her by removing her golf shoes and
washing them. I finished by washing mine then we carried all her
clothes into the house. I dropped them onto the bed and went to one
of the spare bedrooms for some extra hangers. We showered quickly; no
fooling around; and went back to the car to go out for dinner. We
were both hungry, not having eaten since breakfast.
I debated
driving all the way back to Myrtle Beach, but I had promised Jenny
we’d go to Original Benjamin’s and I liked to think of
myself as a man of my word. At one time I would have been forced to
drive down Route 17 past light after light, probably being lucky to
average 30 miles per hour. About five years ago a bypass was created;
SC-31, the Carolina Bays Parkway; where the speed limit was 65, but
the average speed was closer to 75. That was where I headed now.
Thirty minutes later I pulled into the restaurant’s huge
parking lot.
We were greeted by a “pirate” who
gave us some cheap plastic bead necklaces. Just inside the door Jenny
marveled at the model of the Queen Elizabeth. It must be thirty feet
long and the detail is incredible. I gave my name to the hostess and
we moved into the bar to wait until we were called. It was January;
the middle of winter; and we still had to wait. Jenny looked at the
sticker I’d been given. It was on my shirt. “Yellowfin
Tuna?”
“Yeah, that’s how they’ll call
us when they have table for us. It’s easier than calling a
bunch of names they’ve never heard before. Margarita?”
“Yes,
please.” I ordered and a few minutes later our drinks were
placed on the bar in front of us. I dropped a twenty on the bar,
leaving the change as a tip. Jenny and I chatted while we drank. She
was really excited about our day. She had just asked me a question
about golf when we were called. After reporting to the cashier we
were led to our table, but not before our guide picked up a basket of
hush puppies. Jenny and I sat and ate a few before going up to the
buffet. I always ate the same things; cold boiled peel-and-eat shrimp
on my first trip, crab-stuffed mushrooms, fried shrimp and fried
scallops along with an ear of corn on my second, and several pounds
of crab legs on the rest, usually eating until I could barely walk.
Jenny went for salad and soup to begin, commenting as I fed her a
large shrimp with cocktail sauce how good the vegetable beef soup
was.
I realized then that I hadn’t thought to buy Jenny
either a wallet or purse. She’d had no need on the road, but
now they’d be essentials. Oh well, tomorrow was another day. I
followed my usual routine, finishing after having eaten nine clusters
of crab legs. Jenny wasn’t that far behind me, having eaten
six.
We were back in the car when Jenny next spoke. “I
don’t think I’ve ever eaten so much. I couldn’t
believe how good the food was. Doug, I have to thank you for the best
day of my life.” I sat there silent, unbelieving that such an
ordinary day had been her best.
Finally, after almost a
minute, I responded, “I’m truly sorry, Jenny. I keep
forgetting how miserable your life has been, but I want you to know
that I had a wonderful time, too. I think running into you was just
as lucky for me as it was for you. You have so much energy and so
much curiosity that I get a big kick out of watching you as you
experience things for the first time.” I reached across the
console to take her hand in mine. I knew she was grateful as hell,
but how far did her feelings for me really go? I wasn’t ready
then to tell her how I really felt. I knew I could easily fall in
love with her, but would she feel the same about me? Only time would
tell.

CHAPTER 5.
We’d left the restaurant at
8:45 and the sky had become cloudy and overcast so the night was
black as pitch when we passed through Calabash around ten after nine.
The road forms a big “S” with a right turn that takes it
down near the I C W and a left that runs roughly parallel to the
waterway. We were about a mile from the house when I first noticed
the bright blue, red, and white blinking lights in the distance. As
we approached we realized the lights were coming from my
driveway.
Sunset Beach has its own police force, but the
majority of law enforcement is still done by the sheriff and his
deputies. There was one car from each agency in the driveway as I
parked on the front lawn. Of course, I was challenged by one of the
town officers until I identified myself as the owner of the house.
“What happened?”
“We got an alert from the
alarm company. Your sliding glass door was forced open. Looks like
they got some of your stuff. I’d like you to check and tell us
what.”
“Doug, do you think they stole your
computers?”
“No, they’re locked in place and
the password is fourteen symbols long so I doubt they were able to
gain access to my files.” We walked in to find a lot of
vandalism; torn cushions from my almost new leather couch, marker on
the walls, beer missing from the fridge. They’d also gotten my
I-pad and a laptop I used for email or writing if I wanted to watch
TV. There was nothing of value on the hard drive. I wasn’t
foolish enough to put my billion dollar investment program on
something so easily lost or stolen. However, that didn’t mean I
didn’t have a nasty surprise for the thieves.
“We
know this was done by kids. Real burglars don’t destroy
furniture or write on the walls. We believe their MO is to knock on
doors. If someone answers they ask for someone who obviously doesn’t
live there. If nobody answers they break in and steal what they can.
I sure would like to catch these bastards.”
“Then
come with us to my office and I’ll show you where they are.”
He looked to be confused, but he did follow Jenny and me into the
room. “I’m a PhD. in computer engineering so I’ve
taken my laptop and I-pad and made a few changes to how they operate.
There’s a password, but no special password screen so if you
don’t know about it you’ll open the computer, but also
activate a GPS chip that I installed. I can pull up a map showing
their location in seconds. Hold on a sec, .” I activated the
GPS tracker using the icon on my desktop. Initially, there were two
dots; one red for the laptop and one green for the I-pad, but a
minute later I had the latitude and longitude down to the nearest
second. A map appeared when I pressed F12 and I was able to zoom in
all the way to the address.
“Once they turn these on the GPS
will continue independently whether the unit is on or off. Okay, 3746
Duncan Street. That’s just up the road on the left past that
big pond with the observation deck.”
“We’re
on the way. I’m sure we can get a full search warrant based on
what we have. With our new technology the judge’s staff can
send it to my vehicle and I can print it out right there. How’s
that for service? Will you be home tomorrow morning? I’d like
to send one of the day deputies over to fill you in. If we’re
lucky we’ll find some of the other stuff they’ve taken,
too.” We shook hands and they were gone less than a minute
later.
“What’re we going to do about this mess? I
can’t believe they were so destructive, Doug.”
“I’ll
contact my insurance company first thing tomorrow morning. Well,
maybe not the first thing, but early then I’ll call the
painters and finally, the furniture company to get a replacement for
the couch. Then I’ll need a fence company and I’ll have
to postpone our meeting with the dog trainer. I probably should have
taken more precautions, but as the saying goes; there’s no
sense crying over spilt milk. I’m sure to get my laptop and
I-pad back, but it will take time, unfortunately. Why don’t we
just go to bed?”
“Good idea; I’m too stuffed
to even think about dealing with this now.” She held out her
hand and I took it as we walked together to the bedroom. We stripped
and showered, but no sex tonight. I went to sleep quickly with a
promise of a great blowjob in the morning.
I got it, too;
first thing, exactly as promised and well worth waiting for. Jenny
sucked me dry, leaving me exhausted again at 6:30. We rested together
and rose at seven. I fixed a breakfast of bacon and French toast for
the two of us. I would have preferred for us to be naked, but I half
expected a visit from the law and I knew May would be here around
nine, thus, my sweatshirt and jeans while Jenny wore a sweater and
Capri’s.
We ate in the kitchen, looking out toward the
marsh and waterway, a dozen slices of hot egg-soaked bread, a pound
of crisp bacon, butter, and genuine Vermont maple syrup. I ate
quietly, but Jenny was ecstatic. “Damn, Doug; this is the best
breakfast I’ve ever had.”
“Thanks for the
compliment, even if it isn’t true. I’m sure your mother
must have done something right in the kitchen, even if only
once.”
“My mother never made breakfast. She’s
the reason why I can’t stomach cold cereal. I must have had
frosted flakes a thousand days in a row then I had shredded wheat for
the next thousand, besides don’t you know to never refuse a
compliment?”
“I do now so why don’t we
finish up so I can get to work?” We dug in, eating like we had
last night. We tackled the dishes together and Jenny volunteered to
make the bed while I got busy on the phone. My first call was to my
insurance agent. He told me he would get the crime report from the
sheriff’s office. Next I rang Sunset Painting. They were two
brothers from New Jersey; Al and Joe. They were good workers and
always showed up on time. Ten minutes later we had an appointment for
Saturday morning. I had just ended the call when May and Le’andra
walked in ready to work.
“My lord, Mistuh Doug; what on
earth happened heah?”
“Burglary and vandalism,
last night. Just work around it until the adjuster shows up. He
should be here by one. Jenny and I will handle it if you’re
gone by the time he comes. Okay? Good, now I have to make a few more
calls so, please excuse me.” I returned to the office while
they got to work.
My call went to a major furniture store in
High Point, out in the western half of North Carolina. Lots of people
think of it as the furniture capital of the world and they’re
probably right. I spoke to a salesperson, giving her the invoice
number from my order. She found it in her computer and told me I
could have the order duplicated in ten days. They even had my credit
card on file.
I was about to place another call when my phone
rang. It was a sheriff’s deputy. I made an a
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CHAPTER
1.
It was the sign I saw first. “HOMELESS,” it
said; just some marker on a torn sheet of cardboard about three feet
high and less than two wide. “Anything will help. Please!”
I looked around at the modern shopping center and the hundreds of
mostly new cars and wondered not for the first time how something
like this could happen. Then I wondered what would happen tonight
when the temperature was supposed to go down to 23; nine degrees
below freezing. By this time I had driven my Honda Accord past the
unfortunate guy and was on the way to the highway.
I’m
no softy. I grew up just outside New York City and I’ve seen
beggars aplenty; both in the city and on gambling junkets down in
Atlantic City, where the boardwalk is infested with them. In the past
I’d just driven or walked on, ignoring and not even making eye
contact, but something about this bothered me. I’d taken early
retirement; really early, and moved to “warmer climes,”
as the saying goes. I lived now north of Myrtle Beach, South Carolina
where everyone seemed to have plenty of money; money for golf,
restaurants, shows and clubs in addition to the necessities of life;
yet there were still some with no food and no shelter, and worse; no
hope. Here, where there were so many with so much, there was still
someone who could freeze to death in a matter of hours.
Instead
of the highway I turned into Home Depot to swing around in a circle
that would bring me back to the desolate soul leaning there against
the stop sign. Parking my car nearby in the huge lot I walked up to
the beggar. “I’d give you some money, buddy, but what
guarantee do I have that you won’t spend it on cheap booze or
snort it up your nose?”
“You have my word,
Mister.” I was taken aback by the voice. I had expected it to
be gruff; matching the rough clothes and heavy boots, but it wasn’t.
Then, taking a really close look, I saw this beggars face was clean
shaven; okay, not shaven, but hairless. Hidden under the knit cap and
heavy sweatshirt and jeans was, I was sure, a woman.
Reaching
out, I lifted the beggar to his/her feet and pulled the cap from its
head. Several cars had driven past when her auburn hair fell around
her dirty face. “I don’t believe it. You’re a
girl!”
“Nobody’s called me a girl in years.
I’m a woman and what’s not to believe?”
“Mind
telling me how old you are? And what the hell are you doing
here?”
“Why is it your business?”
“You’re
sitting here begging for money and I have some, but I’m not
turning any over to you until I get some answers.” I’d
noticed that the sun was setting and in the few minutes I’d
been here the temperature had dropped ten degrees. I was getting cold
and I was dressed in heavier clothes than she was. “Why don’t
we continue this conversation in my car where it’s a lot
warmer?”
“So you can rape me? I don’t think
so.”
“You know, for a beggar you’re awfully
particular. I’m trying to help you and all I get is lip. I have
half a mind to put you over my knee.”
She appeared
shocked at my words, but slowly followed my lead as I walked to my
car. I held the door for her then walked around to the driver’s
seat. “So, why don’t you tell me your story? How on earth
did you wind up here?”
“I think I’d rather
hear your story before I share mine. How do I know I can trust
you?”
I was tempted to laugh, but I didn’t.
Actually, the more I thought the more I considered it a good idea.
“Okay, that’s fair enough, my name is Douglas Robert
Preston, Doug. I’m 34 and I’m officially retired.”
“At
34?”
“Yeah. Ever hear of the computer learning
programs, ’S A T for Idiots’ or ‘A S V A B for
Idiots’ or ‘Spanish for Idiots’? I wrote that
entire series; all twenty-three of them, and I made a real good
living, especially since there were only three people in my company.
I wrote code in my home office while my secretary and bookkeeper kept
track of orders in my dining room. It was great; no commuting, no
arguing with partners, and since I had no actual physical product, no
production or mailing or returns costs. My customers downloaded every
program and my overhead was almost nothing, less than a hundred and
twenty thousand a year. Virtually all of that was for my employees’
salaries and our insurance premiums.
“I was clearing
close to a million dollars a year after taxes and then I got a
brilliant idea; ‘Investments for Idiots.’ There are
plenty of computer programs for every subject under the sun, but the
investment field is like a deep dark jungle. I often think that the
so-called experts make it that way so they can justify the billions
they make at the public’s expense. My instructional programs
analyzed a person’s errors and created new remedial lessons.
The investment program works much the same way in that it asks
questions just like the other programs, but it takes the data you put
in on a stock, bond, or mutual fund and actually analyzes the
information using daily info it picks up from the internet then it
tells you what to do. It can even analyze stocks and bonds at random
and make recommendations or do the whole buying and selling process
automatically. To test it I used it every day for almost two years
and it never made even a single mistake. I made millions; returning
more than twenty percent in a market that was static at best, so much
that the SEC came knocking at my door, thinking I had some inside
information. Unfortunately, their “secure investigation”
leaked like a sieve.
“I can’t tell you the name of
the company, but when they learned about my program they figured
their gravy train would be toast. Why pay some jerk five percent
commission year after year when you could buy all of his expertise
and more for a few hundred dollars? A few days later I answered my
door and they were there with a bunch of lawyers wanting to buy me
out. Their offer was too good to ignore. I sold the entire company
and the rights to all of my programs. Even after taxes I still had
more than I could spend in a lifetime. They agreed to hire my two
employees for a minimum of five years at the same salary and benefits
and I walked away with more than a hundred million, how much more
will have to be my secret for the time being.”
“What?
You made a hundred million and you’re driving an effing
Honda?”
“Why not? A car is just a way to get from
point A to point B. A Honda does that as well as a Mercedes and it’s
a lot cheaper to maintain. This car has almost everything a Mercedes
or BMW would have at less than half the price. What’s not to
like? Anyway, I moved south to get away from the snow and here I am.
Now you know my story; what’s yours?”
She looked
down and took a deep breath. “My name is Jessica Fuller,
Jessie. I’m twenty-three and I’ve been on my own since I
was seventeen. I ran away from home because my step-father was raping
me several times a week.”
“Couldn’t you have
gone to the police?”
She laughed. “That rat
bastard was the county sheriff. He had me watched like a hawk, told
everyone it was for my protection because he claimed I was out of
control. I was an honor roll student back in high school. How out of
control could I have been? I had just graduated when he and my mother
went on a cruise, leaving me home alone. One of the deputies was
supposed to look in on me, but one night I bolted right after he
left. I took my mother’s car and drove it down to the train
station thinking that might throw them off the track then I grabbed
my backpack and hiked five miles out to the interstate where I
hitched a ride.
“I’m no fool. I knew I’d
have to come across as payment for a lot of the rides either with a
blow job or fucking. It was worth any price to get away from that
asshole. My mother was no better. I tried to tell her what was
happening and she called me a liar then she hit me and accused me of
trying to steal her man. What the fuck? Why the hell would I want a
fifty year-old man with a gut like Santa Claus?
“I
figured that if I just kept on traveling I’d be able to keep
myself away from them. That’s what I’ve been doing for
the past five years; hitching rides and staying alive. I can’t
tell you how many men I’ve fucked in that time, but I’m
away from him. Every now and then I call a friend and she gives me
the low-down on everything since my last call. Seems the mighty
sheriff has had his hand in the till and the state cops are all over
him. With luck he might get himself arrested. My last big ride was
with a long-haul trucker; a nice guy who didn’t even try to get
his way with me. He fed me and let me sleep in his cab for three
days, but he reached the end of the line out in Lumberton, you know,
up in North Carolina. I got a ride here from a Canadian couple day
before yesterday. That’s my story. Not much, is it?”
“I
don’t know. Seems you’re a survivor. I think a lot of
people would have given up by now. Ever think of settling in one
place and getting a job?”
“My step-father would be
all over me as soon as my employer listed my social security number
and I got a paycheck. I’m free of him, but I’m fucked
job-wise.”
I sat silently for a few minutes before
speaking. “You’d better buckle up. Driving in parking
lots can be dangerous.”
“Where are we
going?”
“Walmart, I can’t take you to dinner
looking like that. You’ll need some new clothes and let me see
your head for a second. Hmmm, you have head lice. Not too surprising
considering how you’ve been living. We’ll have to get
something to treat it.”
“Why are you doing this?
You don’t know me.”
“Neither have any of the
men who’ve picked you up since you’ve been on the road.
Let’s just say for now that I don’t want to read that
you’ve frozen to death when I pick up tomorrow’s paper.”
I started the car and drove maybe a quarter mile, parking only a few
slots from Walmart’s entrance. I sent her in to the women’s
clothing department with instructions to get at least three sets of
everything; more for underwear, bras, and socks. “See about
some sneakers and maybe some shoes. If there’s nothing you like
there’s a shoe store right down the lot, maybe a hundred yards.
I’m off to the pharmacy to get something for your hair. I think
I’ll get you some regular shampoo and conditioner, too.”
I pushed a cart in her direction then took one of my own. She turned
left and I turned right when we were in the huge store.
I had
to wait on line to speak with a pharmacist, but that was hardly a
surprise. It was Walmart, after all. I explained briefly about the
problem and she recommended a product on the shelves, telling me that
a fine-toothed comb was included. After listening to her instructions
closely I picked up a bottle of the shampoo then went looking for
some other “necessities.” Shampoo and conditioner were
first then a toothbrush and some mild soap for her face. I already
had plenty of deodorant soap. I picked up some razors and shaving
cream and some anti-perspirant. Then I walked into foreign territory;
feminine hygiene products. I had no idea what she used so I got one
of each figuring that we could just leave the others at the cashier.
Thinking that I had everything I walked away, but turned back when I
realized she would need a comb and brush, at least.
I found
her in the women’s department with three pairs of Levi’s,
two pairs of Capri’s, four tops, and a sweater. “I hope
it’s not too much.”
“No, if anything it’s
not enough, but it’ll be enough for now. How about some
underwear and socks Then we can throw your old stuff into the trash.
I don’t see any jackets here. Take a look at what I have and we
can pick up the rest of the clothes.” She looked at all the
feminine products and laughed. “Well, I assume you have your
period. You’re too young for menopause and I had no idea what
you used.”
“Most of the time it was whatever rag I
could find. Thanks.” She picked up a box of tampons and put
them in her cart then I added everything not a feminine product and
abandoned my cart. A few minutes later we had bras; 34B’s, and
panties and socks. Amazingly, we found a cashier line with only one
person ahead of us. Once we had checked out we returned to the car
and I drove down to the shoe store. One of the clerks gave Jessie a
dirty look which I suppose might have been justified considering her
appearance, but my withering glare turned him in the opposite
direction fast.
Jessie picked out a pair of New Balance sneakers
and a pair of basic black; well, I’d call them ‘loafers,’
but I was sure they were actually called something else. Back in my
car, I drove to my house.
“I live about twenty-five
minutes away up in Sunset Beach, North Carolina. When we get there
I’d like you to go to my guest bathroom. Drop your clothes
outside the door. You can lock all three doors so you’ll be
assured of privacy. Use the medicated shampoo on your hair then if
you wrap one of the big towels around your body I’ll come in
and use the fine-toothed comb to pull out any nits. Now, don’t
be insulted, but the pharmacist said you might have them in your
pubic area, too. She suggested either the shampoo or shaving the
area. That would wash any lice and nits down the drain. I think you
should check your armpits, too. If we don’t get everything the
first time around we can continue tomorrow morning. You can have your
choice of the extra bedrooms, okay?”
“Like I’m
going to argue. I assume you’d like to fuck me so why am I
sleeping in a separate room?”
“Let’s get
things straightened out before we even think about it. I’ll
make an appointment with my doctor tomorrow, too. I think you should
be tested for STD’s. Again, please don’t be insulted. Did
every one of your partners use a condom? I’ll bet not, and you
weren’t exactly in a position to insist.”
I had turned
off US-17 North onto NC-179; Beach Road; that would lead straight to
my house. I pulled through the gate about ten minutes later. Carrying
the bags of clothes into the living room, I stopped before taking all
the personal items into the guest bath. I locked the two doors that
led to the two adjacent bedrooms and placed everything on the vanity.
“Need anything else?”
“Some clothes.”
“Of
course; I’ll cut the tags off while you shower and wash your
hair. I’ll bring in a set of clothes for you when I comb out
your hair.” I opened the linen closet and removed a wash cloth
and a big thick bath towel. “I think this will cover you. I’ll
get a trash bag for your clothes. They’ll have lice in them so
they have to go. Just drop them outside the door. I’ll have the
bag ready. Make sure you remove any personal items you might have in
the pockets. Okay, see you once you’ve cleaned up then we’ll
go out to dinner.” I closed the door and heard her lock it. I
was back in less than a minute with a heavy-duty trash bag and I was
just in time to take the items directly from her outstretched hand.
I
selected the rear bedroom for her thinking it would be quieter and
made the queen bed there before cutting the tags from her clothes and
placing them either on hangers in the closet or into drawers in the
dresser. I selected a top, bra, panties, Capri’s, and socks for
her to wear. I was just about finished when I heard her open the
door. “Doug?”
“I’m right here. Here
are some clothes for you. I hope everything matches okay. Why don’t
you sit on the stool while I comb your hair?” She did and I ran
the comb through her hair exactly as the pharmacist had told me to,
the teeth flush with her scalp. I must have pulled a hundred nits;
lice egg cases; from her scalp before running them down the drain
with steaming hot water. I could see the bite marks where the lice
had feasted on her blood. What a shame that a decent human being had
to live like this.
All told I spent almost a half hour combing
her hair, even going over the same areas two and three times until
the comb was clean. Then I left Jessie to dress. I was somewhat
surprised at how well she had cleaned up. I guessed her height at
about 5 feet 9 inches and she was painfully thin, no doubt because
she hadn’t eaten regularly. She had small breasts, I thought
for the same reason and narrow hips. Her face was an almost perfect
oval with blue eyes and high cheekbones I hadn’t noticed
before. I left her alone and five minutes later she was
ready.

CHAPTER 2.
I set the house alarm and led her
out to my Honda. It really was a pretty decent car. I’d bought
it new when I moved here last year. There’s a big difference
between buying a car in New York and buying one here. For one thing,
the sales people actually make you believe they’re glad to have
you in their showroom. Many times in New York I’d stood around
for half an hour while they completely ignored my presence. I only
give people like that one chance. I’d never go into that
dealership again, but I always made sure to write an explanatory
letter to the general manager. The biggest difference was that I paid
for this car with a personal check. In New York an official bank
check was always required and, even then, I had to sit around the
dealership while they called the bank to ensure that it was real.
I
opened the door for Jessie and backed out into the driveway. A minute
later we were back on Beach Road headed toward the nearby village of
Calabash. I parked in the lot at Boundary House. It was just after
eight so the early rush of senior citizens was long gone. We were
shown straight to a table by the hostess. Once we had our menus I
asked Jessie, ”Would you like a drink? They might ask you for
ID, but maybe not since I come here often.”
“It’s
okay, I have my expired driver’s license from Iowa. What would
you have? The drink, I mean.”
“I usually have a
Margarita on the rocks. I enjoy it. You can barely taste the tequila
through the lemon-and lime juice in it.”
“I think
I’ll join you.” That was what we ordered when the
waitress came to the table. I explained what I knew about the menu.
“I’ve had the baked potato soup several times. I think
it’s really good. When was the last time you ate?”
“Day
before yesterday with the Canadian couple; a burger and some fries
with a Coke for lunch.”
“Then you’re
probably hungry enough that you can handle the soup. It’s
pretty filling. Also, the salads here are big and really good with
cheese, bacon, and almonds in addition to the standard lettuce and
tomatoes. For entrees I suggest the shrimp; grilled or fried; the
chicken fingers, ribs, or prime rib. They’re all usually pretty
good. I had the filet once and it was okay, but just okay. I’m
going to have the ribs.”
Jessie did order the soup,
suggesting we share, the salad with Italian, and the ribs with baked
sweet potato. I had the salad with bleu cheese and the ribs with
baked potato. I toasted with Jessie once the drinks had arrived.
“Here’s to better days.”
She smiled and took
a sip. “Good choice; I really like it.”
Now I
smiled. “Don’t like it too much. They can really sneak up
on you. They’re stronger than you might think. That’s why
I never have more than two.” A minute later our soup arrived
and I could tell by the expression on her face that it was another
good choice. I could also tell that she was reluctant to share, but,
after eating about half, she pushed the bowl across the table. I only
ate a little bit and returned the bowl to her.
I loved the
salads here and the accompanying croiss
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After lunch we walked together along the waterfront, watching the ferry to Bridgeport
dock, disgorge its cargo of cars and trucks then fill its decks with those
waiting to cross the Sound. The ferry was a great alternative to driving into
and through New York City before heading north. I had always used the ferry
when going to Boston or Cambridge, saving two or more hours and a boatload of
hassle every time.

Mom gave us a ride back to the station at 3:40 for the 4:06 train back to Penn
Station. I was pleased to see Mom and Jenny hug before we climbed the ladder
onto the train. We waved to Mom as the train pulled out.

Did Mom say something to you while you were hugging?

Yes, she gave me some advice.

Oh?

Yes, she told me you were nothing like your father. I already knew that. I
can t see you ever cheating and I know I would never cheat on you so I guess
we re stuck with each other, forever.

I leaned in for a kiss that lasted longer than it should considering where we
were then I whispered in Jenny s ear, I certainly hope so. Jenny didn t have
to answer. Her eyes said all I needed to know.

We had just changed trains in Huntington when I mentioned to Jenny that I
thought we should get her a car. She seemed to think about it for a minute then
chimed in, Okay, but not a Honda. Your car is okay, better than okay, but
after spending so many years barely getting by I d like to splurge, get
something a little extravagant. Is that okay?

Of course; we can go out and look as soon as we re back home. Jenny kissed me
then whispered in my ear and I knew I was the luckiest man on the planet. She
planned to prove it as soon as we were in our room.

I stopped at reception to ask if they had a doctor on staff. Luckily, they did
and I asked for an appointment tomorrow morning. I received a phone call
fifteen minutes later telling me that Dr. St. Claire would come to my room at
11:30 tomorrow morning and that he wanted to know what the problem was so he
could be prepared. Tell him my arm is in a sling because of a knife wound I
received last Saturday night. I want to make sure there s no infection and have
the bandages changed. I was assured that he would receive the message.

Jenny had a smile on her face as she led me to the bedroom. She had just
removed my shoes and socks when my cell rang. I looked at the screen and
wondered, who the hell is Frank Garcia? I answered thinking it might be the
doctor. I hadn t been paying much attention to his name. My caller was a
detective for the NYPD who wanted to meet with me tomorrow morning, saying he
had news regarding my assault and battery case. I suggested he meet us at
reception at 8:30 and we d treat him to breakfast. He nixed the breakfast, but
did say he d accept a cup of coffee. I had just ended the call in time. I could
see that Jenny was getting impatient.

You were right, Doug; it was a long day. I enjoyed being with your mother, but
the ride back was really boring.

The Long Island Railroad is strictly a commuter line. There are people who do
that very trip five days a week; the price of living in that area, I guess.

Where did you live when you were working?

Closer in, much closer in; I lived and worked in Hicksville which is on
another line. There are three; North, Central, and South.

Interesting, but not now; I have my mind on something else. She almost tore
the clothes from my body and a minute later hers followed. Now, don t forget
who s doing the doing. I just laughed as she gently lowered me to the bed. I
lay in the center of the big king bed with my right arm out to the side,
exactly as instructed while Jenny showed me just how much she loved me. She
rubbed her swimsuit model s body over mine, her nipples moving into my mouth
and hand as we kissed and kissed and groped each other unashamedly.

I had two fingers in her, my thumb on her hard swollen clit as she stroked me
furiously. There was a time in the not so distant past when that was my only
means of relief. A lot had changed since Jenny had come into my life. I d hoped
to marry, but never imagined it would be to a goddess like Jenny. It was all I
could do to resist pulling her onto my rod, that s how hot I was for her. She
must have been clairvoyant because just seconds later she moved up onto my body
and rubbed me into her dripping slit. I had closed my eyes, but heard her moan
as she slid down until our bodies met.

I couldn t help myself; I began to move with her, driving my cock as deeply
into her as humanly possible. Jenny was right; it was a very long day and my
arm didn t make it any easier. It felt as though I was being stabbed over and
over as the day progressed. However, what I was feeling now with my wonderful
wife was worth everything I had endured.

Let s face it; there are only so many variations for sex. Sure there re oral
and anal, although I didn t find the thought of that terribly appealing, and
there s genital sex. I d had plenty of manual sex over the twenty-plus years
before meeting Jenny. In spite of the obvious limitations, sex with Jenny was
never dull. She had such energy and so much love to share that I was never
bored. Tonight was as exciting as ever even though I was exhausted. The pain in
my arm had given me a miserable night s sleep. I d slept through the night, but
Jenny had told me I was tossing and turning the entire time.

Jenny tried something new on me tonight, flexing her vaginal muscles and
squeezing my cock like never before. Oh God! I was practically screaming as I
came and came again until Jenny covered my mouth with hers. She covered my face
with kisses once I had settled down. I could barely speak, but somehow I
managed to croak, You didn t.

That s not important. You ll get me tomorrow. I know how tired you are. Why
don t we get room service? That s something I always wanted to do.

What about Lady? She has to eat and we have to put her out.

I can do both. I know it s dark, but I won t go into the park and I ll have
Lady with me. I thought about it for a minute before struggling to get out of
bed. I ll come with you then a quick shower and we can call down for food. How
does that sound? Jenny gave me a sour look, but helped me to get up and dress.
I fed Lady and ten minutes later we stood together in the park. Several young
toughs walked nearby, but continued past us when Lady growled. One group even
recognized Lady from the TV news as they shouted, Nice going, man, and other
congratulatory remarks. All the same I was pleased when we were safely inside
the Plaza s lobby.

We ordered steaks, probably the best choice for room service, baked potatoes,
and a pitcher of iced tea. It was served on our coffee table as I signed the
bill, but gave the server his tip in cash. Jenny and I ate quietly, but a few
minutes later she asked, What do you think the police want?

Not sure, but I don t think they want to arrest me. If they did the detective
wouldn t have phoned. He would have been here waiting for me. He said he has
some info on the case so I guess we ll find out in the morning. Room service
sounds romantic, but the food is often cold by the time it s delivered. Tonight
it was okay, but it was better than going out. We ate, showered together as we
did every night, and climbed into bed, Jenny, as always, on my left side with
her head on my chest. I lay back on the pillow and was gone in seconds.

CHAPTER 12.

There were two men in cheap suits standing in front of reception as we walked
up. Detective Garcia, I asked.

Dr. Preston, good of you to see us. This is my partner, Tim Rooney. I shook
hands lefty and introduced Jenny. We walked together into the Plaza s food
court where we were seated in a booth. Jenny and I ordered breakfast and they
ordered coffee even though I invited them to join us.

At these prices I d be broke in less than a week. What kind of work do you do,
Dr. Preston?

Actually, Det. Rooney; I m officially retired although I did get an assignment
to write a short program last week. That s what I do; write computer programs.
I wrote all the programs in the Idiot series.

Those are really good. I used one to learn Spanish.

Yeah, but you still speak with an Irish accent. I can barely understand you.

What would you know? You were born in Brooklyn; talk about an accent!

Jenny and I laughed. I suspect life with you two is never dull.

We have to make jokes when we can, Det. Garcia explained. Sometimes our work
can be really morbid. Why don t we get to business? He stopped for a moment to
stir some real cream into his coffee. Mmmm, that s good. Okay, we got the
report from the vet on your dog. I m sure you know it came back clean. We
learned that your assailant was high on meth; methamphetamine. He s still in
Bellevue in the prison ward and his arm is a mess. The doctors put several
screws in it, but they still think he ll have trouble for the rest of his life.
Of course, the whole thing was entirely his fault so I doubt that any of us have
even a tiny bit of sympathy.

We ve spoken to the DA in charge of the case and he ll go to the Grand Jury
next week. There s no reason for you to attend or testify, but I can tell you
that he s going for attempted murder in addition to assault with a deadly
weapon. There ll be some other charges thrown in; there always are. I have your
cell number so I can contact you, if necessary.

Do you think I ll have to testify? And Jenny?

It s hard to say. It might go to a plea bargain because he has no criminal
record. This guy had a great job on Wall Street so he has plenty of money;
maybe too much. I assume your suit was ruined. Any idea how much it cost? We ll
ask the judge for you to be compensated for your loss.

Actually, I do know. I had just bought that suit from a tailor in Hong Kong.
It cost me $3,000 and the shirt was $250, both of them custom made for me. I m
more concerned with Jenny s dress. She tried to stop the bleeding and it was
covered with blood. I gave it to the hotel for cleaning so I expect to get it
back today. It was brand new, just bought that day. Do you remember what you
paid, Jen?

Yes, just over $2,000 with tax, unfortunately. I loved that dress.

Well, if it s ruined we can see about getting a replacement. We can go to the
store and ask them to order one just like it. Jenny responded by leaning over
to kiss my cheek. The detectives left a few minutes later, but not before Det.
Rooney said, I wouldn t mind getting a dog like this for my family. Mind
telling me what you paid for her.

I think a shelter pet is more in your future. Lady cost me $65,000.

Garcia laughed like hell as he slid out of the booth. Tim, get a goldfish and
I ll spring for a bowl.
They shook hands with me and left, still laughing.

They seem like good guys, Doug.

Yeah, they probably are, but I don t envy them their jobs. They see the worst
of humanity every single day. We had a neighbor who was a cop when I was
growing up. His wife couldn t stand the uncertainty of his going to work and
never knowing for sure if he was coming home alive or in a box. She left him
and took his three kids. A few months later he took his own life. I can still
remember the sound of the shotgun in the middle of the night. Jenny s eyes
showed the shock she was experiencing.

We finished breakfast and returned to the suite just in time to see the bellman
walking down the hall with her dress. Jenny took it out of the plastic bag, but
even I could see that they were unable to remove the bloodstain completely.
Jenny was almost in tears when I asked her for the receipt. A minute later I
was on the phone with the store. I explained what had happened and, like
everyone else in the city, the manager had seen the report on the news. She
said she would have to contact the supplier, but would get back to me as soon
as possible, probably sometime this afternoon.

After ending the call I sat in the easy chair and gazed out the window. What
would you like to do this afternoon? I think we should do some sightseeing.
Most of the people who live here have never been to the top of the Empire State
Building or taken a cruise around Manhattan. There s also the American Museum
of Natural History only a few blocks away or the Central Park Zoo. It s one of
the world s best.

Let s wait until the doctor has examined you. I m not taking any chances with
your health. And then in what I was sure was her sternest voice, And neither
are you. I m planning on growing very old with you, having lots of kids and
even more grandkids. We ll have other opportunities to sightsee. Then to show
me how serious she was she leaned down to kiss me.

It was almost eleven when the maid knocked. Jenny answered the door and the
maid said she would return later. No, come in, please; just take care of the
bedroom and bathroom today. I rose and gave her a ten dollar tip. This was a
big suite and I always tipped the maid every day. I didn t think that ten bucks
was too much when the suite was running me $5,000 a night.

Jenny and I relaxed as we waited for the doctor to arrive. Fortunately, he was
a few minutes early. He handed Jenny a card that gave his name as Henri St.
Claire, M.D., Internal Medicine, with a Park Avenue address. He explained that
he was technically retired, but kept his hand in by working when needed for the
hotel. Taking note of my sling he asked me to remove it so he could examine the
wound.

Ah, I see the doctor inserted a drain, he said once he had peeled the bandage
away from my skin. That was an excellent idea. These days these kids who think
they re practicing medicine don t take the time or effort to do things right.
It will take only a few minutes to remove it. Digging into his bag he removed
several paper towels and dropped a long thin flexible tube that he pulled from
the wound into them, dropping the mess into a waste basket. Then, using his
nose, he sniffed all around the stitches before nodding with satisfaction.

Had there been an infection there would be an odor of mortification, of the
decaying pus created by the body fighting off the bacteria. That s the biggest
concern with a knife wound. I ll bandage it again for you and all you ll have
to do is see your own physician in another week to remove the stitches. Do you
need any additional pain medication?

No, I still have some and I prefer not to use them. They make me woozy and I
can t stand it. What about this sling? Do I have to use it?

I think you might wear it for another few days until you get home again. The
city is crowded and you could be jostled. I was dejected by that, but Jenny
was elated. She was going to take care of me even if it killed me. Dr. St.
Claire was with me about twenty minutes and left, telling me that his charges
of $250 would be added to my hotel bill. I thanked him as he strode out the
door.

See; I told you to wear that sling.

I give up; you win. I was a bit dejected until Jenny carefully replaced my
arm into the sling then wrapped her hands around my head and kissed me deeply.
The kiss went on and on until she broke it, asking if we could still make it to
the zoo. I got my backpack from the closet and put Lady s bowl into it even
though I knew there were places for dogs to drink where we were going.

It was still morning so I suggested we go up to the Bronx. We have plenty of
time so why don t we go to the Bronx Zoo. It s bigger and; I think; better than
the one in Central Park. Jenny agreed, saying that she would defer to me since
I had much more experience here than she did.

Once out on the street we crossed over Central Park South so Lady could take
care of business then we walked a few blocks east until we reached the subway
station for the 5 train. Using my credit card I bought a Metro Card with six
trips on it, paying for Lady even though I knew she would be entitled to a free
passage. The trip north took less than thirty minutes. We walked up onto East
Tremont Avenue very close to the Asia Gate of the Bronx Zoo. I knew this area
well; it was where my father had often brought me years ago before I learned
that he was a serial cheater.

Jenny and I had a ball. She loved the zoo and many of the children asked if
they could pet Lady. The highlight of the day came when we accidentally
stumbled onto feeding time for the tigers. The trainer dropped a huge slab of
what I assumed was horsemeat into an empty cage. It was on the left of three in
a row. He lifted and dropped a door that led outside from the center cage.
About three minutes later a tiger; a BIG tiger walked in and turned toward the
meat. Once he was in a door we hadn t noticed before dropped between the two
cages, sealing that one away. Next the trainer dropped another slab into the
cage on the far right. The door outside dropped a few more times and an even
bigger tiger walked in, moving immediately toward the meat. Soon that cage was
isolated, leaving only the center cage empty. The process was repeated, but
everyone present gasped when this tiger walked through the door. It looked to
be twice the size of the first.

Excuse me, sir, I asked as I approached him while we exited. Do you know how
much that tiger weighs? I don t think I ve ever seen a cat that big before.

You re probably right. He s the biggest one I ve ever seen, too. He was
weighed a few months ago, 619 pounds. Did you know that the tiger is the
largest cat, followed by the lion and the jaguar third? They re all capable of
being man eaters, but the tiger is the worst, by far. Jenny and I thanked him
and went on our way, eager to see what was next in line down the path.

We finished around five and left through the same Asia Gate to the subway.
Jenny was confused when we walked onto the platform for the number 2 train.
Doug, didn t we take the 5 train this morning?

Yeah, we did, but this one will bring us closer to our restaurant. We re going
to the Carnegie Deli for dinner. I think you ll like it. Walking up to the
street level at 59th West meant that we were about four blocks from the deli.
Blocks in Manhattan were about three times as long going east and west as they
were going north and south. Even at this hour with the sidewalks crowded with
workers on their way home, the trip only took us twenty minutes.

We were given a table by the window. I ordered without even looking at the
menu. We ll split a Zorba and a hot pastrami sandwich, two cream sodas, and
can we get some water for my dog?

The waitress had just left when Jenny whispered, Doug, splitting a salad and a
sandwich? Are you sure?

I leaned across the table to kiss her. Trust me. You ll have more than enough
to eat and we ll definitely want to save room for dessert. I had just placed
Lady s bowl on the floor by the edge of the table when the waitress returned
with two tall glasses filled with ice and the light amber cream soda along with
two with water that she told me were at room temperature. Those she poured into
Lady s bowl. Lady looked to Jenny for permission to drink, receiving it just as
the waitress returned with a huge Greek salad and two bowls.

I made an attempt to toss the salad and spooned a healthy portion into Jenny s
bowl. There was still some left over when I had filled mine. We had just
finished when our sandwich appeared. Thought I d better bring another plate
for you. Good luck, she said with a chuckle. Jenny looked at the sandwich with
her mouth open. It was easily eight inches tall with lean pastrami piled high
between two thin slices of rye bread.

Using two hands I removed one half and passed the other to Jenny. Try it with
some of this mustard. It s the best. I scooped a big dollop onto the top on my
pastrami and passed it to Jenny.

I don t know how to pick it up, let alone eat it, Jenny said with a smile.
She did finally grab it with two hands, following my lead, and managed to
somehow get some of it into her mouth. She must have liked it because it was
gone as soon as mine was.

When the waitress returned she cleared the table and asked if we wanted
dessert. Of course, we ll split a piece of cheesecake. I knew that one piece
would be more than enough for us. I spoke again once the waitress had
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Runways: Part 6
Man’s escape to the fishing hole
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I pushed the boat away and motored almost silently down
about half the length of the lake to a nice weed bed, and started to work a
small fly along the edges of the weeds.
The rain started less than two hours later, but I was ready
for it, mostly. I pulled on the rain suit I'd taken along to fend off the ice
cold drops. The cold began to seep through the light weight rain suit as the
temperature dropped precipitously, easily down over a dozen degrees in the
first twenty minutes. This storm had all the earmarks of one intending to stay
for a while. It was late summer, which meant that the temperatures could easily
reach up to ninety if it was clear, but it could also get uncomfortably cold at
these altitudes. Not cold enough to snow until late August, but that was only a
few weeks away.
I made my way back to the dock with my fish, cleaned them
and headed back to the cabin, trying to suppress a shiver. I could see smoke
coming from the chimney, the thought of a warm fire extremely inviting. I stepped
through the door, closing it behind me and stood in the kitchen area, staring
at the sight in front of me.
Kim was on her hands and knees over the top of an equally
naked Amy, her pussy pointing toward me, her knees bent and spread apart to
completely expose her. Kim's head was thrown back, her eyes closed, her long
hair hanging wildly around her face as she moaned in pleasure. I had clearly
stepped into an extremely intimate moment between the two, and it equally
appeared that neither yet realized that I was there. I stepped to the sink and
laid the fish in it and pulled off my rain suit as quietly as I could. I looked
over at Kim as I pulled my rain suit pants off and saw her looking at me,
smiling with the same smile that she'd given me the first time we had sex.
Amy was still busy between Kim's legs, noisily licking and
teasing her pussy with her mouth when Kim motioned me to come closer. It didn't
take a rocket scientist to see that she was inviting me to pay attention to
Amy's exposed pussy. I knelt at the end of the bed and leaned down over it,
licking slowly up her wet and well excited pussy. Her lips were full and
engorged, a significant amount of inner lip protruding, glistening in the
flickering light of the fireplace. Her juices were sweet on my tongue as I
teased up her slit, circling the tip of my tongue around her clit several
times, causing her to lift her hips toward me and moan loudly into Kim's pussy.
Kim gasped at the sensations racing from her pussy through her body as my
attentions to Amy's pussy drove her actions in and on Kim's pussy to be more
vigorous.
"Oh god," Kim moaned loudly as I teased Amy's
pussy.
"What the hell?" Amy suddenly asked, apparently
finally putting together that Kim was impossibly talking and licking at the
same time. I felt Amy try to pull herself up the bed under Kim, pushing Kim's
body up. Somewhat reluctantly Kim crawled off of Amy, leaving her laying on the
bed looking down her naked body at me leaning over the end of the bed, my face
now almost two feet from her spread pussy. "What the hell are you
doing?" she snapped angrily.
"I invited him," Kim said as she lay on the bed
next to Amy, her feet and head at opposite ends of the bed than Amy.
"Why? If I wanted a guy between my legs I'd have a
boyfriend!" Amy snapped.
"You seemed to be enjoying it just fine until a moment
ago," Kim shot back with a scowl. "Look. You were willing to spend a
whole weekend getting fucked by him just so he'd take me on vacation. Not to
have sex, but just to get out of town. Now you're suddenly adverse to being
touched by him at all? I think you need to reevaluate just exactly what you
think is appropriate. Adam and I are having sex. If you want to continue to
have sex with me, you're going to have to figure out a way to deal with that.
And no, being pissed off at Adam all the time is NOT an acceptable solution.
You've always told me how sweet and kind he is and how caring he is for a guy.
Well, guess what? I learned that even better than you can imagine!" Kim
said as she pushed herself up to sit on the end of the bed, still facing Amy.
"Adam is sweet and kind and gentle and intelligent and wonderful. So much
so that I asked him to marry me! So you better get used to him being with
us!"
"You asked him to MARRY you? Seriously? You two are getting
MARRIED?"
"Well, not yet. He hasn't said yes yet. But I think he
will, when he's had a chance to get to know me better."
"Damn!" Amy swore quietly, pushing herself up to
sit on the bed, leaning against the pillows and the wall. "I guess you
don't need me any more then," she added as she pushed off the bed and
picked up the pants of the pink sweat suit she'd worn overnight.
"Oh god, Amy! Don't be so dramatic! Of course I still
need YOU! You're my right hand girl! How would I ever function without you?
I’m so sorry I added to your deep-set distain for men. I was wrong. You
are so wrong, at least you’re wrong about Adam. We succeed together, in
an industry that exploits sexuality in a way that often brings out the baser
instincts of men. At least Adam has the character and self-respect to know he
wants something deeper, more meaningful. And now that I’ve discovered
that character, I find it incredibly desireable.”
"Have your new boyfriend. Let him do it all!" she
snapped as she pulled the jacket of the sweatshirt on and zipped it up over her
bare tits. She bent down and zipped her suitcase closed and stood it up. She
grabbed the handle and pulled it to the door of the cabin and threw the door
angrily open before walking out into the still falling rain, leaving the door
standing open.
Amy’s Departure
"WHERE ARE YOU GOING?" Kim yelled out the door at
her as she stood in the doorway.
"HOME!" Amy yelled back as she started walking
down the road leading down the mountain, the rain already having soaked the
thin pink sweat suit.
"Come on. We need to go after her," Kim said,
walking towards her suitcase. She bent over and pulled out a pair of yoga pants
and a tank top, starting to put them on.
"Go after her? Why? She'll come back."
"No she won't."
"Trust me. She will. It's six miles down the mountain
and another dozen to town. She doesn't have anywhere to go. Once she finishes
her temper tantrum she'll come back."
"You don't know Amy," Kim said sharply.
"She's too damn stubborn to come back."
"Fine. I'll go get her," I said crossly, reaching
for the recently taken off rain pants. "But you're staying here. No point
in you getting soaked too!"
"Fine. I'll wait," she said with a bit of a huff
as I pulled on rain pants. It only took a minute or two to get dressed and grab
the keys for the Jeep.
If anything, it was raining harder when I went out to get in
the Jeep, water pooling on the seat and in the floorboards of the open top
vehicle. The floorboards were rusted enough that most of the water had already
leaked out onto the ground as I pushed in the clutch and started the engine. I
found her only half a mile down the muddy dirt track, her sweat suit already
covered with mud and saturated with rain. Her hair was plastered to her head as
she walked, head down, intent on going down the mountain. "You're getting
soaked."
"So?" she snapped back.
"Kim wants you to come back up. She's worried about
you."
"Big deal."
"So you're not coming?"
"NO!"
"You're sure. I mean it's a long ways down the mountain
and even farther to town."
"SO!"
"Just saying."
"Well, I don't have any intention of coming back!"
"You're sure?"
She paused for a moment and glared at me. "Perfectly!"
"Okay," I said, letting out the clutch and
bouncing my way down the hill. I slid and twisted on the little dirt track that
we called a road until it opened up onto a gravel road almost two miles down
the mountain. I turned around and headed back up the mountain, stopping at the
log that had started everything between Kim and me. I pulled under a big pine
to block the rain and shut down the engine to wait.
I saw her long before she noticed me. But then I had an
advantage, I knew where she was going to be coming from, she didn't even know I
was waiting for her. She was wet and muddy, her rolling suitcase caked with mud
almost up to the handle. She looked like she'd fallen in a mud puddle at least
once and maybe more times since she'd left the cabin.
"You ready to go back now?" I asked as she stopped
next to the Jeep, shivering.
"NO!" she said, shaking like a leaf.
"You do realize that you won't survive the walk to
town, not in this weather."
"So? It's not like you care."
"Actually I do," I answered. "But you're
trying to make it like I don't. You don’t want to let yourself believe I
can be any better than your prejudiced conclusions, even though your best
friend and most trusted lover has told you overwise."
"You don't want or need me. You have Kim."
"I hate to burst your bubble, but I'm not at all sure
that I even want to marry her. Hell, two weeks ago she was a total bitch that I
worked for because I needed the money. Now all of a sudden she's different and
says that I'm the first man she could respect. Not exactly what I'd call a
match made in heaven. If there’s any sexist prejudices being confirmed by
today, it’s that women are so blinded by jealousy, that they deprive
themselves of so much, just because they’re afraid some other woman will
also find a benefit."
"So? All you have to do is say yes and you're in the
money. She's loaded after all."
"So?"
"You need money, she has money, lots of it. What's to
not get, here?"
"Just between you, me and this pine tree here, I don't
give a shit how much money she has. That's not why I'd marry someone."
"Bullshit. She's gotten into your pants and you're
playing it for everything you can. You know damn well that as long as she's
getting fucked that you have a permanent job. If you play your cards right, you
might even have a portion of her fortune."
I sighed deeply. "You know so little about me. But now
I see perhaps another sad and selfish motivation of yours. Maybe that's your
game. Maybe you have sex with her because YOU want that portion of her fortune.
I don't know. What I do know is that money isn't what I really care about. Sure
I need money to pay the bills, but after that? Life is too short to chase after
the dollar just to collect more."
"I wouldn't do that! I care too much for her to ever be
that petty."
"Well, good. I want to believe that; but you're being
pretty petty right now, not to mention stupid."
"I'm not being stupid!"
"You're not being smart either. Hell Amy! Who did I ask
out first? You or her?"
"Well, Me."
"And who did I want to be around on all those trips?
You or her?"
"True, Me?"
"So don't you think there's a reasonable chance that I
really care about YOU and want YOU?" I snapped.
"But you're fucking HER!"
"I am. It wasn't like you were exactly giving me the
green light. Hell, I didn't know you were a lesbian!" I said with a scowl.
"You could have told me I was barking up the wrong tree instead of letting
me keep trying to convince you to go out with me."
"Who said I was a lesbian?"
"Well, Kim actually said it. Kim made it clear you two
were lovers, as I saw a little while ago. What am I supposed to think?"
"Why do men always think that because two women enjoy
each other that somehow they're lesbians, or anti-man or some such shit?"
"Probably the same reason that women jump to the
conclusion that if a man is having sex with another woman that they don't have
any feelings for them," I answered with a shrug.
"Typical man!"
"I could say the same thing. Tell me. Why in the hell
is it so hard to believe that I have feelings for you?"
"BECAUSE YOU'RE FUCKING HER!" she practically
screamed.
"Typical woman! Maybe if you'd have let me in instead
of pushing me away for all these months I wouldn't be fucking her, I'd be
fucking you! You’re stuck in a mindset that a man can’t
deeply love two women, all the while thinking men are to thick-headed to
understand a woman who loves sex with a man and a woman!" I snapped back
at her.
"Look. I'm getting cold. I know you're fucking
frozen. Get your ass in the Jeep and I'll take you back up."
"What if I don't want to?" She snapped.
"Your choice!" I answered, reaching down to start
the Jeep. She stood there with her arms crossed tightly across her chest,
looking like a very cold drowned rat, her hair hanging down around her face and
dripping from the rain making its way through the branches. She had made no move
to get in, so I dropped the Jeep in gear and started to let out the clutch to
pull away.
"OKAY! WAIT!" she practically shouted. I stopped
the Jeep and she hoisted her bag into the back and climbed angrily into the
seat. "You would have driven off and left me, wouldn't you?"
"I didn't see that our conversation was getting us
anywhere. What did you expect me to do? I took you at your word. You have to
say what you want." I said as I started up the hill.
"Fight for me. If I really matter to you, that
is."
"Fight for you?" I asked, slamming on the brakes
and staring at her.
"Fuck yes. If you wanted to keep me!"
"Keep you? Hell, I've never HAD you!" I said
angrily.
"That's not my fault," she said quietly, looking
up the road instead of at me.
"Not your fault? I’m trying to treat you with
honesty and respect! Whose fucking fault is it? Mine? "
"It's not mine. Who else is there?" Amy said in a
smug tone.
I reached down and shut off the key and stared at her, the
two of us now sitting out in the rain instead of under the cover of the pine.
She continued to stare at the road and ignore my stare. "Fine. That's
fucking it!" I said, unbuckling my seat belt. I climbed out of the Jeep
and walked around to the passenger side, grabbing her arm and pulling her out
of the seat. It only took a few steps before we were back under the relative
shelter of the pine tree, standing in the soft bed of fallen needles under it.
"So it's my fault? The only thing I haven't done is this! Obviously you
don’t want respect. You don’t want chivalry." I said, letting
go of her arm. Your goddam thinking is beyond my comprehension, but I’ll
give you what I think you’re trying to get, but don’t have the good
sense to ask for.
I reached for the neck of the sweat suit top and held it
with one hand while I jerked the zipper down, practically pulling the puller
off the zipper when it reached the bottom. I let go of her top and grabbed the
material of her sweatpants and jerked them down, squatting down and pulling it
down as far as it would go. I reached up for her arms and pulled her down on
the ground in front of me and then jerked and tugged the sweatpants off over
her muddy soaked shoes, tossing the pink pants aside. I pushed her knees apart,
leaving her laying there mostly exposed while I stood up and pushed my rain
suit pants and jeans down to my knees.
She lay there without complaint, as I knelt between her legs
and reached for the pink top, pulling it aside to expose both large soft tits
before leaning over her. I held myself up with one hand and found my hard cock
with the other, lowering my hips and aiming my cock at her pussy. She neither
helped nor protested as I rubbed my engorged head up and down her wet lips
before pushing it into her bent-over ass, from behind.
"Oh fuck," she groaned as I pressed deeper into
her, the rain making its way through the many layers of pine needles above us
dripping coldly on my ass. I continued to push until I could go no farther and
then pulled back, leaving just my head inside her before plunging quickly back
into her. "Oh god yes!" she gasped as my shaft plunged all the way
into her until my head hit the end of her tunnel.
"This what you want? You wanna be taken like a fucking
animal?" I grunted as I plunged into her over and over, her tits rolling
wildly on her chest as my hips pounded into her thighs with each stroke.
"Oh fuck!" was all I got in response as she lifted
and spread her legs farther to give me greater access. In and out I stroked, my
cock driving into her with each plunge until her body moved on the needles,
pulling back again until I was nearly ready to slip from her hot wet confines.
The longer I stroked into her, the faster I began to move, my hips driving my
cock into her at an almost frantic rate.
She was ecstatic, crying out in joyful surrender, as she
fell to the bed of pine needles. She rolled over. "Oh fuck, fuck fuck;
fuck!" she screamed into the trees as her body began to tremble. She was
totally jubilant as she reached for my rain suit top and grabbed two handfuls
of material and tried to pull me down on top of her as her whole body shuddered
and trembled below me. I dropped to my knees, between her widespread legs.
Instantly my cock found it’s target and burrowed deep into her womb.
"Oh God!" she cried even louder as my cock swelled fatter. Steam was
faintly visible, rising from her partly-naked body; as the clouds thinned out
and the moonlight dimly lit the grove of Ponderosa pines.
"Uh." I grunted as my body convulsed and jammed my
cock into her so hard she slid on the pine needles. I felt a gush of cum lance
out into her pussy as she continued to try and pull me down on her. Her pelvis
jolted in reflex to my rhythmic blasts. I relaxed my arms and let her pull me
down, my wet rain suit pressing against her bare tits as she pulled my face to
hers, her moans escaping into my mouth as she pressed her lips roughly to mine.
We lay there for long minutes, both our bodies slowly
returning from their trips to ecstasy, her kisses slowly softening until she
was erotically sucking my lower lip, breathing heavily. "Took you fucking
long enough to do that," she whispered, releasing my lip and my coat.
"You wanted me to force you?"
"You didn't force me. I didn't fight back, did I? I
just wanted you to be dominant. I wanted you to be in control. I wanted you to
make me FEEL like you HAD to HAVE me! That you were in charge of both what we
did, and when we did it. I could have thought of a few more comfortable places,
but at least you finally did it."
"I don't fucking understand," I grumbled as my
cock softened in her pussy and slipped out. "So you were what, waiting for
me to do this for months or something?"
"Or something. God I gave you enough chances. How many
times did I wear things that were easy to take off with no underwear. You had
to know I didn't have a bra or panties on. Hell, how many times did I flash you
my pussy and you never fucking got the message!"
"The message? Hell, I just thought you didn't like
underwear and flashing me was an accident! You wanted me to act like a selfish,
disrespectful animal, but then I hear you disparage men for behaving that
way?"
"God, I'll never understand men!" she said shaking
her head.
"And men will never understand women," I answered
her.
"The difference is that I wanted you. The other men, I
didn’t want.” Amy said like it was the simplest and most obvious
thing which anyone should understand.
I had no words. All I could conclude is that I was from Mars
and she was from Venus. And here we were on the planet Earth, and neither of us
could comprehend the other.
“Come on,” she said from beneath me.
“Let's go back to the cabi
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Jealously Among Women
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"Well. Glad you're having such a good time fucking him.
I guess you don't really need me for anything then, do you?" Amy snapped
angrily as she pushed away from the table and got up. She walked out of the
cabin in nothing but her shoes, the screen door slamming loudly as she left.
"Oh. I better go talk to her," Kim said quietly as
she got up. "It'll be alright. I promise."
"Sure," I said as she headed toward the door her
friend had just left through. How could things have gone so wrong? I'll admit
that I'd had more than a few fantasies on the way to Chicago and back about
having sex with both of them, but suddenly the person I was most interested in
having a relationship with was the person that seemed most upset by the fact
that Kim and I were having sex. I shook my head and went back to eating what
Kim had cooked, partly because I didn't want to waste what she had done such a
nice job on and partly because I knew I wasn't wanted outside just then.
Kim came back in about fifteen minutes later, my food gone and
place cleared from the table. She looked at me and shrugged, walking to the
shelf where we kept bug spray and took a can of deep woods Off down from the
shelf. "I'm going to finish dinner. Why don't you go out there and spray
her down. If she's going to stay out there naked she's going to get eaten
alive."
"Yeah. If you think that's a good idea."
"I think she'll appreciate it later. She's down by the
lake."
"Okay," I answered, taking the can from her and
heading out the door. I could see her sitting in one of the wooden Adirondack
chairs we'd moved from the porch to sit by the little fire pit next to the
lake. I walked across the grass toward her and stopped next to her chair.
"Kim said I should come out and spray you up. The skeeters will be coming
out soon and they love sexy bare skin," I said, trying to lighten what I
expected to be an awkward conversation.
"Sure," she said simply, pushing herself to stand
up. "Go ahead." Her body language was still cold and rejecting. Her
arms were crossed as she stared out over the lake.
I shrugged and sprayed up and down her legs and across her
body before moving to her back side and spraying it as well. "Um. I need
to get a few more places." I said, knowing there were a few hidden spots
that were still exposed.
"Like?"
"Under your breasts."
"Oh. Go ahead then," she said sounding almost sad.
I stepped towards her and lifted each breast, spraying
lightly under each one before letting it hang down again. Last I sprayed some
on my hand and gently reached between her legs, rubbing the wet liquid into the
juncture of her legs, trying to keep it off her pussy lips. "There,"
I said when I had finished.
"Thanks," she said, sitting back down, clearly not
interested in saying anything else. I moved down wind, well as down wind as I
could be in the almost non-existent breeze and sprayed myself down before
sitting down in the chair next to hers. "I guess this was my fault,"
she said after long minutes of silence.
"What is?"
"You and Kim."
"What about us?"
"Well. You having sex with her and her liking it. Hell,
she likes more than that. She likes you. She likes how you treat her. She likes
how you make her feel. She likes you for you!"
"She's a beautiful woman. Not just outside. But when
she actually opens up, she's got a very attractive personality. I've never seen
it before, but it's there."
"Yeah. It is. I see it when we're alone together. Not
when she's dealing with other people, but when we're in bed alone, yeah she's
really tender and caring."
"When she said you two were lovers, I kinda thought
that maybe it was a sex of convenience thing. I had no idea that you were as
emotionally tied to her as you are. And here I was, trying to get you to go out
with me."
"Well. It was a little tempting, but when I thought
about it, I kind of felt like I would have been cheating on her."
"And here she is, cheating on you with me."
"Something like that."
"Not sure what to say. I had no idea. I mean her
getting naked was her idea. Hell, having sex was her idea, not mine."
"I know."
"So where does that leave us? For that matter, where
does it leave you two?"
"Does it matter?"
"Of course it does."
"Why? I mean we didn't have a relationship before, why
should it matter if we do now?" she asked, never taking her eyes off some
distant spot across the lake.
"Maybe because I wanted to have a relationship with
you. I'll admit it. Life can be a bit lonely. It's been a long damn time since
I've had a woman in my life. Lately, it's felt like my lover is my
airplane."
"Well, I guess you don't have to worry about that any
more. I'm sure Kim will give you all the sex you can handle."
"Who said it was all about sex?"
"Isn't it? Isn't it for all men? I mean men aren't
exactly known for their soft cuddly feelings, are they?"
"Doesn't mean we don't have any! I’m very
surprised that you’ve been able to cloak your prejudices so proficiently,
Amy. You’ve treated me very well for months. I had no idea you held such
low views of me. I’ve done nothing disrespectful to either you or
Kim." I said with a soft sigh.
She said nothing.
"It's gonna get chilly tonight.” I finally said.
“We should go inside."
"You go. I just want to sit here and think," she
answered.
I nodded and got up and headed back to the cabin. To my
surprise the table was cleared and the dishes were all taken care of.
"Nice work," I said with a smile. "We might actually make you
into a nice housewife!" I said with a grin, knowing that I was going to
get a playful swat somewhere for the inside joke we'd been sharing all week.
She walked up to me, still wearing my shirt, and wrapped her
arms around my neck instead of swatting me anywhere. She lifted herself up on her
tip toes to kiss me softly, her hot lips pressing gently against mine.
"That might not be a horrible thing," she whispered as she broke the
kiss. "As I understand it, a housewife also has to make sure her man is
taken care of, and from what I could tell, someone was left hanging before
dinner."
"I was." I agreed.
"Is she coming in?"
"Not yet. She will when she gets sufficiently cold
enough to."
"Then I think it's time for another fire building
lesson," she said with a grin. "Do you want to help or just watch
this time?"
"I'll just watch," I said as she released me. She
turned and moved to the fireplace while I walked to the bed and dropped onto
it, reclining back as I had before dinner. I watched Kim carefully stack wood
in the fire place like I'd taught her, her bare ass sticking out at me and her
pussy pushing out between her legs sexily as she bent over. As she stayed bent
to light the wads of paper she put on the bottom of her kindling. She gently
blew on the fire, keeping her hands on her knees to keep her ass pushed out at
me. I got up from the bed and walked the few feet to her, my dick swinging side
to side with each step.
She didn't move when I touched her hip, or when I rubbed my
engorged head up and down her wet lips. She firmly pushed back against me as I
pressed my dick into her, my hard shaft sliding slowly into her as she moaned
softly. "Oh yeah."
The tiny flame crackled as it consumed some pine needles and
twigs, then upward to the branches and split logs.
"Glad you approve," I whispered as I started to
slowly stroke in and out of her hot wet depths, my cock quickly working into
her to its full length as she reached out to stabilize herself on the rock
fireplace.
"Approve? Oh fuck yeah! I've been missing this all
day," she moaned as I stroked long, slow strokes in and out of her.
"I don't know what we'll do when we have to go back to civilization. I
mean I can't have my pilot fucking my brains out every time we go out of town,
can I?"
"That could be a bit awkward. Kinda like doing your
chauffeur."
"Trust me, you're a hell of a lot more than just a
driver, even if it is an airplane," she answered a little breathlessly.
"Oh god I've wanted you in me all day. It was all I could do to not walk
over and climb on your cock while you were playing with Amy's pussy."
"I was wishing you would. I was really turned on,"
I grunted out.
"Fuck yes. That's it baby. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I
wanna feel you pounding into me. I wanna feel your fantastic dick pounding all
the way into me as far as you can!"
"Uh huh," I grunted, my thighs slapping her bare
ass now with every quickening plunge. "God you feel good."
"You too. Oh shit,” she cried, “I'm gonna
come. Oh god I'm gonna come already!" she squealed as her legs started
tremble. "Oh Fuck!" she cried loudly as her whole body suddenly
convulsed, her pussy squeezing around my cock as her juices leaked to the floor
between her legs. I continued to pound into her, her moans of pleasure egging
me on as the warm tingle spread through my body, the feeling of urgency growing
as I kept stroking. I doubted I could stop if I wanted to as the urge to climax
washed over me. I felt my body jerk hard and slam my cock deep into her as the
first surge of cum lanced out of my cockhead, deep in her pussy, filling the
almost non-existent space between her walls and my rigid shaft. We stood there,
both of us panting as my body spasmed over and over, my cum now adding to the
juices trickling from her pussy.
She pushed me back from her and turned to face me. She
backed me toward the bed with a hand in the middle of my chest and didn't stop
pushing until I flopped onto the bed. She climbed onto the bed and on top of
me, her arms wrapping around my neck as she pressed her lips to mine in a hot
long erotic kiss. "You know, there'd be a lot of talk, but I don't think
anyone would be surprised if my fianc was fucking me every time we were on the
road."
"Fianc ? Wasn't it just a week ago we hated each
other?"
"That was before we got to know each other," she
cooed with a smile. "Of course it means that you wouldn't be able to play
around with any other hussies any more."
"Not that I’d ever desired ‘hussies’.
Hell, I've really hadn’t had any time to play with any other women, as
much as we're on the road and in the air, I haven't had a chance to even think
about meeting anyone, let alone actually developing a romantic
relationship."
"Well, now you don't have to worry about that. You
don't have to say yes now. But think about it," she whispered. "I've
waited a long time for a man that can make me feel as complete as you do. I
kinda wish we'd done this a long time ago. We wasted so much time being enemies
instead of lovers. Thank you for being the patient man that you are. A man who
is so worthy of my respect, my deepest desires."
"What about Amy?" I asked
"Yeah, that could be complicated," she whispered.
"How about we keep this between ourselves until we figure this out."
"How about we keep this between ourselves until I
decide if I'm going to say yes, or not. I mean a long term relationship should
be based on more than a few days of great sex."
"Maybe. But you have to admit that it's a good
start." She said with confidence.
"It is a good start. A damn great start! But only a
start."
"We still need to figure out how Amy fits into a future
us. Amy's my best friend, my advisor, my personal assistant and my lover. I
don't think I could survive without her by my side. I don’t want to lose
her."
I looked a little confused. "So where would that put
me? A toy in bed?"
"Oh god, Adam! Only a man would go there! A woman has
multiple facets, doesn't she? Is there anything that says she can't have a
different person on either side of her? A husband and lover at her right hand
and a dear friend and assistant at her left?"
"So what about the lover part of that equation? You
think she's going to give up that part easily? Based on the jealousy I've seen
today, I don't think it's going to be all as easy as you think."
"Who says it has to go anywhere? Maybe it just changes
the equation a little so that one plus one equals three?"
"One plus one equals three? What do you think is going
to happen? That somehow she's just suddenly going to want to share you with
me?"
"Or maybe share you, with me," Kim whispered.
"Why don't you put your considerable charms and patience to work and see
if you can show her the tenderness that won me over so quickly, so
completely."
"I have a feeling this is going to end up badly,"
I answered her.
Sleeping Accommodations
"What's going to end up badly?" I heard Amy ask
from the doorway.
"Oh honey!" Kim said quickly, pushing up off of
me.
"It's getting cold out there. At least with no clothes
on. If you let me get some clothes I can go sleep outside and you can take me
home tomorrow."
"Oh no. No, no, no," Kim said, walking over to
her. "No sweetie. I wanted you here to share this place with us."
"It doesn't look to me like there's a lot of sharing to
do. You two seem to have turned it into a fuck fest, and I have no desire to
get into that kind of a game," she said with a scowl. "So since
there's only one bed, I'll let you two have it and sleep outside."
"Actually, that wouldn't be a very good idea," I
said as I got up from the bed and walked toward the door. "In fact, now
that it's dark, you probably don't want to be outside unless you have to use
the outhouse."
"Why not?"
"One is the bugs. They get really bad after dark. The
second is the wildlife. I'm sure you could handle a skunk or raccoon checking
on you in the night, but if you woke up with a black bear only feet from you,
well let's just say it wouldn't end well."
"Bears? There are BEARS up here!?" Amy practically
shouted.
"Yeah. Every once in a while they'll wander right up to
the cabin. They're attracted by the smells of food," I said with a shrug.
"No one said ANYTHING about BEARS!" she shouted,
clearly agitated, looking at the closed screen door.
I stepped next to her and closed the heavy wooden door
behind her. "That's what they make doors for."
"Jesus Kim! BEARS?"
"Adam said they were pretty harmless, unless you're
carrying food or something. Then just give the bear what it wants and it'll go
away. Hell, it's not all that much worse than a panhandler, is it? Give em what
they want and they'll go away! "
"A bear isn't a panhandler!" Amy said sharply.
“Yeah, and Grizzlies are a bigger concern, though, but
they are so rare, this close to the ski resort.” I added. “If you
have any scent of food on you, they could track you down from miles
away.”
It was getting dark in the cabin with the sun quickly going
down and only the fire in the fireplace throwing dancing shadows around the
cabin walls. I walked to the table and lit the oil lamp hanging above it and
turned the wick up to cast a pleasant orangish glow around the room.
"Well. Maybe we better heat up some water and clean up before bed," I
said as I moved to the stove and used the water jug to fill the big pot on the
stove.
"Clean up how?" Amy asked, looking around.
"Sponge bath sweetie!" Kim said with a grin.
"You know, it's a lot more fun if you don't do it alone."
"Maybe for you, but if you don't mind I'm more than capable
of washing myself," Amy answered, crossing her arms across her chest.
"Besides, no one is going to care if I smell like bug spray or not, since
I'm not sleeping with you two."
"There's only one bed sweetie. Where do you think
you're going to sleep?" Kim asked her.
"Just give me a blanket and I'll sleep on the
floor," she said, moving to her suitcase and knocking it over roughly. She
unzipped it, pulled out a pair of running type sweat pants and sweat shirt and
pulled them on, before digging into the case for a pair of socks. She walked to
the bed, pulled one of the several blankets off the bed, walked to the
fireplace and lay down on the floor, wrapped in the blanket and curled up.
I shrugged to Kim and didn't say anything before getting our
towels and wash rags from where they were hanging. The water wasn't really as
warm as I'd like, but it was good enough. I carried it to the corner and poured
it into the basin on the little corner table. Kim and I washed each other as we
had been doing every night, before drying each other and retiring to the bed. I
turned out the oil lamp, stepped to the fireplace and added a couple logs and
then stepped over the still awake Amy before climbing into bed with Kim.
Morning came as it usually did up on the mountains, early!
There weren't any windows facing east in the cabin for one main reason, because
being that high up dawn came long before dawn came down in the valley below. It
wasn't a surprise for me to look at my watch and see that it was barely past
six AM. I lay snuggled up against Kim, feeling her warm body heat as she felt
me move and snuggled her back against me a little tighter. I lay my arm back
down around her body and felt her hand pull mine against her soft breast,
sighing contentedly as she squeezed my hand against her soft mound. I closed my
eyes and tried to not let the feeling of her hot body against mine cause my
cock to harden any more than it was, a somewhat lost cause.
I'd been waking up this way all week, my hardening cock
starting to press against her thighs until she felt it and moved it between her
legs and against her hot wet pussy. I had to admit it was a very pleasant way
to start each morning. With my eyes closed my mind was free to picture any
number of instances of sex, but seemed most frequently to enjoy playing the
image of her sitting astride me in the bottom of the little boat, bouncing
wildly up and down my cock, her big tits flying wildly up and down and side to
side as she pounded herself down on my shaft over and over. It was an extremely
pleasant memory and soon had my dick rock hard, trying to push itself between
her legs. She must have felt it and lifted one leg, sliding my hard cock up to
her hot wet pussy before letting her leg press down once again, trapping me in
a soft hot cave of thigh flesh.
I felt her fingers first, soft and warm, teasing around and
under my engorged head as it stuck out slightly between her thighs. Her
breathing was still soft and regular, almost as if she were asleep, but her
fingers told me another story altogether. She continued to tease my head as she
pressed me up against her wet pussy, her fingers slipping occasionally off my
head to stroke her own clitoris. Finally she moved her hips slightly, pulling
herself away from me enough to press my head up between her wet lips and then
back again, my cock slowly sliding into her as her body expanded to accept the
intruder.
Her hips rocked slowly, only a few inches, trying not to
make the old wooden bed squeak as we made love. In and out I slid, only a very
small amount, my cock staying deep inside her. Her breathing changed, as did
mine, as she slowly, patiently worked both of us toward climax. It was almost
impossible to not push back at her as each stroke slid my cock deep inside her
and caressed my head and shaft. Her pussy was almost a perfect fit in this
position, my head gently bumping the end of her tunnel with each stroke.
"Oh fuck," she whispered as we drew closer, her
pussy clearly wetter with each passing moment. I squeezed and kneaded her
breast, my finger and thumb occasionally pinching and twis
24 min
October 25 Runways: Part 4
Amy’s Trip to the Rockies
By m storyman x – listen to the ►
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Stories.

"All I know is she wanted you to follow the directions
in the note. I have no idea what it is, but as long as it doesn't crash the
plane, I'd say it'd be best to do them. I mean you know how damn irritating she
can get when her suggestions aren't followed."
"Suggestions? Is that what you call em?"
"She thinks they're suggestions." I chuckled.
"She does?"
"Yeah." I said.
"So. In the last three days, you two have, what?
Chatted?"
"Well, there isn't all that much to do up there if you
don't fish or hike, and you know how much she loves the outdoors."
"Yeah. Sometimes I wonder if she'd even go outside at
all if she could avoid it." Amy said.
"I understand. So what's the note say?"
"Just some personal stuff."
"Personal stuff?" I persisted.
"Yeah. You know. Personal stuff."
"Okay. So that personal stuff made me fly all the way
back to Chicago, not counting the nearly two hours of a rough Jeep ride down
the mountain and back up. I'd kinda like to know what kind of personal stuff
was so important."
"She's mad at me." Amy admitted.
"About?" I asked as I leveled the plane off at
fifteen thousand feet. "Hang on a second. "Chicago center. X-ray
Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven level at fifteen thousand."
"Roger X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. Contact
Minneapolis center on three two one point three zero. Have a good day!"
"Roger Chicago center. Switching to Minneapolis center
on three two one three zero." I answered. Before turning back to Amy.
"So why's she mad at you?"
"Because of you."
"Me?" I asked.
"Uh huh. You told her that I would sleep with you for a
weekend if you took her with you."
"Yeah. I did. Just kinda came out in a
discussion." I explained.
"A discussion? Must have been some discussion."
"Actually, it was an angry one. But then that first day
we had more than one of those."
"I take it she didn't much like the trip?"
"She didn't like the ride up to the cabin, she didn't
like that there's no indoor plumbing, she didn't like that there's no cell
phone service up there, no electricity, and no computer. Should I go on? It
only took me about five minutes and I'd had enough and threw her in the lake.
The conversation came later."
"So you what? Threatened to bring her home and she's
now refusing?"
"Something like that. Said she wasn't going anywhere
until I went and got you. So here I am."
"So here we are," she agreed. "What was so
bad about the ride to the cabin?"
I looked over at her sitting in her high heels and light
weight mini-dress, the front plunge neckline cut down well below her very hefty
breasts, thinking just how much fun I was going to have on the drive up the
mountain, since that particular style dress pretty much prevented wearing any
kind of bra. I'd always thought she had pretty nice looking tits, though I'd
never seen them bare. I suspected that before the day was out I would.
We made good time and soon landed at Crested Butte. Ten
minutes of work to prep the plane for storage again and we were off in the
well-worn Jeep. As the wind whipped around through the missing doors it kept
blowing her skirt up her legs. I couldn't help but grin to myself at the sight
of her lacy pink panties, the hard cock growing in my shorts. While I found Kim
attractive, physically, I found Amy attractive in many more ways. I'd always
wondered why she's spurned my obvious flirts, until Kim dropped the bomb on me
that the two of them were more than just friends, but lovers as well. But even
knowing that didn't stop my body from reacting to the attraction I felt for
her.
I turned off the highway and onto the gravel road, the Jeep
bouncing and jolting at each hole, making her large tits bounce enticingly in
the dress top. My stiff cock was almost uncomfortable in my shorts by the time
I pulled off the gravel onto the winding dirt track I called a road up to the
cabin. We bounced and jostled over the rough track, Amy's lovely boobs bouncing
clear out of the top of her dress every so often.
"It's getting late. We should have stopped for
supper," she said, hanging onto the seat with one hand and the windshield
with the other
"Not a problem. Kim said she'd have dinner ready when
we got back," I said as I gripped the wheel with both hands as I
approached the same log that Kim had stripped at.
"Kim? Cook? You do live dangerously!" she said as
the front wheels launched over the log, the Jeep coming down hard on the other
side. I eased the rear wheels up to the log and bounced over it, stopping on
the other side. I shut the engine down, letting the sounds of the wind through
the pines waft over us.
"So. This is pretty much where it started."
"Where what started?" Amy was confused.
"The conversations. She was having some wardrobe
trouble, kind of like you," I said nodding down toward the front of her
dress where one of her large round breasts had shifted enough to completely
expose one of her nipples and about half of her areola.
She looked down, squeaked a little and pulled her dress top
to cover her exposed nipple. "Sorry about that," she mumbled, blushing
a little.
"No need to apologize. I've been enjoying the
view," I answered honestly. "Anyway, she was having more trouble than
that, and I said I'd let her change into something more appropriate.
Surprisingly, her version of more appropriate was to get completely
naked."
"She stripped? Right here?"
"Uh huh. Rode the rest of the way up to the cabin
naked. Worked out okay though. That way she didn't have a lot of wet clothes
when I threw her in the lake."
"Well, she's been seen by a lot of guys naked. I guess
you're just one more on the list."
"Yeah. Sorta. I agreed that it wasn't fair and let her
convince me to strip too."
"You? You stripped naked with her?"
"Well, after her, but yeah," I said suddenly
feeling a little self conscious.
"And she wanted you to?" Amy marveled.
"She said it was the fair thing to do."
"Sometimes I don't understand her."
"Well, you'll understand this less then. She wanted you
to do the same thing. Something about if you showed up at the cabin dressed
that she'd personally throw You into the lake, and the lake isn't exactly
warm."
"She wants me to strip? In front of you?"
"That's what she said."
"And if I don't?"
"You get thrown in the lake, and just so you know, the
lake temperature right now is about sixty degrees."
"And what? You're supposed to just sit there and watch
me?"
"Nope. I'm supposed to strip with you." I added.
"Wait. She wants both of us to get naked? What's she
thinking?"
"She's your boss. You tell me." I rebutted.
"Well, I'm not going to! Not in front of you!" she
said, crossing her arms over her chest.
I looked down at my watch. "Well, we've got plenty of
time. You made better time to the airport than I expected," I said,
leaning back and putting one foot up on the hump between the seats.
She sat for long seconds, her arms crossed in front of her.
"Why?" she finally asked.
"Why what?"
"Why do I have to get naked?"
"I guess because she wants you too."
"I think it's just to humiliate me."
"Humiliate you? How so? I mean weren't you the one that
suggested that you'd have sex with me for a whole weekend to get me to take her
on vacation with me? I mean, come on now. Getting undressed in front of me is
now somehow humiliating? You'd have to have gotten undressed in front of me for
that, right?"
"Well. Yeah."
"So getting undressed to get me to take her wouldn't
be, but getting undressed after I did, is?"
"That does sound kind of stupid, doesn't it?" Amy
admitted.
"Uh huh."
"So you have to get undressed too?" She said, not
quite believing my claims.
"That's what she said."
"Okay. So you go first." Amy negotiated.
"Alright. As long as you realize that I'm not moving
this Jeep until you're naked," I said as I moved to climb out of the Jeep.
I pulled my t-shirt off and tossed it on the seat, quickly skimming my shorts
off and tossing them on the pile I was making. I took a quick, deep breath and
pushed down my boxer briefs, my hard cock poking out and waving around as I
lifted each leg to step out of my underwear. I added the underwear to the pile
and then moved the whole pile between the seats. "Okay. Your turn," I
said as I sat back down in the bucket seat, my dick sticking up like a flag
pole.
She sat, staring at my engorged shaft and mushroom head. "God
you're hard. Are you turned on by this? By me getting naked?"
"A bit," I answered honestly. "I mean you
know that I've been attracted to you since I met you. I’ve been upfront
about that. Having your tits popping out of that dress all the way up here hasn't
hurt any either."
The Requisite Nude Arrival
"God damn. Men are all the same. Fine. You wanna see me
naked?" she asked as she undid her seat belt and stepped out of the Jeep.
She quickly pulled the dress up and over her head, tossing it between the seats
before reaching down and pushing the tiny pink lace panties down and off, her
easily D cup tits swinging side to side as she stepped from foot to foot. Her
nipples were nearly as large around as my index finger, sticking out almost as
far as they were wide, each one centered in the middle of a three inch or
larger pink circle of puckered areola. Her stomach was trim, but not muscular,
and her thighs looked creamy and soft. Unlike Kim, she wasn't uniformly tanned,
leaving large cream colored triangle shaped patches on each breast and between
her legs. Unlike Kim, she wasn't shaved, but had a nicely trimmed little arrow
of dark auburn curls pointing toward her fat puffy pussy lips.
I lost sight of her below the waist as she walked around the
Jeep, stopping at the door space next to my seat. "Well? You wanna do it
here?"
"Huh?" I asked stupidly.
She stepped to the side and rested her hands on the back
fender, bending over and sticking her ass out, her big tits swinging below her
chest. "That's the idea isn't it? That's what all you guys want. Get em
naked and then fuck em? Well, I promised you a fuck, why not come get it?"
I shook my head in amazement. "You know. This is the
kind of thing I'd have expected from Kim. Not you. You've always been nice,
sweet, gentle. This... This is... This is just not the YOU I've seen."
"Well, it's the me you get when you wanna treat me like
a piece of meat. So come fuck me and get it over with."
I didn't bother to move from my seat. "Yeah. I'd love
to have sex with you. But not like this," I said shaking my head.
"Why not? You're a guy, right? Isn't that the goal?
Strip um and fuck um?"
"Not all guys are like that. I’m surprised by
your bigoted prejudices"
"The hell they aren't," she said as she
straightened up and started back around the Jeep. She climbed in and buckled
her seat belt. "Well. I'm naked. Let's go."
"If you say so." I answered, reaching down and
starting the engine. I was more than a little surprised at her sudden change in
demeanor, and I had no idea what had caused it. Since I'd known her she'd been
nothing but sweet. While the naked thing, suggested by Kim, was supposed to be
a bit of an ice breaker between the two of us, something that Kim THOUGHT that
Amy wanted. Now I wasn't so sure. Maybe going to get her had been a big
mistake. Maybe something in the note, which I hadn't read, and now wished I had,
was provoking this response. Either way, I wasn't nearly as turned on as I was
only minutes ago. Even watching her bare breasts bounce and sway as we made our
way up the rough road wasn't having the effect on me one would expect. No,
suddenly I wasn't convinced that the rest of the week was going to be all that
my mind had conjured up. "So. What did her note say?" I asked as we
bounced through a particularly deep rut.
"Just some stuff," she said evasively.
"Is that what's got you upset?" I asked, gripping
the wheel tightly and glancing over at her.
"Partly."
"Partly? What's the other part?"
"You." She blurted.
"Me? What did I do?"
"Well, for one thing, you weren't exactly honest with
me."
I was pretty sure I knew what she was talking about, me
telling her it was an emergency to get her out here. But I wasn't going to
offer.
"How so?" I asked, instead.
She twisted herself in her seat and glared at me. "You
said this was an emergency. Somehow, getting naked in the woods with you
doesn't FEEL like an emergency. You also got naked with Kim. That by itself
isn't exactly normal. Have you been fucking her too?"
I stopped the Jeep and looked over at her. "I thought
you two were lovers. What makes you think that she'd even have any interest in
having sex with a guy, let alone me?"
"Just the fact that she told you that, makes me believe
something else is going on here. She wouldn't say that unless you'd tried to
push yourself on her. Is that what made her so mad? You got naked around her
and couldn't keep your hands off of her? I thought you were different. I though
you weren't like other guys, wanting to get into her pants just because of how
she looks. How could I have been so wrong?"
"I think you better ask her," I answered with a
frown, dropping the Jeep into a lower gear and letting out the clutch again. I
was suddenly glad that the cabin was only a couple more turns away.
We rolled into the grassy front yard of the cabin, the road
just sort of ending where the ground leveled out. Kim must have heard us drive
in, stepping out of the door as we rolled to a stop a dozen yards from the
front porch. She was wearing high heel wedges. and a flowery, flowing dress
that was semi-sheer, her body teasingly visible through the thin material.
Somehow she'd managed to get her hair done up and makeup on so that she looked
every bit the model as she did when she stepped onto the plane four days ago.
"AMY!" Kim said cheerfully as she stepped off the
porch toward us. "Oh. I see that Adam took my suggestion. Did you enjoy
the drive up naked as much as I did?"
"Your suggestion? I thought it was an order. A direct
command," Amy said sharply, as she looked over at me climbing out of the
Jeep.
"Well, suggestion, order. They're pretty much the same,
aren't they?"
"Not so much," Amy said as she slipped out of the
seat. "So how much has he taken advantage of you?" Amy wanted to
know.
"Taken advantage of me? Why would you think such a
thing? He has been the consummate gentleman. He's shown me things that I had no
idea existed, and he's included me in things that I never thought I'd do."
Amy looked at me as Kim hooked an arm around her shoulders
and drew her toward the cabin while I pulled her suitcase from the back of the
Jeep. "He didn't force himself on you? Make you have sex with him?"
Kim laughed. "Make me? When has any man ever MADE me
have sex with them?"
"But you told him about us. You told him about our
relationship," Amy said in confusion as Kim led her into the one room
cabin with me following behind her with her suitcase.
"I did. I thought it was important for him to know, if
we were going to be sleeping together. Adam is trustworthy. He earned my trust,
and more importantly, my respect."
"Sleeping together as in sleeping, or sleeping together
as in fucking?" Amy asked.
"Yes," Kim answered simply.
"So he did force himself on you!"
"Certainly Not!" Kim answered. "No. he
didn't. In fact, the first time we did anything we were laying on the top of
the mountain in the sun and I asked him, actually I pulled his hand between my
legs, and he fingered me off to a very pleasant orgasm. Sex didn't come until
later."
"So you asked him for sex?"
"I did. And to his credit, he even resisted. He was a
perfect gentleman that first night. Even rolling over so that I had privacy
while I cleaned up. I wasn't exactly used to washing myself in a little pan of
hot water, but I made due. The next day we went on a hike and he showed me the
top of the mountain. That's where we played with each other. And yes, it was My
request. Even then, with me laying completely naked next to him, my hand
rubbing his quite pleasant cock, he still didn't press me for sex. It wasn't
until after the storm and getting warmed up by the fire that I made love to
him. I took the initiative and yes my sweet Amy, I made love to him right here
in front of the fireplace."
"But you swore off men years ago."
"As did you. Do you remember why?"
"Yeah. Men are thick headed jerks that want nothing
more than to bang you and leave you like a used piece of trash," Amy said
with a frown.
"We were wrong, Amy. Not all men are that way. Some are
even pretty decent. But there are some that are even more than decent. The one
thing that Adam did that really changed my mind about him was that he threw me
in the lake!"
"And that told you he was a nice guy? Hell it sounds
like he was being mean."
"On the contrary," Kim said as she started moving
around the small room, setting plates on the table. "I was the one being
mean. In fact, I was being a royal pain in his ass. And because of that, he
threw me in the lake. He’s a man of his word.”
"Doesn't sound like a very nice thing to do."
Kim pulled a tray from the ice box and carried it to the
small counter by the stove. "Actually, it was exactly what he said he'd
do. And he did it, despite the fact that I could have fired his ass for
it!" she said as she lit two burners on the stove.
"What are you doing," Naked Amy asked, stepping
over to the stove to see what Kim was doing.
"Cooking dinner. Fried potatoes and fresh trout."
"But you don't know how to cook!"
"I know how to cook this. Adam taught me. Very
patiently I might add," Kim said with a smile. "And you know what?
The fish? I caught them and cleaned them myself!" she said proudly.
"You? You went fishing?"
"I did. Adam taught me how to cast the fly and coached
me. I caught all three of these," she said with a smile. "I never
knew something like that could be so much fun!"
Amy looked at me in confusion. "So this isn't an
emergency where you're refusing to come home until I come get you?"
"Well. In honesty, I wouldn't call it an emergency. But
yes. I was refusing to come home until you came," Kim answered as she carefully
placed potato slices into the oil she'd poured in one of the big cast iron
pans. "Now you and Adam go sit on the bed while I cook."
"On the bed?" Amy asked.
"Of course. It's much more comfortable than these hard
wooden chairs," she said, as she turned toward me.
"Go on Adam. Out of the kitchen! I mean it. Go
sit with her on the bed. No better yet, why don't you lay down with her. Much
more comfortable. And before you ask, Amy, no, you can not put any clothes
on." Kim gave clear orders.
"Why?" Amy asked, her brow furled.
"Because. Since you two met several months ago, he's
had a thing for you. He tried to ask you out, but that didn't fly. So now that
he's seen you naked, I’s you’
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October 24 Runways: Part 3
Runways: Part 3
A Mountaintop Experience
By m_storyman_x – listen to the
Podcast at Steamy
Stories.

"So where are we headed?" the supermodel asked as
we walked across the grassy yard of the cabin towards the tree line.
"Someplace special," was all I answered, as I
aimed us for the small trail that looked like it led around the lake. The hike
wasn't long, only about a half an hour, but it was up hill all the way. We
finally broke free of the pines at the base of a barren rocky hillside. I held
a hand out for her. "Let me help you here. I don't want you to fall."
"Okay, but this hike is getting me too damned
hot." she answered. She pulled her gauze white blouse over her head and
tied it around her slender waist. Then taking my hand and letting me help her
up the rock strewn hillside.
I had a hard time not paying attention to the way her tits
swung and bounced with each step, turning my cock once again rock hard before
we had made it even a portion of the way up the hill, on my father’s
mountaintop land. But we continued climbing, little trickles of sweat running
down her naked top, down between and around her breasts as we climbed. She was
clearly not used to this kind of effort, but I had to admit, for a change she made
no complaint. "Here we are." I said as I let go of her hand and stood
on the top of the rocky hill, able to look all the way around us. "This is
the top of the mountain. Highest point around. Well except for those peaks over
there. But they're way too steep to climb without special gear. This is the top
of what the locals call baldy.
"It's beautiful! You can see for miles," she said,
moving slowly around me, looking in every direction at the land laid out far
below us. "It's like being on an airplane without the airplane!"
"Yeah. Sorta is, isn't it? Ready for some lunch?"
"I am!" She said as she came over and sat down
next to me on the rock. I dug in the bag and pulled out sandwiches and bottles
of water. "That's yours," she said, pointing to the one made on rye.
"I think I heard someplace you liked rye bread."
"I do actually. Thank you!" I answered, smiling at
her and taking the sandwich from her. "You know. I think this is the
nicest you've been to me since I've known you."
"Thank you. Self-preservation I guess. I don't want to
get thrown in that damn lake again," she said with a giggle.
"Well, I haven't seen any reason to do it again,
so...mission accomplished."
"Adam," she said quietly.
"Yeah?"
"I know you don't particularly like me. But I want to
thank you for bringing me up here."
"Aw hell. I don't dislike you. I just didn't expect you
to be quite so..."
"Bitchy?" She finished for me.
"Yeah, bitchy." I agreed. "When you relax and
try to be a normal person you can be quite... Not sure what word to use
there."
"Captivating... alluring... sexy...enticing?" She
suggested, each time getting a shake of my head.
"Pleasant."
"Pleasant?" she asked curiously.
"Uh huh. Pleasant.” I elaborated. “Pleasant
to look at, pleasant to be around, pleasant to talk to. Pleasant."
"Hmm, I would have thought your description would be
more sexual than that. Most guys are."
"I'll admit you're hot, but well, the idea of sex isn't
exactly the first thing I'd say I think about when I see you."
"That hardon you had while we were cleaning fish didn't
say you weren't thinking about sex. And the hardon you have now doesn't say you
aren't interested in sex."
"Are you enticing, sexually? Of course you are. That's
why you get paid what you do. Guys look at you and they wanna fuck you." I
answered.
"But you don't? Come on. With that hardon?"
"Okay. I'll admit it. My body is interested in
exploring your dark damp spaces. But to be honest, I'm actually just enjoying
being able to share something like this view with you as a regular person, not
a multi-million dollar super model."
"If I was a regular person, would you want to fuck
me?"
"God what is it with you and fuck? Do you know any
other way to say it?” I asked, looking into her eyes. “ Fucking is
what you do with someone you don't care about."
"So what do you want me to call it?"
"Have sex, make love. Either work, if you care about a
person. If not, I suppose fucking is as good a word as any to say it."
Kim suddenly stood up and undid the front of her shorts. She
pushed them down her legs and stepped out of them so she was naked except for
her shoes.
"What are you doing?" I asked as she leaned down
and started undoing the front of my shorts.
"Getting you naked," she said as if that were the
most natural thing in the world to do at that moment.
"Why?" I asked, reaching for her hand to stop her.
"For the simple reason that you don't want to fuck
me."
"So, you want to get me naked why then?"
She let go of my pants and stood over me, straightening up
and looking around. "Actually, I thought you might want to just lay here
in the sun naked with me. Because we can. We have the luxury of wonderful
privacy, thanks to your family’s wonderful cabin and land. You don't have
to though. I understand," she said, stepping across me and sitting on the
rock again. She lay back and closed her eyes, letting her body soak in the sun
on her front and heat from the rock on her back side. “This nudity is
awesome! Now I think I understand the naturalists!”
I looked at her for long seconds, trying to understand her.
I stood up next to her and pushed my shorts off, freeing my rock hard cock to
stick out in the sunshine. I skimmed off my t-shirt and dropped it next to my
shorts and then lay down next to her in the sun.
I lost track of how long we lay there, the sun baking the
two of us. I started to think that maybe I'd get a good burn laying here too
long and was about to suggest that we head back down when I felt her hand find
mine. She stroked the back of my hand with her fingers, gently teasing her
finger tips and nails on my skin. I lay there for long minutes as she stroked
my hand before she wrapped her fingers around my hand and drew it up off the
rock to her body, placing it gently on her hip, moving her fingers from around
it back to the back of my hand again, stroking my hand as my palm and fingers
lay on her bare skin. I really didn't know what she expected or wanted, and I
really didn't want to ruin the surprisingly pleasant mood she had been in.
She gently used her fingers to coax my hand more onto her
body, working it closer to her bare mound until she had coaxed my finger to
rest on the firm hump only inches from her pussy.
"Would you like to touch me?" She asked softly.
"Do you want me to?"
"I wouldn't mind if you did," she said a little
breathlessly, her hand leaving mine and reaching across to gently rest on me,
her finger tips brushing my long since softened cock.
"Kim. Are you horny?" I whispered.
"Yes," she whispered back. "I really want to
come but i want you to do it."
"Why?"
"Do I need a reason?"
"No, but I do." I answered her.
"What if I can't explain it?"
"When you can, tell me." I whispered, starting to
draw my hand away from her.
"No! Please!" She practically begged, grabbing my
hand with her other hand. She held my hand and pulled it down toward the
juncture of her legs, spreading her legs and moving one across mine to give my
hand access to her pussy. "Please," She whispered.
I nodded, as much to myself as to her, and gently let my
fingers stroke her surprisingly wet pussy lips. I felt her wetness as I dipped
one finger between her lips, feeling her slick hot juices. She moaned softly,
her fingers now stroking along my hardening cock, teasing along its length,
concentrating on and around my head as my fingers gently stroked up and down
her lips. I let my finger tease just into the entrance to her tunnel and then
up to her clit, her hips trying to lift off the rocks toward my fingers with
each stroke.
"Do you like touching me?" She whispered
breathlessly as her hand wrapped around my hard cock, giving it a gentle
squeeze. "So you like me touching you?"
"Uh huh." I answered honestly.
"I'm glad. I like how you feel too," she said
softly. I concentrated on her clit, still sliding my finger down to her tunnel
entrance and back again, but spending longer and longer each trip circling and
teasing her clit, her hips lifting and rocking, her body wiggling and writhing
on the rocks as my fingers drove her body closer and closer to climax. "Oh
gawd, Adam. You're going to make me come!" She moaned loudly. "You're
going to make me come."
While I was stroking her pussy she was busy stroking my
cock, her hand moving slowly up and down my shaft, sliding all the way up to my
head and over it, pushing my under used cock closer to shooting as well.
"Shit. I'm going to come." I groaned, trying to hold back while I
concentrated on her clit.
"Do it!" She moaned loudly. "Let me make you
come too! Oh shit I'm so close. So close."
"Oh Fuck!" I grunted loudly as my orgasm hit, my
hips bucking up off the rocks and shooting a stream of cum into the air,
gravity taking hold and drawing it back down to land on my cock and her hand
before another shot could lance up into the air.
"Oh god. You're coming!" She cried softly as she
felt my cock surging in her hand, her own climax deciding at that moment to
unleash its chemical cocktail of hormones into her blood stream, making her
whole body shake and tremble. "Fuck!" She groaned as she held my
cock, her own body climaxing and leaking her juices between her legs onto the
hot rocks.
I lay there, still stroking her clit, not really able to pay
all that much attention to what I was doing as my own climax surged through me,
pumping shot after shot of cum out to collect on my chest, cock and her hand.
She reached down to my hand and pressed hers over mine, stopping my motions but
holding my fingers to her hot wet pussy.
We lay there panting for long minutes before she let go of
my cock and hand, pushing herself up onto one elbow to look at me. She leaned
herself toward me, her tits pressing against my side and chest as she brought
her face toward mine, her lips gently kissing my lips, her tongue teasing my
lips softly. I kissed her back, letting her choose the pace and duration. She
finally chose to break the long soft sensual kiss, holding her lips barely
brushing against mine as she whispered a single short statement. "Thank
you." Her eyes looking deeply into mine
Thought she was done, but to my surprise she tilted her body
over farther, her lips kissing my chest and then one of my nipples. She gently,
slowly kissed her way down my body, finding the remains of my cum on my chest
and gently licking it off of my skin before kissing lower. I couldn't help but
get hard again at her attentions, my cock, growing in her hand as she kissed
and licked closer and closer to it. The woman had a huge appetite for sensual
pleasures.
"You sure you want to do that?" I asked as she
opened her mouth and closed it around my head, engulfing me with her hot lips.
In response she swirled her tongue around my head, teasing me and gently moving
her mouth up and down my shaft, teasing my again hard cock even harder as she
stroked my shaft with her hand and lips. "Oh god." I groaned as she
worked my cock slowly, teasingly. Her hot mouth teased my head and her tongue
worked under and around my head, trying to find where I was most sensitive, and
locating that spot with her tongue when I suddenly jerked in response to her
touch. "Oh damn." Groaned, noticing a sound in the background, but
not quite making the connection to anything more than another groan coming from
my lips.
"Oh god Kim." I groaned softly, my hips trying to
lift toward her mouth as she worked my shaft. "So damn good."
"Oh!" She cried suddenly, pulling her mouth from
my cock.
I didn't need to ask. I knew exactly what surprised her
before I could ask. The cold drops started large and slow, the mixture of sun
and ice cold rain drops a huge surprise.
"Shit!" I grunted, sitting up and looking around. I
could see it now. I'd heard the thunder and not connected the danger. Being on
a mountain top weather wasn't what one expected. The sun was still shining from
the west, but the clouds rolling up the mountain side from the north were just
starting to top the mountain, the updraft carrying the first drops of rain up
into the air to fall on us miles from the edge of the clouds. "We have to
go!" I said abruptly, standing up and grabbing the backpack. I stuffed our
clothes into the pack and grabbed her hand. "Now!" I said sternly.
"I'm not afraid of a little rain. Slow down!" She
said, pulling back at me.
"Kim, you're not going to be in a gentle rain. And it's
not going to be particularly warm." I said as I tried to pull her along.
"You're at the top of a mountain. In a few minutes were going to be inside
the clouds that are making this rain and what falls is going to feel like
liquid ice. Think thawed blizzard." I said, pulling her without stopping.
"Oh shit." Kim answered as the first wisps of
cloud blew across the landscape in front of us. We were still a ways from the
trees when the heavier fog rolled in over us, almost immediately chilling us
with its clinging moisture.
"Come on." I said, wrapping an arm around her
shoulders and guiding her to where I knew the trees had to be, even though we
couldn't see them for the thick fog. I preferred the fog, knowing what was
coming next. I'd been caught in one of these on the lake once, only a short
fifteen minutes from the cabin, but it was a miserable fifteen minutes that
took hours to feel like I had warmed up from. This time we were a lot farther
away and a whole lot less dressed.
"You know where the trail is?" Kim asked with
concern.
"Yeah," I lied, "Just watch your step and
we'll be fine." At least I thought I knew where the trail was, I just
wasn't positive we hadn't wandered off target towards the cliff or the other
direction toward the long slope that would take us eventually down to the lodge
a couple thousand feet lower. We'd never even see it in this fog and if we
could we'd have hypothermia long before we got there. "Stupid. I should
have watched closer." I muttered as we walked, a few small trees appearing
in front of us.
"You couldn't know it was coming." Kim said as
larger trees started to appear though the fog.
"My job to watch. You couldn’t know, but
I’ve made this mistake before. It’s something you vow to never let
happen again. That is, if you survive the first time." I answered, as I
turned us a bit farther to my right, hoping to find the trail ahead of me.
"I let myself get distracted. I hadn't planned on staying up there that
long."
"Well, for what it's worth, I'm not blaming you."
"But I am." I said, angry at myself.
She frowned at me and almost snapped at me. "Knock it
off. I'm a big girl. I can make my own choices. You don't have to protect me. I
didn't ask for you to protect me. I asked for you to share something with me.
Something I wanted and something I enjoyed. So we get a little cold on the way
home. Deal with it!"
Kim’s Hypothermic Therapy
"Keep that thought." I muttered as I finally found
the gap in the trees that heralded the trail. Forty minutes later we walked out
of the woods into clearing of the cabin, both of us shivering uncontrollably in
the torrential downpour of icy drops. Kim had been stumbling for the last half
mile, her legs losing their coordination, the first sign of serious
hypothermia. I carried her the last 200 feet to the cabin. We stumbled into the
cabin and I dropped her into one of the chairs and grabbed a towel from my bag
and moved to her, rubbing her body all over and then grabbing the heavy wool
quilt and wrapping it around her.
Still shivering myself, I used the sticks in the firewood
box next to the fireplace to build a small fire, my hands almost shaking too
hard to get the match struck. The small flame grew in the sticks and I
carefully fed larger sticks and then small pine logs onto the fire, allowing it
to quickly grow so that I didn't have to huddle over it to feel its heat. With
the flames growing larger I stripped off the wet clothing that was robbing my
body’s heat. I stepped to the chair and scooped Kim from it, drawing her
with me to the bearskin rug in front of the fire. I peeled the blanket from around
her shivering body and pulled her to me, pressing her bare skin against mine. I
sat on the thick fur rug, then reached a hand up to Kim, to come lay on my
chest. Then I wrapped the wool quilt over the two of us and lay down across the
front of the fire, letting the heat slowly warm the quilt and the two of us
inside it. I closed my eyes, my arms wrapped around her, holding her chest
against mine, our legs tangled together in the blanket as we shivered together.
The shakes soon turned into drowsiness.
Her kisses woke me. Soft, gentle, caring. Soft sweet tender
kisses on my cheeks, my nose and my lips, each one slow and unhurried. As I
became more awake I could feel that we had warmed, no longer feeling the cold
of the rain but the heat of the fire still seeping through the blanket.
She’d slid over to my side, with one of her naked legs slung over mine. I
could also feel her hand between us, wrapped around my cock, gently, slowly,
tenderly stroking me as she kissed me.
"Kim." I started to say, as I rolled a bit to face
her.
"Shush," she whispered before planting another
soft kiss on my lips to quiet me.
I felt her push with one leg, gently returning me onto my
back, leaving her partly on top of me. She continued her kisses, softly and
seductively kissing my lips as she teased my cock harder by the moment, finally
using her knees to lift her hips up from mine, her soft tits still pressed
against my chest. I felt her slide herself up my body as she pushed my dick
down between her legs, guiding my engorged head to her wet lips. I felt
emotionally safe with her. She’d become a completely different person in
less than 24 hours.
"Kim." I whispered as she straddled over me, then
pushed herself back, letting go of my shaft and sliding her arm up my body to
rest on the furry rug next to my body.
"Shush," she half whispered, half moaned as she
pushed herself back down my body, lowering her mouth to mine and pressing her
lips to mind as my cock was slowly enveloped by her hot cunt. "Yum"
she moaned as she lifted her chest from mine, and worked her knees up next to
my hips.
"Oh damn." I moaned as she lifted her lips from
mine, her hips slowly rocking up and down, sliding her pussy on and off my
rigid dick, working me deeper and deeper into her tunnel.
"That's it. Just enjoy. Let me do this, please,"
she whispered. She was making love to me. Not just desiring sex. She wanted to
please me.
I was beyond wanting to stop her. Between her attentions on
the mountain top and her attentions now, my body was more than ready to let her
have her way. I let my hands slide up her hips and sides, reaching for her
breasts. She grinned down at me and one by one, reached for my hands and pulled
them away from her breasts, moving them to next to my own head and holding them
there, clasped with her own as she slowly rocked on me, her rock hard nipples
grazing back and forth across my chest with each stroke.
"Does it feel good Adam?"
"Very!" I groaned back as she continued to stroke
on and off of me, the heat from the fire and the heat from our bodies making us
both sweat in our loose cocoon. I could feel her soft tunnel stroking my shaft,
teasing my engorged head with
33 min
October 23 Runways: Part 2
Runways: Part 2
The Taming of the Shrew
"I told you what I'd do if you pissed me off." I
said as she walked past me.
By m_storyman_x – listen to the
Podcast at Steamy
Stories.

"That water was fucking cold!"
"Uh huh. Matches your attitude. I think if I were you
I'd warm it up a bit or you might be sleeping out in the jeep."
"You wouldn't!"
"The hell I wouldn't." I said with a scowl.
"Remember the rules. This is my fucking vacation. You're along because I said
you could, not to baby or pamper you or put up with your diva shit. If you
don't like it, the road works two ways.
"Fine! I'm outa here!" She said stomping off
toward the jeep. She climbed into the front seat and turned the key, the jeep
lurching forward before coming to a stop again. "What's wrong with this
thing?"
"It's a stick shift." I said with a frown as I
turned and walked back into the cabin.
"Okay. So I don't know how to make it work," she
said quietly as she came in and closed the door quietly behind herself.
"Not surprised. Come eat." I said, dishing some
chili from the pot on the stove into two bowls. I was starved, having not
gotten any lunch and it was already half way to dinner. I sat down and dug into
my bowl, ignoring her.
She slipped gently into the seat across from me and meekly
apologized. "I'm sorry," she said barely above a whisper.
"Forgiven." I said simply, pushing a bowl of chili
across the table toward her. "Better eat."
She looked at the bowl cautiously. "Is it
organic?"
"Nope. Just plain cow and beans and spices." I
answered.
"I don't eat much meat," she said quietly, looking
at the bowl as if it might bite her.
"Well, then you're probably going to be hungry a lot of
the time, because I didn't bring a whole lot of vegetables and crap like
that." I said, reaching out to hand her a spoon.
She took the spoon and gingerly scooped a small bite from
the bowl, lifting it to her lips and tentatively tasting it. A few moments
later the spoon was emptied and headed back for another trip. "This is
good," she said with a little surprise in her voice.
"Thank you."
"You made it?"
"Uh huh."
"I didn't know you could cook."
"You never asked." I answered with a shrug.
"I don't know how," she said quietly.
"Guess you're going to have to learn." I answered
her, looking at her face pointed down at the bowl almost as if she were ashamed
to admit she couldn't cook. "Not to worry. I won't let you starve. Eat up
now. Maybe I'll teach you how to fish."
She looked up at me curiously and then back down at the
bowl, scooping another spoon of chili.
"Adam. Why are you doing this?"
"Doing what?" I asked between bites.
"This. Here. Me?"
I sighed and leaned back in my chair. "As a favor to
Amy."
"You like her, don't you?"
"Yeah. She's nice. Not interested in me, but nice just
the same."
"She might be interested in you. She talks about you.
I've heard her say your name when she comes."
I looked at her in surprise. "Huh? She does what?"
"She sometimes says your name when we're fucking. You
did know didn't you? That she was lesbian, right?"
"Uh, no. I didn't. Explains a lot though."
"Sorry," she said softly.
"Well, at least I know where I stand... with both of
you," I answered her between bites of my chili.
"Don't assume. The main reason I don't do guys is that
I hate having the guys coming on to me all the time. Makes me feel dirty or
something. Seems like every guy on the planet wants to get into my
panties."
"Can you blame them? I mean hell, you're one of the
hottest looking women on the planet. You could have the pick of any guy you
want."
"Who says I want a guy?"
"We all assume that, until you prove to us
different."
"Is that why you don't try to come on to me? Or is it
professional ethics?" I chuckled and didn't answer her, but continued
eating my chili. "Come on. I know you're turned on by how I look. I saw
that boner on the way up here."
"Didn't say your body didn't turn my body on. Hell,
sitting here looking at your bare tits turns my cock on. I'll admit that."
"But you don't want to come on to me?"
"Not particularly."
"Why?"
"When I took this job, I thought about it. Shit I had a
hard boner the whole time on those first few photo shoots I flew you too. But I
stopped going to them and stayed with the plane because it just wasn't that
interesting any longer."
"Why not?"
"You really want me to tell you?"
"Yes! I do!"
I set my spoon down and leaned back in my chair. "Even
if it hurts your feelings?"
She was silent for several long seconds. "Yes, even if
it hurts my feelings."
"Because the longer I knew you the more I realized that
you had a personality that was less than attractive."
"What do you mean?"
"You act like a class A bitch. No one likes a bitch,
especially a guy. Anyone I know that's gotten to know you feels the same
way." I said.
"Well, as you say, at least I know where I stand,"
she said tilting her head up defiantly.
"No. You don't. I fly you because I need the money.
You're here screwing up my vacation, the vacation that I've been planning for
six months because Amy begged me to take you. You had a stress attack. Your
body tried to shut itself down because you're over stressed and under rested.
She's afraid of something happening to you. She wanted you to get away and
relax so badly that she offered to spend a whole weekend having sex with me,
just so that I'd take you along."
"She did?!"
"She did. But I told her no. I only agreed to take you because
she threatened to find another pilot to fly you while I was gone, so you're
here so that I don't lose my job as your pilot."
She got up from the table and walked to the cabin door.
"Well you don't have to worry. I won't fire you, and since I'm stuck here
with you I won't be flying with anyone else. So you're safe. You don't have to
worry about being nice to me or doing anything for me. You clearly don't want
me here, so you do what you need and I'll just find something to keep me
busy," she said before turning and walking out the door. The rejection she
felt was deep & profound.
I shook my head, leaned over my bowl and finished the last
few bites. I cleaned up both our dishes, put the food in what served as a
refrigerator in the small cabin, and then dug into my gear, pulling on some
shorts and a shirt and then getting out my fishing gear. It took me about ten
minutes to get my rods put together, threaded and my artificial baits organized
to go fish.
I saw her sitting on the shore, still naked, looking out at
the lake as I walked to the little boat. I flipped it over, put the little
electric motor and the oars in the boat and then went back to the cabin for the
battery. I lugged the fifty plus pound battery out to the boat, settled it into
the back and then attached the cables. She was still sitting against the tree
as I pushed off and headed out onto the lake to fish.
It was dark by the time I came in. The moon was already up,
and while not full, it provided plenty of light for me to make it to shore and
then to the cabin. I reached into my pocket for the lighter that I knew was
there as I headed for the porch. I pulled the lantern down from the hook on the
porch, pumped it up, having checked to be sure it had fuel in it before I left.
I held the lighter to the hole in the side of the lantern and it puffed to
life, the yellow flame quickly changing to blue and then bright white as the
mantel did its job converting the gas flame into a more refined reaction.
I picked up the lantern and walked into the cabin, the light
filling the small cabin and illuminating Kim sitting in one of the three chairs
in the room, wrapped in a blanket, her knees pulled up to her chest with the
blanket wrapped around herself.
"You're back," she said barely above a whisper.
"Uh huh. You could have lit a lantern." I told
her. “The lone skylight I installed over the table had ceased to
illuminate anything, this late in the day.
"I didn't know how," she said with a frown on her
face. "Seems like I don't know a lot of things."
Kim’s Humble Apprenticeship
"Well, come here." I said as I pulled an oil lamp
down off the wall. "Matches are here." I said, stepping to the
fireplace and pulling open a box of wooden matches, sitting on the mantle.
“Gawd, this fur rug is huge! What animal was it,”
she asked.
That’s Uri. He’s the grizzly whom my dad met
outside the cabin, one morning. He stood about 15 feet tall, when Dad dropped
him 10 feet from the door, with a rifle bullet to the heart. We skinned him and
stretched the hide. The meat was rather tough, but we quartered his carcus and
took him to the meat market It’s a nice cozy rug when you’re cold
and trying to warm up in front of the fireplace.
I set the lamp on the table by the lantern and took the
glass globe off, striking the match and touched it to the wide wick. The flame
slowly grew and threw light of its own, though dwarfed by the bright gas
lantern. "I have to deal with my fish. You can come outside if you want.
If not, you at least have some light."
"You caught some?"
"A few." I answered as I turned and walked out of
the cabin with the lantern. She followed behind, wrapped in the blanket and
followed me to the boat and then to the metal-covered table, screwed down to
one side of the end of the dock.
"So that's what this is for?" She asked as I laid
the three fish on the table to clean them.
"Yep." I said as I used my pocket knife to cut the
lower jaw and the belly, pulling the guts out and tossing it into the water by
the dock. It only took a few short minutes to completely clean and rinse the
three rainbow trout that I had caught. "Breakfast." I said, holding
up the three fish in one hand and picking up the lantern with the other.
"So what now?" Kim asked as she followed me into
the cabin, closing the door behind us.
"Well. Usually I'd just go to bed." I answered as
I put the fish in the ice box and set the lantern on the counter.
"So early?"
"It's probably past eight." I said with a shrug.
"Are you hungry?"
"I snacked on some crackers, but I wouldn't mind
something," she answered meekly. "I would have made something, but I
didn't know how to make the stove work. I turned the knobs but the flames never
came on."
"Yeah, gotta light it with a match." I told her as
I walked back to the icebox and pulled a Ziploc bag out. I walked to the stove
and lit two burners, dug out two cast iron pans and put them on the flames. I
dug in my food box for a container of oil and poured some in each pan. Putting
away the oil I pulled out two large potatoes and quickly sliced them, dropping
the white slices into one of the pans and then laid two marinated chicken
breasts from the Ziploc into the other pan.
It only took a few minutes to cook the potatoes and chicken
breasts, ladling the fried food onto two plates. I set the pans aside to let
the oil cool and then set the plates on the table. "Might as well come
eat." I said as she stood near the wall watching me.
"I'm not supposed to make you cook for me," she
said quietly.
"I know. But I did. So come eat."
She walked to the table and sat down, carefully taking a few
bites of the food. "Damn this is good," she mumbled as she began
eating quickly. "I don't get much fried food. Not good for my figure, but
this is so good."
I chuckled. "Thanks."
Kim was finished long before I was, and sat curled up in her
blanket across from me, watching me eat. "Are you good at other things?
Besides cooking and fishing and flying I mean?"
"I think I'm pretty fair at a lot of things. What in
particular are you asking about?"
"I don't know. I mean most of the guys I know couldn't
figure out which end of a fry pan to hold, let alone cook something good like
this. But it seems like you know how to do everything you try. I mean you drove
that jeep up here, you know how to fish, it's like you're a mountain man on
steroids, or something."
I laughed quietly. "No. Just learned when I was young
how to camp and handle myself in the woods. Come on. We'll go get water and
I'll show you how to be Jane of the jungle. You can do the dishes."
"Sounds fair," she said, getting up and standing
expectantly next to the table.
"Here." I said handing her a plastic bucket.
"We have to get water." I picked up the lantern and walked out of the
cabin with her following behind. She followed me to the dock and dipped the
bucket into the water. I smiled to myself as she struggled to carry the bucket
and hold the blanket, but didn't offer to take it for her.
I showed her where the big pot was, and let her fill it with
her bucket and start it heating. We both sat in the chairs, waiting for the
water to heat on the gas stove. She got up, walked to one of her suitcases,
sitting against the wall and open, pulled out a rather slinky looking robe and
slipped it over her still naked body. "Use another pot to scoop water out
into the wash pan. You want to save some of that water to wash yourself
with."
"Wash myself?"
"Yeah. Unless you want to wash in the lake." I
chuckled.
"Oh. Hadn't thought of that," she said as she
headed for the sink.
I took the blanket and threw it back on the bed, stripped my
clothes off and climbed into bed, in the corner. "I'll go to sleep if you
want some privacy to clean up. Just make sure to shut the lantern all the way
off before you come to bed. I'd hate to waste the fuel, there's only so
much."
"Okay," she said quietly. "Adam?"
"Yeah?" I answered without looking over at her.
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"Being different," she said, as if that explained
it all.
I was still awake almost half an hour later when the cabin
went dark. Kim climbed into bed with me, smelling of flowers as she slipped
under the blanket with me, her back bumping against my back as she climbed into
the full size bed. "It is small, isn't it?"
"Uh huh. Cozy for two." I answered her.
"I don't mind," she whispered. "Do you always
sleep like that?"
"Like what?"
"Naked."
"Yeah, actually." I answered in a whisper. "I
don't have to, if it bothers you."
"No. Not if it's how you usually sleep."
"Okay." I answered sleepily. "Go to sleep
now."
I woke up with the sun, not completely surprised to be
spooned up against Kim. How did I roll over and nuzzle up in this spooning
position? How would I explain it?
It was cool in the cabin and her body heat was certainly attractive to any
sleeping body. Natural response, as was the morning woody. I suppose I could
have considered that woody being jammed between her legs and my hand cupping
her breast through the thin nightgown being natural as well, but the last thing
I needed was to wake up the ‘ice queen’ thinking that I was trying
to take advantage of her in her sleep.
I eased myself away from her and out of bed. I stepped to my
duffel and pulled out a pair of shorts and a shirt, pulling them on and then
heading out the door, letting the screen door slam as I went. If she was awake,
she pretended not to be.
By the time I came back from the outhouse Kim was up and
dressed in a pair of pink sweats, the form fitting spandex hugging her curves.
"Good morning," she said surprisingly meekly.
"Morning."
"I guess it's my turn now," she said heading to
the cabin door, her hair looking wild after the night's sleep. While she was
gone I pulled the pan from the potatoes onto the now lit front burner, heating
the oil left over from the night before.
"You're going to reuse the oil?" She asked as she
stepped back into the cabin, rubbing her arms to ward off the morning chill.
"Yep. The potato oil. It'll be find for cooking
breakfast." I said as I pulled another pan from the cabinet and lit
another burner. I spooned a couple teaspoons of hot oil into the other pan
before laying the two of the fish from last night into the hot oil. The fish
sizzled and spit in the pan as it cooked, the skin crisping in the hot oil as
the fish cooked through. I flipped it over after a few minutes to let the other
side cook and then cracked some eggs in the second pan. In only a few minutes I
had two plates of breakfast ready to eat, fresh fish and eggs. Couldn't ask for
a better breakfast in the woods. "When you wash the dishes, don't use soap
in the cast iron. It'll ruin it." I told her before I got up to head out
of the cabin.
I loved fishing early in the morning. Working a small fly
along the weed banks on the far end of the lake where the four small springs
trickled into the lake was one of my favorite spots on this lake. The rainbow
trout came up from the cold deep waters to feast on the small bugs and minnows
that inhabit the weeds, making my flies an inviting target of opportunity. By
lunchtime I had six nice fish on the stringer and was ready to head back into
camp. Even from half way across the small lake it was obvious to me that Kim
was waiting along the lakeshore. Just as obvious was that she was scantly
dressed in just a loose tubetop and mini shorts, walking barefoot on the stones
near the shoreline.. Two days ago I wouldn't have given a shit, but for reasons
that escaped me at the moment, the thought of what she might or might not be
exposing besides her sexy breasts had my cock quickly growing in my shorts.
"You're back!" She said surprisingly cheerfully as
I motored silently up to the dock, only the soft whir of the motor and the
sloshing of the water along the sides of the little aluminum boat making my
presence known. "Have any luck?"
"I did." I answered as I let the boat slide all
the way to the shore and burry its bow gently on the small patch of sand next
to the rickety little dock. I looped a rope around one of the cedar posts and
then climbed out with my stringer of fish.
"Oh. Those do look nice!" She said as she walked
toward me, I guess sometime since I first spotted her from the middle of the
lake, she’d removed her top & was wearing only the skimpiest of
shorts, her large soft tits swinging and wiggling with each step.
I walked to the end of the dock, to the cleaning table trying
to ignore the fact that my cock was hardening even more in my pants at the
sight of her practically perfect tits. She stepped up to me to watch, so close
that one of her breasts brushed my arm gently as I worked to clean the fish,
her attention riveted on my motions.
"Is that all there is to it?" She asked after the
third fish.
"Yep. Wanna try one?
"Can I?"
"Sure." I answered, stepping to the side and
holding the knife out for her. "Pick one and hold it belly side up. Yeah,
like that." I said as she grasped the slippery fish the same way I had.
"Now, see that spot there, that hole just up from his tail. Yeah, right
there. Slip the tip of the knife in and carefully cut all the way up his
stomach to his jaw. Yeah, just like that." I told her as she tentatively
worked the knife along the belly of the fish toward the head. "A little
more. Yeah, that's enough. Now, set it on the table belly side down. And cut
just behind the front fins there. Yeah, cut down, but
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