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May 20 Dave's Journey Back To Nature: Part 2
Dave's Journey Back To Nature: Part 2Dave Fits In Nicely, at the Arundel Naturist Resort.
Based on posts by Big galoot, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

My
first impressions were of amazing greenness, green grass, green edges,
green trees. To my city-boy eyes, this looked like the Garden of Eden,
albeit a very unkempt garden of Eden.
Jim
came to greet us as the car stopped and it was obvious that he had had
something like a stroke, walking with a stick and one hand held
spastically into his side.
"Jim, this is David and Suzi, that I was telling you about. They've come to see if they would like to work here."
Jim
barely glanced at me before turning to Suzi and virtually undressing
her with his eyes. "Young totty," is what I think he said, although it
wasn't clear, Muriel blushed a bit before saying "Jim that isn't
appropriate. You'll have to excuse him, the stroke has caused a bit of a
change in personality as well as the more obvious effects. Jim was
always a bit saucy but now seems to have no filter."
I
wanted to laugh, but was worried Suzi might be offended. Thankfully she
took it in her stride, saying; "not to worry Muriel, I hear much worse
at college, everyday; and at home. And by people who haven’t suffered
brain trauma." Giving me a look and causing Muriel to smile.
Touring the Resort.
"Let me show you around the place and then we can talk about the job."
There
were sixty-five chalets, most were two-bed, but a few were three-bed.
And only ten are owned by long term members, the rest belonging to the
resort, and rented out. There was what looked like two outside swimming
pools, which were covered, and various green areas where guests could
walk, play games or grill a picnic. There were lots of hedges, providing
privacy and working as wind breaks, and some lovely flower beds, all a
bit overgrown, recently.
When
we finished the tour, Muriel invited us into a big brick lodge, near
the front gates that turned out to be their home, as well as the
reception hall. One of the two pools was situated near the lodge, as was
the shower complex.
Going
into the lodge, she offered us soup that she had made earlier, which
was delicious. After the soup, Muriel asked us what we thought of the
place. We both said we thought it was lovely. We then talked about the
job. I explained that I thought it was only for one person. She said
that was her initial plan, but now thought it needed two as she didn't
have the time, or energy, to both look after Jim and do all the
administration that was needed and all the other work that was needed on
the site.
We
explained that neither of us new anything about gardening, apart from
cutting grass and maybe trimming. She said not to worry, as gardening
was what kept her sane and she would continue to look after the flower
beds. We then got onto the subject of nudity.
"Have you been nudist very long?" Muriel asked
"I have, secretly for a few years, but only really got into it this last semester."
"And I've only been doing it a bit less than Dave, but I'm really enjoying it." Suzi said and it was music to my ears.
"That's
wonderful. We have a hot tub near the swimming pool. We could have a
dip and talk about the ghastly subject of money, if you like."
We
stepped outside and over to the chaise lounges. I don't think that Suzi
had ever been in too many hot tubs. I sure hadn’t. They were a new
novelty, until recently. Before we could say anything, Muriel stood up
and started undressing. We both looked at each other a little shocked,
but then shrugged our shoulders and stood up also.
Muriel
was naked in no time at all, wearing no underwear under her skirt,
shirt and jumper. She threw her clothes on the chair and boldly stood
there, almost inviting our stares as we undressed.
She
was a beautiful woman, average tits with a little sag offset by her
perfect posture. One could debate if she was a B or C cup, only have her
tell you she doesn’t make her tits wear a cup, ever!
She
had long nipples, which seemed quite erect, as if she was enjoying
this. Her belly was flat and she had almost boyish slim hips, long,
toned legs, and a thick thatch of dark hair in between them. I think
both Suzi and I must have been staring, as we seemed to have stopped
undressing.
Muriel
just stood there with a friendly, open smile on her face; perfectly
happy in her own body and space, and welcoming us into it without
challenging or threatening us.
I
was the next to be nude, coyly removing my underpants as I had a semi
stiffy, brought on by my excitement at the situation, but also enticed
by the site of Muriel. I found it incredibly hot, having this beautiful
and elegant woman look at me, and I was unable to stop myself getting
harder and bigger.
"I
can see you enjoy being naked." Muriel said to me, still smiling as she
looked me up and down. I must have reddened because she said, "don't be
embarrassed, you have a beautiful body and if I may say so, a very
beautiful cock."
I managed a croaked, "thanks."
Suzi
was standing in her underwear, watching the two of us. I'm not sure if
she was waiting for our attention or gob smacked by the whole situation.
As we looked at her, she slowly removed her bra and put her shoulders
back, smiling, her gorgeous 34 B tits; I only know this from previously
looking at her bra; jutting out proudly. Her nipples were as hard as I
had ever seen them.
I stood by Suzi to encourage her bravery, and I couldn't help myself, saying, "you're beautiful, Dear."
"You truly are." Said Muriel; "now off with your knickers.
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May 19 Dave's Journey Back To Nature: Part 1
Dave's Journey Back To Nature: Part 1A young man discovers nudism.
Based on posts by Big galoot, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

My name is Dave and I found out I'm a naturist.
I was a shy and introverted teenager. By the time I was eighteen, the most I had done sexually was to masturbate over the lingerie models in my mums home shopping catalogue.
Around this time I also discovered that I loved being naked. This was a good few years ago, before the internet was everywhere; more innocent times maybe. I didn't know anything about naturism, or anything like that, I just knew I loved being naked. It felt so right. Everything was fine for a while; I would spend time in my room naked, with the door locked of course. Then I met my first girlfriend, and even though we got on well, I found I couldn't tell her about wanting to be naked. I even started cancelling dates so I could stay home in the nude. We would eventually drift apart.
I started getting bolder with my nudism. I'd go from my bedroom to the bathroom with no clothes on; that sort of thing. I eventually built up the courage to walk around the house naked when I knew no one was at home. That summer I ventured outside for the first time.
It was amazing, the warm sun on my naked body. I started refusing to go on trips with the rest of the family, or meet up with friends, so I could stay at home, alone, naked. My parents just thought I was a surly teenager.
On one such occasion, everyone had gone off for the day. By 11 o'clock I was laid out in the back garden, basking in the hot sun, idly playing with my cock. I heard a little cough and a female voice say "umm, excuse me, sorry for interrupting" I sat bolt upright, my hands automatically covering my genitals, I looked around and saw Muriel, a friend of my mother's, standing there; an amused look on her face.
"Sorry for startling you David, I was just dropping off this parcel for your mum, when I saw no one was in I thought I'd bring it around the back and put in in the garden shed."
I was too embarrassed to say anything.
Muriel continued, "I've known you since you were a little boy, my how you've grown."
I think I went even redder, if that was possible,
She continued; "I envy you; lying there enjoying the sun on your body. If I had more time, I think I'd strip off and join you. But I must keep going. Enjoy the rest of your day, and tell your mum I'll phone her later."
And with that, she was gone. Now, as I said earlier, these were more innocent days, before the big fetish for MILFS. Although Muriel was a very attractive woman, and would definitely have qualified. I just didn't think of her in that way. What I did take from what she'd said, was that maybe being naked wasn't that strange, and maybe I wasn't some sort of weirdo. I was also aware that a bit of me had enjoyed getting caught. My cock hidden behind my hands, growing, rather than shrinking.
In September, I went to college and had to find somewhere to live. I eventually moved into a house with three other students; John, Mary, and Suzi. They were a good bunch and we got along well, but I really missed my freedom to wander around nude.
One evening we were all very drunk and Suzi suggested we play truth or dare. After lots of moans and groans, we eventually got the game started. It came to my turn and I elected to tell a truth. I was quite pissed and blurted out about wanting to be naked all the time. There was silence for a while until Mary, who I think was even more drunk than me, started laughing and said she thought it was great; and that she thought she was a lesbian; and that we should all be free to be what we want. Mary's confession certainly trumped mine and thankfully took up the rest of our drunken conversations.
I was first up the next morning, my head ready to explode. I was making coffee when Mary walked into the kitchen, we both managed painful good mornings, and then Mary said, "Did I really tell everyone last night that I was a lesbian?"
"Yes you did, and I told you all I was a nudist."
When we stopped laughing Mary said, "Right; get them off." Pulling at my tee shirt.
"Piss off," I said, laughing.
Mary stopped "I meant what I think I said last night. It’s great you've told us, and this is your house and you should be free to be naked, if you want."
"Thanks Mary, I'm not sure if the other's agree with you, though."
"Well fuck them! They'll just have to get used to it."
"You’re still drunk." I dismissed her remarks.
"Probably, but l do mean it."
I sat with my coffee, thinking about what Mary had said. I wasn't too concerned about what John thought. He spent most of his time at his girlfriend’s anyway.
Suzi was another matter. Both Mary and Suzi were good looking, outgoing girls who were fun to be with. But truth be told, I had a bit of a crush on Suzi. All of us in the house had flirted a bit and made some saucy comments, as any group of young people might. But Suzi had flirted a bit more with me, enough to make me think that the attraction might be mutual. But I was young and inexperienced, and not too certain of myself, and had now confessed my, what some might see as, perversions.
Pushing Confessions into Conversions.
That evening, I was in the house on my own, sat watching television. I was sorely tempted to strip off, but I dared not. Mary came in and said, "What are you up too?"
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May 17 Runways: Part 6
Runways: Part 6
Man’s escape to the fishing hole
By m storyman x – listen to the
Podcast at Steamy
Stories.

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
30 min
May 16 Runways: Part 5
Runways: Part 5
Jealously Among Women
By m storyman x – listen to the
Podcast at Steamy
Stories.

"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
0 min
May 15 Runways: Part 4
Runways: Part 4
Amy’s Trip to the Rockies
By m storyman x – listen to the
Podcast at Steamy
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 th
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Runways: Part 3
A Mountaintop Experience
By m_storyman_x – listen to the
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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
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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
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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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May 12 Runways: Part 1
Runways: Part 1
Flying a supermodel isn't all it appears to be.
By m_storyman_x – listen to the
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Stories.

I had to find something to do when I got out of the
military. Something that I loved, something that I wouldn't mind doing while I
collected my military pension at age 40. Yeah, I know, retired at such a young
age. But the military game is a young man's game and even with over seven
thousand flying hours, youth still trumps experience in the flying game. As you
get older your body just can't respond like it used to. As a result I just
couldn't keep taking those high G maneuvers.
I convinced the bank that I was a good risk, purchased myself
a used Beach King Air 200 turbo prop and set myself up as an executive charter
service. Life was good. Business was thin. On more than one occasion I ended up
sleeping in my own airplane rather than getting a hotel room, just to try and
save some money. It's not easy to pay for a three quarters of a million dollar
aircraft, fuel, maintenance and living expenses. To be quite honest, I was
about to drown under that debt.
Welcome Amy. Amy called because of one of my business cards
I'd left in so many airports. Amy was the executive secretary to a somewhat
famous fashion model. In her own words, she was a glorified baby sitter,
helping Kimberly manage her multi-million dollar business of runway modeling
and lingerie line and endorsements. Her current problem was that Kim had
suddenly become afraid to fly commercial following a spate of terrorist attacks
against aircraft. Her question was a simple one. Would I be interested in
contracting to handle flying her around the country? Could I deal with airport runways,
so she could focus on helping Kim dominate the fashion garment runways.
At that point I would have contracted to fly Beelzebub
himself, if the price were right. Little did I know that six months down the
road I'd feel as if that was exactly who I was flying.
Kim was gorgeous. Of course she was. She was a super model.
At thirty she was on the long side of it, but then some continued to work well
into their fifties, with the right skin care and constant workouts and such.
Kim flitted from city to city, rarely spending more than two or three days in
any one place. She had a beautiful twenty thousand square foot home, which she
seemed to rarely be in. She could walk the walk and talk the talk and sell sexy
little lingerie like she was selling snow to eskimos. Unfortunately her looks
is where nice stopped. She'd started to believe her own hype. She'd started to
think of herself as a diva and act as if those of us around her were beneath
her. More than once her sweet lilting voice snarled from the passenger cabin
that I was flying too rough, or making the plane bounce too much for her to
sleep. As if I had any control over the air currents.
Amy was the constant. She was always there, inserting
herself between Kim and whoever might possibly be around her. She soothed Kim
and kept her empire on an even keel. But while the pace seemed relentless to
me, Kim seemed to just eat it up. She loved the challenge as much as I loved
flying. I suppose if I hadn't gone out on a limb after three months and updated
my plane from a 1980's vintage to a reasonably new 2002, I might have even quit
the contract. But with that new payment to cover, the last thing I wanted to do
was kill the cash cow. I'd asked Kim more than once for a date, and always
gotten the same answer, "we can fuck or we can work together. Which do you
prefer?"
"X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven, rolling." I
radioed the tower as I applied the throttle and sent the Air King accelerating
down the runway. This was going to be a relatively short trip. Kim had some kind
of a photo shoot in the middle of Missouri, at some lake called the Ozarks, out
in the middle of nowhere. All I knew was it looked like a winding snake on the
map and had one small airport close to where the shoot was that had just enough
runway to sneak in if I went in light. In only a few short minutes we were
climbing through ten thousand feet, winging our way from Chicago over the
Midwestern landscape at nearly three hundred miles an hour.
"Adam!" I heard Amy call urgently from the
passenger cabin.
"Yeah?" I called over my shoulder.
"Kim. She passed out. I can't seem to wake her!"
She called, panic clearly etched in her voice.
"Is she breathing?" I called back.
"Yes, but it's very shallow and I can't seem to wake
her."
"Okay. Check her eyes. Lift her eyelids and see if they
respond."
"They seem too, but she still isn't waking up."
"Okay. Let me see where we can put down!" I called
back to her. "Chicago center. This is X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven.
Declaring a medical emergency."
"Roger X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. State your
situation." The controller radioed back.
"X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. We have a passenger
that is passed out. She is breathing at this time, but otherwise unresponsive.
Requesting a Vector to the nearest airport with medical close by."
"Roger that X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. Hold
one." The controller said before pausing for a few moments. "X-ray
Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven turn two four zero. You are cleared to five thousand
direct. ST Louis should be fifty miles. Contact St Louis approach on one three
two point one two five. Have a good day."
"Thank you Chicago." I answered before changing
the radio and starting a decent toward St Louis.
The decent and landing were as normal as they could be,
touching down less than twenty minutes after making the initial call. I taxied
to the executive terminal and shut down, the ambulance quickly coming to the
side of the plane as my turbo props spun slowly down to a stop.
As much as I disliked Kim, I was concerned for her
well-being. Clearly Amy was as well, and I did my best to comfort her on the
taxi ride to the hospital. By the time we got there, Kim was awake and back to
her normal bitchy self, though the doctors and nurses seemed to be flitting in
and out with uncommon frequency. Twenty four hours later and who knows how many
tests she was ready to be released.
"Now look. All I can do is warn you," the doctor
said with a stern look on his face. "You were lucky. You can't treat your
body this way. My prescription is two weeks away, at least! No stress. You need
to find someplace to relax and decompress."
"No fucking way. I have too much to do!" Kim
argued.
The doctor turned to Amy and shook his head. "If you
can't get her to take it easy a while, she's going to be right back here again.
And next time she may leave toes up!" He said emphatically before turning
back to Kim again. "I mean it! No phone, no computer, no stress of any
kind. Your blood pressure was through the roof and you're just damn lucky it
wasn't a stroke! Find a way to do it. And find a way to do it frequently, or
you're going to be leaving us all too soon."
"I'll make sure she does!" Amy said giving Kim a
stern look. "Thank you Doctor."
"Your welcome young lady. I hope she listens to you
better than she's listening to me." He said as he looked over and saw Kim
texting on her phone again.
"She will. If I have to tie her up and drag her
off." Amy said sternly to Kim.
"Good luck with that," he said, shaking his head
as he walked away.
"Come on." Amy said, leading Kim from the hospital
room. It was little more than two hours and we were back at the airport, the
turbines warmed up and taxying for takeoff. The plane practically leapt off the
tarmac and into the air as we headed back to Chicago, soaring into the air.
"You know. I don't know how you're going to get her to
have any time away," I said to Amy as she sat in the right hand seat, Kim
sitting in the back alone, still angry with the doctor's orders.
"Yeah. I know. She can be difficult," Amy agreed.
"Glad I'm not going to have to deal with her," I
said, shaking my head.
"No? Oh. That's right. You're going away for a couple
weeks," Amy said, nodding as she remembered that next week started my
promised vacation. "Where are you going again?"
"A little mountain lake in Colorado," I said with
a smile. "Just me and some really good fishing. Sit back, catch a few
trout, watch the sun set on the mountain side looking over the valley below. It
can't get more idyllic than that!" I said with a sigh.
"Sounds like a perfect get-away!" Amy said,
leaning back and looking at the cockpit ceiling. "No phone, no demands on
your time, just relaxation for two weeks? God I envy you!" She said with a
sigh.
"Could have been yours too." I said with a grin,
reminding her that I had invited her to come along, only to get the typical
answer.
I made one last pitch; "The bed is big enough for two,
though it would be a bit cozy!"
"Yeah. I think we covered that one," she said with
a smile. "Though it does sound tempting."
"Can't say I didn't try." I answered her with a
shrug.
"So how do we get Kim to go on a vacation like
that?"
"Not my problem," I said with a smirk. "I
lined this up months ago. You know how hard it is to find a place like this?
Isolated? No phone no modern utilities, nothing?"
"Yeah, it has to be tough." Amy said as she looked
out the window at the ground far below. "Hey. I know. Take Kim!"
"What? Are you nuts?" I said in surprise.
"First off, her idea of roughing it, is not having her manicure on time.
Can you imagine her out in the boonies without even a flush toilet?"
"Oh lord. That would be something to see," Amy
said with a laugh.
"Yeah. She'd go nuts in half a day," I said with a
shake of my head.
"So, how much does this little vacation cost you?"
"Oh, fuel, food, cabin and all? About seventeen or
eighteen hundred. It'd be less if I didn't fly this gas hog there, but the only
real way there is by plane or a long drive up from Denver."
"That's not too much. I'll pay you." Amy said
quietly.
"Pay me for what?"
"To take Kim," Amy said, still looking out the
window.
"No way. It's my vacation. I don't want to baby sit a
prima donna!" I almost snapped.
"Be a shame to have to find someone else to fly us
around while you're gone. Never know, she might like the new pilot
better," she said softly.
"You trying to blackmail me?" I asked in surprise.
"Oh I wouldn't call it that," she said, turning to
look at me, a crooked little grin on her face. "Just think of it as job
security."
"Think of it as one fucked vacation," I said
hotly, staring out the front at the open sky. "It's only a one room cabin.
Kitchen, bedroom, living room...all the same room. And only one bed. Where will
she sleep?"
"You're adults. You can share the bed, right?"
"Remember me saying it was, really cozy for the two of
us friends?"
"Yeah. So it can be cozy for you two too. It'll give
you a chance to get to know her better."
"You're psycho, you know that?" I said angrily.
I'd planned this for months. I wanted to get away from the ice queen, not shack
up with her!
"So how about it?"
"I don't think you could pay me enough money to do
that," I said, shaking my head.
"Okay. How about I sweeten the pot. I'll sleep with you
for a whole weekend when you get back."
I looked over at her incredulously. "Did you just
suggest that you prostitute yourself to convince me to take her with me?
Seriously?"
"Does, seem a bit over the top, doesn't it?"
"Yeah. I think you need to think about a new job if you're
that wrapped around her," I said with a frown. "Yeah, I wanna go to
bed with you, but not like that."
She was silent for almost half an hour before she finally
said anything more. "I'm sorry.” She confessed, “ I shouldn't
have suggested that. But I will pay your expenses if you take her along."
"Send her off to a camp or something. That's what you
do with children, right?"
"She's not a child," Amy said testily.
"Though I have to admit, sometimes she acts like one."
"See?"
"Okay. Seriously. Will you take her with you?"
"It's my VACATION... AWAY FROM HER!" I answered
angrily.
"Adam. Seriously. What will it take for you to take her
along?"
"You're not going to give up, are you?" I observed
her tunacity.
"Nope."
"Shit!" I swore quietly. "Okay. I'll take
her. On one condition."
"What's that?" She asked, with a smile that said
she had definitely won, again.
"She has to pull her weight. I'm not her servant. I'm
not waiting on her and I am most Definitely not going to change what I planned
on doing because she came along! I don't care if she reads a book or plays
solitaire or whatever. But if she turns into a pain in the ass I'm throwing her
in the lake!"
"As long as you don't drown her, you have my permission
to throw her in at your discretion!" She said, practically beaming at my
agreement. "So what does she need to bring?"
"Jeans, tees, flannel shirts, that kind of thing."
I answered.
"I doubt she's even put a pair of jeans on in years,
but I'll see what I can find."
"I'd still rather take you." I muttered.
"Maybe you can some time," she said, surprising me
again as she climbed from the seat and slipped back into the passenger cabin.
I didn't hear most of the conversation, having to
concentrate on talking with approach and the tower as we got closer to landing.
What I did hear wasn't particularly flattering.
Cabin Therapy
"Saturday. 10:00am sharp. If she's not here, I'm
leaving her behind." I said quietly to Amy as they got into the waiting
car at the airport.
"Trust me. She'll be here with bells on." Amy said
with a smile. "No matter what she says right now."
"If you say so." I answered with a frown, not
really wanting to think about how ruined my vacation had become.
The Hot August Saturday morning came; and at five minutes to
ten, Kim’s car arrived in did just that. Kim and Amy climbed from the
back, Kim wearing a black mini-skirt, a red halter top and four inch spike
heels. "Oh this is going to be fun." I said to myself with a frown as
Amy and Kim walked up.
"So, Kim. Do you have something to tell Adam?" Amy
prompted.
Kim rolled her eyes and bobbed her head side to side as she
usually did when she had to do something because she was told to that she
really didn't want to do. "Yes. Adam. I'm supposed to do whatever you tell
me. Do half the cooking and not mess up your vacation. I'm just on vacation
along with you and you're not my servant," she said with a frown.
"And?" Amy prompted.
"And if I become a pain in your ass you have permission
to throw me into the lake," she said with an irritated huff.
"Okay. Get on board." I told her as the driver of
her car hauled the two big suitcases to the plane. I stowed them in the belly
compartment and latched it down tight before climbing the stairs and pulling
them up behind me. Kim rarely sat in the front with me, but was seated in the
right seat as I crawled over the console into the left seat. It only took a few
moments to get the turbines running and spun up, having already warmed them up
after doing my ground check. I handed Kim a pair of headphones and put my own
on as she adjusted them over her brown curls.
"So, is this going to be fun or are you just doing this
because you're being paid?" She asked across the electronic circuit.
"I'm going on vacation. You're tagging along." I
answered before pressing the button. "X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven,
ready to taxi."
"Roger X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. You are cleared
to taxiway K to runway one six. Hold short and notify."
"Roger. Taxiway K hold short and notify." I
answered as I pushed the throttles and started the big plane moving forward. We
bounced across the rough taxiway for almost three minutes before I could turn
and stop in front of the runway. I stopped and did my throttle checks and
verified that all my controls worked as required, and notified the tower.
"X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven holding at one six."
"Roger X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. You are cleared
onto one six. You have a gulf stream coming in about two minutes behind
you."
"Roger that. I'll be long gone." I answered as I
eased the plane onto the five thousand foot runway. I didn't even bother to
stop as I pushed the throttles fully forward and spun the props up to speed,
the plane quickly accelerating down the tarmac and easily lifting into the air
with our light payload.
"And we're off," I said to Kim as we accelerated
into the air, quickly climbing above the low cloud deck and breaking into the
sunshine above.
"So what makes this a vacation? Sounds like there isn't
anything there," Kim said.
"There's a cabin. A boat. A lake and some incredible
scenery. What more do you need?"
"TV? Cell phones. Electricity. Hot water."
"There is electricity, as long as the sun is shining.
And as far as hot water, there's a whole lake full. All you have to do is bring
in a bucket and put it on the stove," I said with a chuckle.
"Oh joy."
"Don't start already. We have over four hours," I
said to her as I set my GPS to Crested Butte airport.
"So what do we do there?" she asked after almost
half an hour of silence.
"Fish, relax. You do know how to relax, right?"
"Well. Amy packed me some books. So I guess I can read
some. I suppose I can swim some too."
"Maybe. If you don't mind cold water. The lake is
probably around sixty five or so this time of year."
"Oh joy," she said with a frown.
"Don't worry. You can always just lay out on the dock
and catch the sun," I told her.
"So, neighbors?"
"Uh. Closest is about five or six miles away. This is a
lake on top of a ski resort. This time of year there's a skeleton crew on at
the lodge, but that's about it."
"Well. Sounds like a lot of fun," She said with a
frown on her face.
"Remember what I said about that water
temperature?"
"Yeah."
"Don't make me throw you in as soon as we get there,
because I will if I have to!"
"Okay," she said with an obvious pout.
"So what do you talk about when you're not talking
about work?" I asked her.
"Well, clothes, nail polish colors, what we should wear
to various things. You know, girl stuff."
"Girl stuff, huh?"
"What do guys talk about?"
"Fishing, hunting, sports, that kind of thing."
"How much can you talk about fishing?" She asked
curiously.
"A lot. How much can you talk about what to wear?"
"A lot."
"How long did it take for you to pick that? What you're
wearing."
"I don't know. Maybe half an hour."
"I see," I answered with a shake of my head.
"How long did it take for you to pick what you're
wearing?" She asked, looking at my t-shirt and cargo pocket shorts.
"About thirty seconds," I answered her. "So,
you do realize we're headed up a mountain."
"Uh huh."
"In a jeep."
"Okay."
"On a bouncy dirt road."
"So?" She said with a shrug. "Your
point?"
"Just wondering what made you think that was an
appropriate outfit." I answered with a chuckle.
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"You're quiet."
I smiled. "Sorry, just thinking." I'd gotten home
a few days before and promptly went back to work. This was my first night off,
and sitting across the table from Mom, I thought that it was time to tell her,
but unsure about how to go about it.
"Your trip went well then." She asked, the
questioning tone left hanging in the air between us.
"It went very well." I said and looked her in the
eyes. She knew, like mothers do, that there was a lot more to the story. She
sat there with an expression that said, "when you're ready, tell me what
you need to get off your chest."
"Dinner smells terrific." I said.
"Yea it does. Sorry it's going to be a bit late, I got
it into the slow cooker later than I'd planned." She said, before getting
up and setting the table.
I'm not sure if it was the homely sounds of the kitchen but
I relaxed. "Do you remember two years ago when I went down to see Davy
about a job for the summer?"
"Yes, when he'd given it to that Dylan boy." She
said, knowing that the story was about to unfold.
"Yea, the reason he gave it to Dylan was because I
didn't make it there in time. I stopped down at Paula's and she asked me to
make a delivery for her since I was going right near the place on my way to see
Davy." I began. I let the story unfold, not going into the steamy details.
After all it was my mother I was talking to, and she didn't need to hear about
that, any more than I wanted to tell her. I told her about taking care of Summer
for weeks. She mentioned that Paula told her about me taking her to the concert
in the park. I said that I had, and a good many people had let her know that I
had been on stage and played for some girl named Summer. I had totally
forgotten about how public that was, and yet she never mentioned it to me even
though she'd heard about it. Mothers can be the sneaky when they want to be.
"So you already knew?" I said surprised.
"Well not so much as you think, but when your son
serenades a pretty girl at a crowded summer concert, people will ask you about
it." She said with a smile. "I thought that you'd tell me when you
were ready." She paused. "I knew something had happened though, and I
didn't want to pry. You're an adult, and I respect the fact that you're not
going to tell me everything that's going on in your life. Listen to me, that
sounded like a huge guilt trip, it's not. I just want you to know that I
respect your privacy. Paula tried to dig for dirt with me and I told her that
you hadn't discussed your job with me."
I told her about how abruptly Summer had left. The look on
my face must have conveyed exactly how it felt. She walked over and rested a
hand on my shoulder before running her hand down the back of my head and giving
my neck a little squeeze. She knew somebody had broken my heart, now she knew
who it was.
"So you went to see her?" She asked.
"It's nice there, kind of like west of here over
towards the mountains. She lives in a decent sized city, like Augusta maybe.
She's a nurse at the hospital there. She's got a terrific daughter named
Emily." At that I spied mom's eyebrows lift a fraction.
"So how did the first meeting go?" You hadn't seen
her in over a year, the way she left I can't imagine you'd heard from her
before that."
"It was nerve wracking." I said with a laugh. I
told her about leaving the note and finally meeting again. I mentioned meeting
Emily and how they asked me to stay with them. I watched for a look of shock or
surprise and didn't see one cross mom's face. Her head just bobbed as she took
it all in.
"So, when?" She asked, picking up the thread of a
conversation we'd had weeks before.
I just smiled. "First of the year. I'll be done with my
one year duty here. I've already picked up the necessary forms to apply there.
If I don't get in there, I'll look to nearby towns, or just go back to school
and get a job doing something else. I'm going to get my EMT training one way or
another." She smiled at that.
"I hope I get to meet her someday." There's the
guilt trip I thought.
"Well, funny you should mention that, because I was
thinking of the same thing." I replied, and let her know how I hoped we
could make it happen. She was all smiles after that.
"Oh my God, to have been a fly on the wall during that
conversation." Summer said. Her voice sounded so sweet. It made my heart
beat faster just to hear it.
"I left out most of the lurid bits of the story. I
didn't want her to keel over on me."
"I'm sure any parts you left out, she figured out
already. From the sounds of her, she doesn't seem like the type to fool
easily." She replied.
"That she isn't. Luckily I was a good kid so I didn't
have to bullshit my way through many situations."
We talked about little things, Emily was doing a little
better in school, but still wasn't pushing for the all A's that Summer was
looking for. I said to give her time, the music is helping I was sure of it.
Emily insisted on talking to me, I could hear her bouncing like a jumping bean
in the background. She was all excited to tell me about how her music teacher
thought it was terrific she was so interested in everything I was showing her
and her friends and how she was going to be in a holiday concert at school. I
brought up school, asking how she was doing. She let out a little sigh.
"One A, two B's and two C's" was her reply.
"I just don't get algebra!" The other C was from a history class
which had her bored to tears talking about 'boring dead people' as she put it.
I made her a deal, no C's by the mid-term report card and
I'd make it worth her while. It was after her mother chivied her off the phone
and to bed that I brought up my idea. I was surprised that not only did she
like the idea she was very excited.
Thanksgiving day past with several calls on homes with
scorched turkeys, and one unfortunate turkey frying experiment that cost a
family their garage. Soon the snow was upon us. This early the snow usually
didn't stick long, not this close to the ocean. It did make the driving
difficult for the people who hadn't seen it in seven months. Luckily there were
no major incidents. That is until I handed my notice into the chief.
He was less than impressed, until I told him my plans. He
said he'd push to get me EMT training the budgets would be out soon. I showed
him a picture of Summer and Emily that I'd snapped with my phone. "Unless
you can make that job happen where they are. It's not likely to change my
mind." I said with a smile.
"Would she be willing to move here?"
I laughed. "Not nearly as I'm ready to move there.
Don't worry I'm a first year greenhorn, I can't be that tough to replace."
"No but that means I have to find one willing to
relocate here or scrounge up another, get him up to Fairfield, and wait months
to put him to work." He shook his head, then asked to see the picture
again. "I'll say this, she looks worthy of a guy like you. Don't screw it
up."
"I like to think that I'm worthy of a girl like her.
Trust me, I'll do everything I can to not screw it up."
Christmas eve came quietly, the crackle of a log in the wood
stove, the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen and in the living room
me rustling and muttering while attempting to wrap a gift.
"Do you want a cookie?" Mom called out from the
kitchen.
"Of course, but did you make enough for Santa?" I
said chuckling.
"Don't you worry, I'm practicing for when the girls get
here. What kind of grandma street cred would I have if I couldn't whip up
cookies on the spur of the moment?"
We had a quiet dinner earlier just the two of us. I started
to doubt my gift choice and my mother put her hand on my arm. "Relax,
she's going to love it, trust me."
"I know, I'm just getting a little anxious." I
said with a sigh. She chuckled at that.
"She'll be here day after tomorrow. Breathe."
Mom was going to pick her up at the airport since I'd
swapped shifts with Mike so I could have the later part of the week off. I'd be
working Christmas day and the day after and have the next three days off, then
two more days and I was done. I'd already started packing. Mom kept trying to
give me furniture, which was nice but wasn't going to travel well since I
didn't know where I'd be living just yet. I asked Summer if I could stay with
her for a few days while I looked at apartments to which she quickly said yes.
I felt a hand on my shoulder rubbing it firmly.
"Breathe." She said again.
"You're going to like her."
"I already do, because I trust you. You've always been
a good judge of character." We did justice to the cookies leaving a couple
out with a small glass of milk, just in case.
Work went by slowly, we had a huge dinner at the engine
house. We did have one call of a chimney fire from some overzealous wrapping
paper burning. The next day had me so jumpy Herb said I should drink decaf from
now on. When I told him why his face broke into a huge grin.
"You finally tugged back, huh? Tell me you're going to
bring her by so we can meet the woman you're dumping us for."
"I might, just to show her why I'm leaving." I
laughed ducking his backhanded slap. About mid-afternoon I got a text saying
that they had landed and mom had found them. They should be in town in a little
over an hour. I did an equipment check and spent some time polishing the chrome
on #3 to keep myself occupied.
"Hey Pete!" I heard from over by the kitchen. I
walked around the corner and Summer was standing there, her arm on Emily’s
shoulder. Allan, the lieutenant on duty laughed. "I haven't seen him smile
like that since the time we ordered pizzas from next door and didn't make him
cook." I walked up and Summer launched herself into my arms. Several
kisses later I noticed we were getting a round of applause.
"You may need to hose them off, they do this all the
time." Emily announced to everybody, to a hale of laughter. I gave Summer
another kiss before releasing my grip and reaching out to Em.
"Come here smart ass and give me a hug." She
gladly dove into my side and I kissed her on the forehead.
"What are you feeding her? I used to be able to kiss
the top of her head."
"Everything, I think she's having another growth
spurt." Summer replied. I showed them around, introducing them to the guys
on duty. Herb gave me a sly wink, I don't think he had any doubts now as to why
I was leaving.
Allan walked over to us. "Damn, I'm sorry you're not
feeling well Pete. Hopefully you'll feel better by Thursday. Danny is coming
into the cover the overnight." I looked at him oddly. "Get outta here
you three." He smiled and thumped me on the back and walked off.
I wasn't sure what happened, but I wasn't about to argue the
point. We all piled into my truck and I drove back to the house. I felt Mom's
hand in this when I saw a big spread being worked on for dinner. I knew I was
right. I asked her if she needed any help.
"Maybe a little." She put her hand on Emily’s
shoulder. "Would you mind giving me a hand Emily?" Mom gave me a look
and raised an eyebrow in dismissal.
"Don't work her too hard. We'll need some help to clean
out under the tree later." I said chuckling.
As soon as we made it through the doorway Summer turned me
and fell into my arms. The kiss was sweet with an underlying urgency. Her body
felt like a taught bowstring against me, the energy waiting to be unleashed.
Em said a little louder than necessary. "If I know
them, they're in there with their faces stuck together." Causing us both
to laugh.
"I hope we have a lot of potatoes to peel. I'm really
hungry." I called back. Summer pulled me down onto the couch and kissed me
again.
"I have a special surprise for you." She said with
a big grin.
"Not here, my mother is right in the kitchen!" I
said laughing.
"Not that, maybe later if we can find a way to pull it
off." She said as she gave the front of my pants a squeeze. "I've
only had Bob to keep me company the last two months, and he's a lousy
cuddler."
My eyes went wide. "Who is Bob?" I asked.
She snorted and leaned in to whisper in my ear.
"Battery operated boyfriend." I busted out laughing.
"Is this the same Bob you traveled with a few years
ago?" I asked softly, not wanting the conversation to raise questions.
Summer rolled her eyes. "Maybe, maybe not? You left me
in a bad way two weeks ago when you called. It's not nice to ply a girl with
pretty words and promises and then leave her to take matters in her own
hands." I remembered the call, and I wanted so badly to ravish her until
we both passed out.
"Oh my God, look at you blush." She said with a
smile. She leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Don't you worry, I'll get
my due for that, and then some." She took my ear lobe in her mouth giving
it a tug. Her hand slipped between my legs, she massaged the inside of my thigh
and it was getting the reaction she expected.
"I'm going to run upstairs and change, I'll be right
back." I said, trying to steady my breathing.
She grinned even further with a glint in her eye. "Want
to show me your room?"
I chuckled at that. "Sure." I stood taking her
hand and led her upstairs. I led her into the room where she peeked out the
door behind us before closing it quietly and began unbuttoning my shirt for me.
In a flash I was shirtless and she was kissing her way down as she pushed my
t-shirt up and off.
"Are you nuts?" I chuckled.
"I can't leave you like this through dinner." She
said stroking my hard cock through my pants. She stepped back sitting on the
edge of the bed and pulled me towards her by the belt and undid it. She had my
pants and boxers around my knees and began licking my cock. She looked up
catching my eye as she began taking it into her mouth. It's a wonder my knees
didn't buckle at the sensation. She took me slowly at first, but sensed my
mounting frustration and sped up, bobbing swiftly drawing me out until I
exploded down her throat.
I gasped catching my breath. "You're a little bit evil,
you know that?"
She dabbed at the corner of her mouth with a tissue she
grabbed from the box on the nightstand.
"I don't know about that. I think I'm more angelic, to
relieve you from your suffering like that." She replied.
"I can't wait to return the favor."
"Neither can I." She said smiling. "Is there
a bathroom up here?" I told her it was the last door on the right.
"Good, let me go freshen up and head downstairs before you come
down."
I came down the stairs and stopped at the sight before me. Summer
sat at the end of the couch, with a mug in her hands, eyes wide as she watched
Em. Colored lights twinkled making the scene magical. She had the most beatific
expression as she watched Emily scouting the presents under the tree. Emily
sounded amazed that she had so many. Mom had pulled out the stops when she
discovered she finally had a girl to shop for. Summer's gaze lit on me and her
smile got even bigger as she beckoned me over. Just as I sat down Mom called
out for a hand and I hopped back up and grabbed the tray she'd put together.
"This one for Em, no rum in it." She pointed at
one of the mugs of hot cider.
"Going to be that kind of night is it?" I
chuckled.
"Hey, it's the holidays. Why not enjoy ourselves?"
She followed me out with a huge platter of food and set it on the coffee table.
We chatted while dinner cooked. Emily landed next to the platter and began
nibbling away. I had a dread feeling that this meeting was going to be awkward
for everybody involved. Trust Mom to treat Summer like a longtime girlfriend,
not like someone she'd met a few hours before. Somehow discussion turned to
what I was like when I was little and the embarrassing stories began. Before
long the buzzer on the stove went off and we mobilized and soon we were sitting
around the table, a feast laid out before us.
"I wondered where he got his culinary skills from, now
I know. Everything was delicious."
"Thank you. I assure you that I only showed him the
basics, he's more creative than I've ever been in the kitchen."
Em piped in describing our weekend of Italian food when I was
at their house a few months earlier.
"Your lieutenant wasn't happy with me because of it
either. I guess since you've been there they've eaten better than they had in
years. Some of the guys said you were a better cook than their wives." Summer
said laughing.
"It's probably for the best, Earl was getting a paunch
on him." I replied. "I have a gift. What can I say?"
"You could say, don't move Mom, I'll take care of the
dishes."
Hearing my groan caused Emily to add, "You know the
deal, the cook doesn't do the dishes, and you didn't cook."
"I didn't cook, either I'll help you hon." Summer
added as the laughter subsided. It wasn't long before we joined Mom and Emily
in the living room again.
"I now have a promise that you're going to practice
your music so you don't forget it." Mom said. "Emily is going to
teach you to play guitar too, so I hear."
"I hope so." I replied as we got comfortable on
the couch. I looked up and Emily's face was full of pent up excitement. Summer
stifled a yawn behind her hand. "Maybe we should wait, your mom seems
pretty tired."
"Mom, do you need some coffee?" She asked with a
longing in her voice. We all laughed as her mother declined.
"Pete, get in there and play Santa for us." Mom
said as she prodded me with a toe.
It was surprising how little time it took to tear through
the loot. Emily dancing around a pile hugging her new game. She pouted slightly
because her mother said she'd lose it if her grades didn't stay up. I agreed,
and reminded her we had a deal. We did our best to neaten up and make a
pathway. Mom said she was going to go to bed and made her way upstairs. We had
Emily's bed made up in Mom's office on a borrowed folding bed. Summer allowed
her to take the game with her so she could try it out. A quiet settled over the
house as we tucked in for the night.
Summer emerged from Emily's makeshift bedroom. I had cleared
the coffee table off and se
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Stories.

"You're quiet."
I smiled. "Sorry, just thinking." I'd gotten home
a few days before and promptly went back to work. This was my first night off,
and sitting across the table from Mom, I thought that it was time to tell her,
but unsure about how to go about it.
"Your trip went well then." She asked, the
questioning tone left hanging in the air between us.
"It went very well." I said and looked her in the
eyes. She knew, like mothers do, that there was a lot more to the story. She
sat there with an expression that said, "when you're ready, tell me what
you need to get off your chest."
"Dinner smells terrific." I said.
"Yea it does. Sorry it's going to be a bit late, I got
it into the slow cooker later than I'd planned." She said, before getting
up and setting the table.
I'm not sure if it was the homely sounds of the kitchen but
I relaxed. "Do you remember two years ago when I went down to see Davy
about a job for the summer?"
"Yes, when he'd given it to that Dylan boy." She
said, knowing that the story was about to unfold.
"Yea, the reason he gave it to Dylan was because I
didn't make it there in time. I stopped down at Paula's and she asked me to
make a delivery for her since I was going right near the place on my way to see
Davy." I began. I let the story unfold, not going into the steamy details.
After all it was my mother I was talking to, and she didn't need to hear about
that, any more than I wanted to tell her. I told her about taking care of Summer
for weeks. She mentioned that Paula told her about me taking her to the concert
in the park. I said that I had, and a good many people had let her know that I
had been on stage and played for some girl named Summer. I had totally
forgotten about how public that was, and yet she never mentioned it to me even
though she'd heard about it. Mothers can be the sneaky when they want to be.
"So you already knew?" I said surprised.
"Well not so much as you think, but when your son
serenades a pretty girl at a crowded summer concert, people will ask you about
it." She said with a smile. "I thought that you'd tell me when you
were ready." She paused. "I knew something had happened though, and I
didn't want to pry. You're an adult, and I respect the fact that you're not
going to tell me everything that's going on in your life. Listen to me, that
sounded like a huge guilt trip, it's not. I just want you to know that I
respect your privacy. Paula tried to dig for dirt with me and I told her that
you hadn't discussed your job with me."
I told her about how abruptly Summer had left. The look on
my face must have conveyed exactly how it felt. She walked over and rested a
hand on my shoulder before running her hand down the back of my head and giving
my neck a little squeeze. She knew somebody had broken my heart, now she knew
who it was.
"So you went to see her?" She asked.
"It's nice there, kind of like west of here over
towards the mountains. She lives in a decent sized city, like Augusta maybe.
She's a nurse at the hospital there. She's got a terrific daughter named
Emily." At that I spied mom's eyebrows lift a fraction.
"So how did the first meeting go?" You hadn't seen
her in over a year, the way she left I can't imagine you'd heard from her
before that."
"It was nerve wracking." I said with a laugh. I
told her about leaving the note and finally meeting again. I mentioned meeting
Emily and how they asked me to stay with them. I watched for a look of shock or
surprise and didn't see one cross mom's face. Her head just bobbed as she took
it all in.
"So, when?" She asked, picking up the thread of a
conversation we'd had weeks before.
I just smiled. "First of the year. I'll be done with my
one year duty here. I've already picked up the necessary forms to apply there.
If I don't get in there, I'll look to nearby towns, or just go back to school
and get a job doing something else. I'm going to get my EMT training one way or
another." She smiled at that.
"I hope I get to meet her someday." There's the
guilt trip I thought.
"Well, funny you should mention that, because I was
thinking of the same thing." I replied, and let her know how I hoped we
could make it happen. She was all smiles after that.
"Oh my God, to have been a fly on the wall during that
conversation." Summer said. Her voice sounded so sweet. It made my heart
beat faster just to hear it.
"I left out most of the lurid bits of the story. I
didn't want her to keel over on me."
"I'm sure any parts you left out, she figured out
already. From the sounds of her, she doesn't seem like the type to fool
easily." She replied.
"That she isn't. Luckily I was a good kid so I didn't
have to bullshit my way through many situations."
We talked about little things, Emily was doing a little
better in school, but still wasn't pushing for the all A's that Summer was
looking for. I said to give her time, the music is helping I was sure of it.
Emily insisted on talking to me, I could hear her bouncing like a jumping bean
in the background. She was all excited to tell me about how her music teacher
thought it was terrific she was so interested in everything I was showing her
and her friends and how she was going to be in a holiday concert at school. I
brought up school, asking how she was doing. She let out a little sigh.
"One A, two B's and two C's" was her reply.
"I just don't get algebra!" The other C was from a history class
which had her bored to tears talking about 'boring dead people' as she put it.
I made her a deal, no C's by the mid-term report card and
I'd make it worth her while. It was after her mother chivied her off the phone
and to bed that I brought up my idea. I was surprised that not only did she
like the idea she was very excited.
Thanksgiving day past with several calls on homes with
scorched turkeys, and one unfortunate turkey frying experiment that cost a
family their garage. Soon the snow was upon us. This early the snow usually
didn't stick long, not this close to the ocean. It did make the driving
difficult for the people who hadn't seen it in seven months. Luckily there were
no major incidents. That is until I handed my notice into the chief.
He was less than impressed, until I told him my plans. He
said he'd push to get me EMT training the budgets would be out soon. I showed
him a picture of Summer and Emily that I'd snapped with my phone. "Unless
you can make that job happen where they are. It's not likely to change my
mind." I said with a smile.
"Would she be willing to move here?"
I laughed. "Not nearly as I'm ready to move there.
Don't worry I'm a first year greenhorn, I can't be that tough to replace."
"No but that means I have to find one willing to
relocate here or scrounge up another, get him up to Fairfield, and wait months
to put him to work." He shook his head, then asked to see the picture
again. "I'll say this, she looks worthy of a guy like you. Don't screw it
up."
"I like to think that I'm worthy of a girl like her.
Trust me, I'll do everything I can to not screw it up."
Christmas eve came quietly, the crackle of a log in the wood
stove, the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen and in the living room
me rustling and muttering while attempting to wrap a gift.
"Do you want a cookie?" Mom called out from the
kitchen.
"Of course, but did you make enough for Santa?" I
said chuckling.
"Don't you worry, I'm practicing for when the girls get
here. What kind of grandma street cred would I have if I couldn't whip up
cookies on the spur of the moment?"
We had a quiet dinner earlier just the two of us. I started
to doubt my gift choice and my mother put her hand on my arm. "Relax,
she's going to love it, trust me."
"I know, I'm just getting a little anxious." I
said with a sigh. She chuckled at that.
"She'll be here day after tomorrow. Breathe."
Mom was going to pick her up at the airport since I'd
swapped shifts with Mike so I could have the later part of the week off. I'd be
working Christmas day and the day after and have the next three days off, then
two more days and I was done. I'd already started packing. Mom kept trying to
give me furniture, which was nice but wasn't going to travel well since I
didn't know where I'd be living just yet. I asked Summer if I could stay with
her for a few days while I looked at apartments to which she quickly said yes.
I felt a hand on my shoulder rubbing it firmly.
"Breathe." She said again.
"You're going to like her."
"I already do, because I trust you. You've always been
a good judge of character." We did justice to the cookies leaving a couple
out with a small glass of milk, just in case.
Work went by slowly, we had a huge dinner at the engine
house. We did have one call of a chimney fire from some overzealous wrapping
paper burning. The next day had me so jumpy Herb said I should drink decaf from
now on. When I told him why his face broke into a huge grin.
"You finally tugged back, huh? Tell me you're going to
bring her by so we can meet the woman you're dumping us for."
"I might, just to show her why I'm leaving." I
laughed ducking his backhanded slap. About mid-afternoon I got a text saying
that they had landed and mom had found them. They should be in town in a little
over an hour. I did an equipment check and spent some time polishing the chrome
on #3 to keep myself occupied.
"Hey Pete!" I heard from over by the kitchen. I
walked around the corner and Summer was standing there, her arm on Emily’s
shoulder. Allan, the lieutenant on duty laughed. "I haven't seen him smile
like that since the time we ordered pizzas from next door and didn't make him
cook." I walked up and Summer launched herself into my arms. Several
kisses later I noticed we were getting a round of applause.
"You may need to hose them off, they do this all the
time." Emily announced to everybody, to a hale of laughter. I gave Summer
another kiss before releasing my grip and reaching out to Em.
"Come here smart ass and give me a hug." She
gladly dove into my side and I kissed her on the forehead.
"What are you feeding her? I used to be able to kiss
the top of her head."
"Everything, I think she's having another growth
spurt." Summer replied. I showed them around, introducing them to the guys
on duty. Herb gave me a sly wink, I don't think he had any doubts now as to why
I was leaving.
Allan walked over to us. "Damn, I'm sorry you're not
feeling well Pete. Hopefully you'll feel better by Thursday. Danny is coming
into the cover the overnight." I looked at him oddly. "Get outta here
you three." He smiled and thumped me on the back and walked off.
I wasn't sure what happened, but I wasn't about to argue the
point. We all piled into my truck and I drove back to the house. I felt Mom's
hand in this when I saw a big spread being worked on for dinner. I knew I was
right. I asked her if she needed any help.
"Maybe a little." She put her hand on Emily’s
shoulder. "Would you mind giving me a hand Emily?" Mom gave me a look
and raised an eyebrow in dismissal.
"Don't work her too hard. We'll need some help to clean
out under the tree later." I said chuckling.
As soon as we made it through the doorway Summer turned me
and fell into my arms. The kiss was sweet with an underlying urgency. Her body
felt like a taught bowstring against me, the energy waiting to be unleashed.
Em said a little louder than necessary. "If I know
them, they're in there with their faces stuck together." Causing us both
to laugh.
"I hope we have a lot of potatoes to peel. I'm really
hungry." I called back. Summer pulled me down onto the couch and kissed me
again.
"I have a special surprise for you." She said with
a big grin.
"Not here, my mother is right in the kitchen!" I
said laughing.
"Not that, maybe later if we can find a way to pull it
off." She said as she gave the front of my pants a squeeze. "I've
only had Bob to keep me company the last two months, and he's a lousy
cuddler."
My eyes went wide. "Who is Bob?" I asked.
She snorted and leaned in to whisper in my ear.
"Battery operated boyfriend." I busted out laughing.
"Is this the same Bob you traveled with a few years
ago?" I asked softly, not wanting the conversation to raise questions.
Summer rolled her eyes. "Maybe, maybe not? You left me
in a bad way two weeks ago when you called. It's not nice to ply a girl with
pretty words and promises and then leave her to take matters in her own
hands." I remembered the call, and I wanted so badly to ravish her until
we both passed out.
"Oh my God, look at you blush." She said with a
smile. She leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Don't you worry, I'll get
my due for that, and then some." She took my ear lobe in her mouth giving
it a tug. Her hand slipped between my legs, she massaged the inside of my thigh
and it was getting the reaction she expected.
"I'm going to run upstairs and change, I'll be right
back." I said, trying to steady my breathing.
She grinned even further with a glint in her eye. "Want
to show me your room?"
I chuckled at that. "Sure." I stood taking her
hand and led her upstairs. I led her into the room where she peeked out the
door behind us before closing it quietly and began unbuttoning my shirt for me.
In a flash I was shirtless and she was kissing her way down as she pushed my
t-shirt up and off.
"Are you nuts?" I chuckled.
"I can't leave you like this through dinner." She
said stroking my hard cock through my pants. She stepped back sitting on the
edge of the bed and pulled me towards her by the belt and undid it. She had my
pants and boxers around my knees and began licking my cock. She looked up
catching my eye as she began taking it into her mouth. It's a wonder my knees
didn't buckle at the sensation. She took me slowly at first, but sensed my
mounting frustration and sped up, bobbing swiftly drawing me out until I
exploded down her throat.
I gasped catching my breath. "You're a little bit evil,
you know that?"
She dabbed at the corner of her mouth with a tissue she
grabbed from the box on the nightstand.
"I don't know about that. I think I'm more angelic, to
relieve you from your suffering like that." She replied.
"I can't wait to return the favor."
"Neither can I." She said smiling. "Is there
a bathroom up here?" I told her it was the last door on the right.
"Good, let me go freshen up and head downstairs before you come
down."
I came down the stairs and stopped at the sight before me. Summer
sat at the end of the couch, with a mug in her hands, eyes wide as she watched
Em. Colored lights twinkled making the scene magical. She had the most beatific
expression as she watched Emily scouting the presents under the tree. Emily
sounded amazed that she had so many. Mom had pulled out the stops when she
discovered she finally had a girl to shop for. Summer's gaze lit on me and her
smile got even bigger as she beckoned me over. Just as I sat down Mom called
out for a hand and I hopped back up and grabbed the tray she'd put together.
"This one for Em, no rum in it." She pointed at
one of the mugs of hot cider.
"Going to be that kind of night is it?" I
chuckled.
"Hey, it's the holidays. Why not enjoy ourselves?"
She followed me out with a huge platter of food and set it on the coffee table.
We chatted while dinner cooked. Emily landed next to the platter and began
nibbling away. I had a dread feeling that this meeting was going to be awkward
for everybody involved. Trust Mom to treat Summer like a longtime girlfriend,
not like someone she'd met a few hours before. Somehow discussion turned to
what I was like when I was little and the embarrassing stories began. Before
long the buzzer on the stove went off and we mobilized and soon we were sitting
around the table, a feast laid out before us.
"I wondered where he got his culinary skills from, now
I know. Everything was delicious."
"Thank you. I assure you that I only showed him the
basics, he's more creative than I've ever been in the kitchen."
Em piped in describing our weekend of Italian food when I was
at their house a few months earlier.
"Your lieutenant wasn't happy with me because of it
either. I guess since you've been there they've eaten better than they had in
years. Some of the guys said you were a better cook than their wives." Summer
said laughing.
"It's probably for the best, Earl was getting a paunch
on him." I replied. "I have a gift. What can I say?"
"You could say, don't move Mom, I'll take care of the
dishes."
Hearing my groan caused Emily to add, "You know the
deal, the cook doesn't do the dishes, and you didn't cook."
"I didn't cook, either I'll help you hon." Summer
added as the laughter subsided. It wasn't long before we joined Mom and Emily
in the living room again.
"I now have a promise that you're going to practice
your music so you don't forget it." Mom said. "Emily is going to
teach you to play guitar too, so I hear."
"I hope so." I replied as we got comfortable on
the couch. I looked up and Emily's face was full of pent up excitement. Summer
stifled a yawn behind her hand. "Maybe we should wait, your mom seems
pretty tired."
"Mom, do you need some coffee?" She asked with a
longing in her voice. We all laughed as her mother declined.
"Pete, get in there and play Santa for us." Mom
said as she prodded me with a toe.
It was surprising how little time it took to tear through
the loot. Emily dancing around a pile hugging her new game. She pouted slightly
because her mother said she'd lose it if her grades didn't stay up. I agreed,
and reminded her we had a deal. We did our best to neaten up and make a
pathway. Mom said she was going to go to bed and made her way upstairs. We had
Emily's bed made up in Mom's office on a borrowed folding bed. Summer allowed
her to take the game with her so she could try it out. A quiet settled over the
house as we tucked in for the night.
Summer emerged from Emily's makeshift bedroom. I had cleared
the coffee table off and set the la
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