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  • Servicing Foxx Inc: Part 3
    Servicing Foxx Inc: Part 3
    Job Performance Medical Testing

    By PtmcPilot listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.



    "Come in," she called. I entered the medical exam

    room to find her standing in a white uniform with white two inch heels, her
    hair now down, and most strikingly, the top three buttons on her uniform
    undone. I couldn't tell if she was wearing a bra, but the cleavage she was
    sporting could almost put Christina Hendricks to shame. She held out a hand and
    I passed her the clipboard. "Please sit here," she said, motioning to
    a chair that was also equipped with an apparatus for me to sit my arm on while
    a blood sample was taken. She reviewed my medical history, making notes and
    asking me questions every now and then. Then she donned a pair of latex gloves
    and prepped some sample vials. "Are you allergic to rubbing alcohol or latex?"
    She asked.

    "No," I said, and moved the armrest into position.

    She frowned at me, removed my arm from the rest and moved it

    out of the way. Then she moved the armrest into position and positioned my arm
    upon it. I didn't get it, but I let her do as she wanted. "Please keep
    your arm here while I sterilize."

    She raised an eyebrow and said, "Hmm. I think this will

    go better if you acknowledge my orders more precisely." I nodded. She
    smiled, "Do you understand?"

    As Ms. Olson had said, she was precise, and I was beginning

    to understand something about this woman. "I understand, Nurse Jenkins. I
    will keep my arm here while you sterilize."

    For my words I was rewarded with that brilliant smile. She

    broke the seal on an alcohol wipe, then held my wrist as she thoroughly
    scrubbed the inside of my elbow. Next she picked up a tourniquet strap and tied
    it around my upper arm. "Please make a fist and squeeze three times,
    holding on the last," she said.

    "Make a fist and squeeze three times, holding on the

    last, aye," I repeated back as if in the Navy again.

    Her cheeks flushed and her nostrils flared (I swear they

    did), as she produced the sample syringe, selected a vein, and stuck me for the
    sample. She was well practiced and it was a good stick. After drawing two vials
    she pulled the syringe and applied a square of gauze, "Apply
    pressure," she said as she disposed of the syringe and then started to
    invert the sealed vials a few times.

    "Apply pressure, aye," I said, and she smiled

    again.

    She took the vials to a nearby machine, where she inserted

    the tubes and pressed a few buttons. Then she returned, bringing an elastic,
    self stick bandage with her. She took the gauze from me and applied a new
    piece, "Apply pressure," she said.

    I repeated back the order, and was rewarded with another

    bright smile as she applied the bandage. She then stood and motioned for me to
    follow her. "Employment does require verification that you are drug free,
    so next up is the urine sample." She crooked an eyebrow at me, "Are
    you sufficiently hydrated to provide a sample at this time?"

    I checked, yep. "Yes, Nurse Jenkins."

    "Do you typically suffer from stage fright? As they

    say?" She asked.

    "Um, no Nurse Jenkins," I said, though in truth I

    was certain I had never tried whatever it was she appeared to have in mind.

    Then she laughed and handed me a specimen jar. "I'm

    just messing with you," and she pushed me into the small restroom and shut
    the door. She came back a couple minutes later and took the now filled, sealed
    and cleaned specimen bottle from me. "Now, Tom, please remove your clothes
    and put on the gown over there. Be sure the gown opening is to the front."

    I'll go easy on you here and just say I continued to repeat

    back all of her instructions verbatim.

    Her expression was not so much professional detachment as it

    was desire when I finished the repeat back. Apparently such over the top verbal
    obedience was high on her list of triggers. She left the room, closing the door
    behind her, and I took off my clothes, folding them and setting them on a
    shelf. Now nude, I picked up the gown and pulled on the sleeves with the
    opening in the front. Now, normally such gowns tie in the back and the opening
    starts somewhere just over your ass. In this configuration the opening started
    at my belly button, putting everything on display. However, I wasn't really
    surprised.

    I knocked on the door and her voice replied, "Come

    in."

    Entering the room she gestured to the exam table. I noticed

    it was now pleasantly warm in the room. "Please sit and we will review
    your medical history and start the skin survey."

    I sat down, with my now semi-hard cock pointing up from my

    groin. And it was in this configuration, with me mostly naked and her sitting
    fully clothed only a few feet away and right in front of me, that we discussed
    my medical history for the next twenty minutes. Seemingly satisfied with the
    evaluation, she set the clipboard aside and washed her hands again. "Now,
    Tom, I find it best to conduct the exam of your epidermis with my bare hands.
    If you have any objections I will switch to gloves of course."

    Of course, I thought. Then she asked, "Do you have any

    objections to my use of bare hands?"

    Shaking my head, I said, "No objections Nurse

    Jenkins."

    She beamed at me, then said, "Very well. Please remove

    the gown and lay down on your chest and I will examine your back first."

    I gave the repeat back and added, "Yes nurse".

    Then I pulled the knot loose, dropped the gown to the floor and turned and lay
    down on my chest. It was at this point I realized the only purpose of the gown
    was to reinforce the fact she was fully clothed and I was definitely not.

    No sooner was I lying on my chest when I felt her hands on

    my feet. Her fingers alternately stroked, pressed, probed and felt my skin. She
    took her time, asking about various moles, small scars, and other things of
    interest. As she went over my thighs and ass, I started to get aroused again
    even though she wasn't really doing anything to directly elicit such a
    response. She seemed to sense my discomfort as she worked on my lower back.
    "Please roll to your left side," she said. Rather than repeat this, I
    simply rolled as directed. She took hold of my stiffening cock and adjusted its
    position before rolling me back onto my belly. She then finished her
    examination of my backside, informing me I would have follow ups with a
    dermatologist for two odd looking moles, just to be sure.

    "Now roll over to your back please," she said, and

    I did. Once again she started at my feet and worked her way up to my scalp,
    skipping my groin. All the attention had me once again hard and ready for
    whatever was next. I didn't have to wait long.

    "Mr. Jeffries, at this time I would like to get you

    comfortable for the final portions of the exam." I nodded to indicate she
    should continue. "I will be manually examining your testicles, very
    carefully, to look for any lumps. You do know your age bracket is most at risk
    for testicular cancer?"

    I was lying on my back, nude, as the nurse ran her hands

    over my balls, cupping them snugly. I didn't try to hold back a groan.
    "Yes, nurse."

    "When complete I will perform a digital exam of your

    prostate, followed shortly by collection of a sperm sample." I groaned and
    acknowledged her, ready for whatever she had in mind to make that last part happen.
    "Mr. Jeffries, while most commonly a prostate exam is conducted with the
    patient bent forward over the table, I suggest we avail ourselves of the
    equipment present to make you most comfortable."

    "I, um, don't understand."

    She leaned forward and put her face right in front of mine,

    "Scoot your ass down the table and put your feet in the stirrups."

    Now that gave me pause. While I understood women getting

    into that position, I wasn't sure about my doing it. The pause was just long
    enough to draw a reprimand. Her face was still right in front of mine as her
    hand holding my balls changed from fondle to control, but well short of
    anything painful. "Mr. Jeffries, is there a concern you would like to
    voice?" Her grip shifted from control to fondle, and back.

    With her still holding onto me I adjusted my position on the

    table as instructed, "No, Nurse Jenkins," I groaned as she
    manipulated me. Then she let go of me and helped my feet into the stirrups, my
    calves resting on the pads. Then, in another surprise, she attached a Velcro
    strap to each. She then moved her chair and sat very close to me, taking my
    balls in her hand and very carefully palpating them. My cock, completely hard
    as a result of her manipulation, dripped onto my belly.

    I don't know how long she took for the exam, but there was

    quite the puddle when she was done. I figured she was done when she made a
    tight ring with her thumb and forefinger at the base of my cock even as she
    continued to hold my balls. "Mr Jeffries?" She said, and I looked
    down at her as she extended her tongue and started to lick my balls.

    My eyes rolled up and I groaned. She then ran her tongue up

    the length of my cock, twirled her tongue around my head, then licked up the
    puddle of precum. As my cock reached a state of full hardness she said,
    "Now we shall move on to the prostate exam and the sperm sample."
    Letting go of my cock, she stood and handed me a bulb shaped bit of silicone.
    "At some point during the process I will bring you to orgasm. At any time
    you feel you may ejaculate you are to inform me and pop that receptacle onto
    the head of your penis. Do you understand?"

    I nodded and said, "Yes nurse." Then she made an

    unnecessary show of putting on one latex glove and thoroughly lubricating her
    hands. Then she held the base of my cock and rubbed my balls as her gloved hand
    rubbed my perineum and anus. I tensed.

    I felt her breath on my cock as both her hands continued to

    stroke me. "You are clear on the outcome?"

    "Yes nurse," I said with some strain.

    "Good," she said and took me fully in her mouth.

    To my surprise, I delighted in the feeling of her finger pushing into me even
    as she slid her mouth down my length. I thrust my hips up as she pushed into
    me, and she coughed at the sudden movement and pulled back. The finger inside
    me was motionless for a bit, and then she starting moving it, though in a way I
    couldn't place. A deep pressure started to build.

    As she continued to 'examine' what had to be my prostate,

    she said, "Really Mr. Jeffries, thrusting is not appropriate." As she
    said this she stroked my cock using her saliva as a very nice lubricant. I
    could now tell she was rubbing every part of my prostate, being quite thorough.
    The pressure increased. "Will you be able to control yourself?"

    "Yes Nurse, I believe so."

    She nodded and gave me a most unprofessional leer. "I

    doubt it," she said, "but try anyway." And then she took me
    fully in her mouth again, her tongue doing wonderful things up and down the
    length of my cock. The finger in my ass was now moving more in and out than
    back and forth, and when she added a second finger I gripped the sides of the
    table and forced my hips to remain in place.

    She hummed around my cock and stroked me with her fingers.

    It was like nothing else I'd ever experienced. Her tongue worked my frenulum
    and head while her fingers stroked my shaft, and the effect of her fingers on
    my prostate was to make my cock feel a few inches longer. She regularly looked
    up at me, and the vision of her intense eyes with me in her mouth added another
    sexual dimension. As she bobbed and stroked me slowly it became clear that she
    was in no hurry. Monitoring my reactions, she paused her efforts every now and
    then back away from the edge.

    It felt strange and delicious, and after what seemed like

    ages but was probably only ten minutes, I had the feeling I was, well,
    dribbling into her mouth. She noticed as well and she took her mouth off me.
    "I've got you flowing nicely now, and I want a nice full sample from
    you." I looked down and noticed precum oozing out continuously. As she
    kept fingering me she massaged my balls with the rest of her hand.

    Then she resumed sucking and tonguing my head and crown as

    she stroked me, but this time felt different. As I started to tense up she
    didn't stop. "Nurse, I'm getting close!" I said with some urgency.
    She hummed an acknowledgment, looked me in the eye again. I had the silicone
    bulb thingy and I was damn close to needing it. Then, with an aggressive tongue
    lashing of my frenulum, I was there. "I'm going to come!"

    She continued to stroke my shaft as she backed away and I

    popped the cup over the head of my cock. It was a snug fit and I didn't have to
    hold it, which was good because just a moment later my body seized up and I
    found myself at the edge for an intense period. At no time did she stop
    stroking my cock and my ass, and then Boom! I exploded. The prostate massage
    and her continued stroking sent me into another world. My hips took off on
    their own as I pumped shot after shot into the bulb. When I finally started breathing
    again she pulled off the cup and took me in her mouth and gently licked and
    sucked me as I softened. When she stopped I realized her finger was no longer
    inside me. I heard the snap of her removing her glove, and then she undid the
    Velcro.

    "You may clean up and get dressed Mr. Jeffries, I

    should have your results soon," she said. I noticed she was quite flushed,
    possibly more than myself.

    "Yes Nurse," I said absently as I got off the

    bench in a post orgasmic daze. In the restroom I cleaned up, got dressed and
    knocked on the door some minutes later.

    "Enter," came her voice. I did so and she motioned

    for me to sit on the bench again.

    "Well, Mr.Jeffries, as might be expected for a young

    man of twenty-four years, you are in very good health. Blood work and vitals
    normal, all disease checks negative, your testes and prostate are normal, and
    you have a reasonably high sperm count." She paused then, kissed me and
    said, "Next time I'll get to swallow all the little swimmers." She
    showed me her 'sex badge', and I noted the two at the top were CIM (come in
    mouth) and FOX (essentially blow job).

    I returned her grin and said, "I look forward to

    it."

    She led me to the door and I headed back to my office. As I

    passed Allie at reception she smiled prettily. "How is your first day
    going?" She asked.

    "Somehow even better than I expected," I said. My

    stomach growled loud enough for her to hear. The clock said it was already
    1230.

    "Would you like some lunch?" She asked.

    "That would be great," I said.

    She picked up the phone, punched a number and spoke briefly.

    A minute later Susan from security arrived and took Allie's place. "Be
    back in fifteen," Allie said.

    Susan smirked, "Take all the time you want."

    "Just lunch, Susan, not my turn," Allie replied.

    Allie led me to the cafeteria, where about ten people were

    still eating. I ordered a turkey club and joined Ashley at an empty table. As
    we ate we made small talk, mostly about how we had come to work at Foxx Inc.
    Allie was finishing an internship, looking to start law school in the Fall. She
    was quite interested in my Navy experience, and while I tried to answer her, I
    found it was always difficult to convey what life on a submarine was like.

    "So what about my predecessor?" I asked.

    "What about him?" she said.

    "Do you know why he left?" I asked.

    She shrugged, "I think the job wore him out. He was

    here for a few years I think, left Monday last week."

    "Wore him out, as in " I said, the question

    hanging there.

    She swallowed a bite of food and then said, "I'm sure

    that at some point having all the sex you can handle must become too
    much." She shrugged, "Or maybe he wanted a girlfriend. It would take
    someone really open minded to let their boyfriend loose in here every
    day."

    Too tired? I thought about that. I'd had two great orgasms

    today, and I felt energized. Would I feel that way by Friday? One thing was for
    sure I was looking forward to finding out. I finished my sandwich and noticed a
    woman a couple of tables away was watching me. Allie noticed my glance and
    looked over her shoulder. The other woman waved at us, then stood and left the
    room.

    "Who was that?" I asked.

    "That's Cindy from IT, your last appointment for the

    day. She'll be by around five after for your two pm meeting."

    "Oh?" I said. "Why five minutes late?"

    "Velma's never on time."

    "Velma? I thought you said Cindy?" I said,

    confused.

    "It'll be clear enough. She's not one to waste time, so

    I recommend having a password ready for your smart card. It's kind of like the
    CAC you used to have. Eight characters, upper and lower case, numerals and
    special character."

    "Sure," I said, confused, and wondering why she

    referenced a CAC at all.

    Back in my office I took a very quick shower before going

    over more maintenance history and familiarizing myself with the existing contracts.
    After going through about half the documents my impression was that things were
    running well in the building, but I'd follow up with Ms Olson later to get her
    thoughts. I also googled Velma, though I didn't remember the other name. It
    didn't take long to figure out what might be going on, so I was ready when
    shortly after 1400 my door opened and a woman walked in. She had short cropped
    dark brown hair, dark rimmed glasses, an orange sweater, a red skirt and orange
    stockings. A pair of large breasts wobbled underneath her sweater making it
    clear she was without a bra. "Hi," she said with a smile, "I'm
    Velma from IT to set up your account." At first I didn't recognize her,
    but something about her face was familiar. It suddenly dawned on me that this was
    the same woman from lunch. Her name tag read Cindy something, but whatever
    Velma wanted, I was ready to give it to her.

    I shook my head in an exaggerated manner and barked out,

    "Zoinks!"

    She laughed and smiled broadly. "You're so goofy,

    Shaggy." She gestured to my computer, "May I?" she said.

    I backed away from the desk and offered her the seat.

    "Of course."

    She smiled at me and said, "Thanks, Shaggy." Her

    hands flew over the keyboard, screens changing rapidly as she did so. After a
    moment she took my badge, removed it from the protective sleeve, and slotted
    into the side of the computer. She backed away and gestured toward the
    computer. "Once you enter a password it will take about fifteen minutes to
    generate keys," she said. I typed in a password and was asked to verify it
    twice. Once done she stood, went to the door, and locked it from within. Then
    she turned to face me and pulled her sweater over her head. She was a thicc
    young woman, with a truly large pair of nicely shaped tits. Silver dollar areola
    and tight pink nipples atop easily DDD milky white breasts. I closed the
    distance and took those mammaries in my hands, squeezing, fondling and sucking
    like a starving man. She murmured her approval and enjoyed my ministrations for
    a short while. Then she put her hands on my shoulders and gently pressed me to
    sit down on the floor.

    She sat down astride my thighs, her hands undoing my belt

    and pulling down my pants and underwear. She readily got me hard in her mouth
    before moving down and dangling her tits on either side of my cock. Not needing
    any guidance at this point, I took her tits in my hands and kneaded them as I
    held them around my cock. Fucking those beauties was a dream. Nothing quite
    like handfuls of breast wrapped around my dick to really get me going. Velma
    was holding herself up with her hands, watching me enjoy the use of her ample
    cleavage as her tits dangled over me. Even better, every four or five strokes
    she took me in her mouth to lube me up again.

    "Enjoying yourself?" She asked after a few

    minutes.

    I groaned with another thrust between the mounds filling my

    hands, "Very much so, Velma."

    "Cool, Shaggy," she said. "Okay if I ride you

    now?"

    "Be my guest," I said.

    She crawled forward a bit, then moved up her feet and

    shifted into a squat. Taking a hold of me she sat down on my cock as I sucked a
    nipple into my mouth. She was very wet, but extremely tight. She took her time,
    at least thirty seconds, to fully seat herself on my hips. Then, she leaned
    down to kiss me as she started to ride me ever so slowly. Velma used only her
    quads as she raised and lowered herself, and it seemed the tension in those
    muscles was also reflected in her kegels. Somehow she squeezed me on both the
    upstroke and the downstroke. It was a slow build for me, and who knows how she
    kept up those squats, but as she continued I found myself soon approaching a
    conclusion.

    "Velma, I'm getting close," I said.

    Dropping her weight on my hips she rolled us over into a

    missionary position, save for the fact I still had my pants on. I pulled out of
    her reluctantly and shucked off my pants and underwear. Velma spread her legs
    wide in invitation and started to rub her clit. Kneeling between her thighs I
    pressed into her again and then held her legs open by leaning on her thighs.
    She moaned as I started to fuck her in earnest. "Oh, yeah," she
    purred, "pound me Shaggy! Come in me!"

    Needing no other encouragement or direction, I did just

    that. Stroke after stroke I buried myself in her cunt, the delicious feeling
    building once again. Suddenly, her breath caught and her eyes closed tightly
    and she declared she was coming. She clamped down on me, threatening to keep me
    from finishing, but I would not be deterred from driving us both over the edge.
    I slid my hands to her shoulders and pulled her down as I thrust up into her
    tightness again. I could sense her coming off her peak and then I was there
    myself, swelling and then bursting inside her. She opened her eyes as I
    finished pumping her full of my third load of the day. "Thanks Shaggy,
    that was cool."

    I nodded, then withdrew to get dressed, yet again. She took

    her seat in front of the computer, chest still wonderfully bare. "Just in
    time Mr J. Your card is ready now." She stood and picked up her sweater
    which she pulled over her big tits with practiced ease.

    "The start page should help you well enough, but if you

    need anything, just call." she said.

    I remembered there was one thing I needed: how to expense

    the uniforms. Velma talked me through that and then it was time for her to go.
    I'd hardly said a thing during her visit, but it didn't seem to bother her.

    For the next couple of hours I made sure to rehydrate while

    I was using my new network access to evaluate the services currently under
    contract. All seemed to be in order, but there was something nagging at me. I
    spent some time trying to figure it out, but to no avail. It was half past four
    and about time for me to call it a day when there was a knock at my door and
    the always lovely Ms Olson came in and sat across from me.

    "And how was your first day, Joe?" She asked.

    Leaning back in my chair I said, "I think you know it's

    a bit of a living wet dream." She smirked and I continued, "But I do
    have a few questions."

    "I'll answer if I can," she said, "what's on

    your mind?"

    "First off, I thought I was providing the fantasy

    material," I said.

    She raised an eyebrow and held it there for a moment.

    "Surely having Velma from IT stop by wasn't too much of a burden?"

    I was briefly at a loss, "How "

    She held up a hand to stop me. "Many people like role playing,

    and from many sides. If it doesn't bother you then just enjoy it. And Velma's
    her thing. Always has been. I presume Shaggy was able to answer to his
    name?"

    I hadn't realized the joke of Shaggy shagging Velma, and I

    laughed out loud.. "Okay, and the nurse is, just that way?"

    Ms Olson regarded me quizzically, "What do you

    mean?"

    I realized I was about to say something unkind, and I

    stopped myself. "Nothing. My exam was pretty intense, that's all."

    The look I received was unexpected. "Was anything wrong?"

    She asked.

    "Um, well, no. I can't say that."

    "But the, ah, sperm sample collection surprised

    you?" She was instantly pleased by my surprise.

    My eyes narrowed, "Just how much of what goes on behind

    closed doors do you know about?"

    "Only what people tell me Mr Jeffries, only what they

    tell me."

    "And what was it our nurse said after our

    session?"

    Ms Olson smiled her brilliant predatory smile. "She all

    but demanded to be on your schedule the next time she is in the building. When
    I asked why she said the sample process precluded her from feeling your cock
    pumping down her throat."

    I was agog again, and she leaned forward, "Her exact

    words, I'm quite certain. I gather the prostate massage was unexpected? But
    enjoyable."

    I nodded dumbly. "I, um, yes of course it was. But why

    sperm samples?"

    She crossed her legs and held one knee in her hands.

    "Really Mr. Jeffries, when you ask me questions like that I have to wonder
    if you somehow faked being a nuclear trained operator."

    I sighed, "Because someone may want my sperm."

    "You see," she said with a smirk, "I knew you

    were quick."

    For the umpteenth time today I was momentarily speechless.

    "But with full medical, why not IVF or artificial insemination?"

    She nodded, "Those are options we support as well, but

    historically if the woman is fertile the old fashioned way is much more
    effective. And fun, of course."

    "I see."

    "No, I doubt that you do, but that's a discussion for

    another time." I had the distinct sense we were done for now.

    I walked around the table and lifted her to her feet. Taking

    her head in my hands I kissed her thoroughly before giving her a very
    unfriendly hug, pressing her taut nipples into my chest. "I'll never be
    able to thank you enough."

    She patted my cheek and stepped back. "I'd seriously

    like to fuck you right now, but I said three per day to start. I doubt you've
    had sex three times a day five days in a row at any time in your life. I don't
    want to overtax you starting on day one."

    "Well, actually, if you ask Tilly about this one

    time," I started, and she held up a hand to stop me.

    "It's mean to tell me I am not giving you a proper

    challenge," she turned, locked the door and immediately started
    undressing. "It will not do for me to think we are not getting you off
    enough."

    Subconsciously I had followed her lead and was quickly

    getting undressed to match her. "I didn't mean it that way," I said.

    Nude, she knelt on my couch and bent over. She looked over

    shoulder at me, "Now get over here and service me. I want your hands on my
    hips and your cock drilling me, right now."

    By the time she finished that statement I was sliding into

    her. I put my hands on her hips as requested, and started fucking her.
    "Mr. Jeffries, I have a dinner meeting in 30 minutes and I would
    appreciate a pair of quick orgasms so I have time to straighten up."

    I started grunting with effort and her moans and pants

    became more frantic. I was getting close to the finish myself. I turned her
    face toward me and checked that she was wearing blue lipstick. "Are you
    ready for me to give you your pre-dinner snack Ms. Olson?"

    Her mouth opened to say something, but then my fingers on

    her clit launched her climax and she couldn't seem to find the words. After a
    long period of gasping, she pulled free of my cock and turned to sit on the couch.
    At once she deep throated me. I reached down and twisted her nipples as she
    sucked on me. She moaned, and the sound put me over the edge. Even after coming
    three times earlier in the day, my body was not letting me down. I felt like I
    pumped a mouthful down to her belly, and I wondered if that would continue.
    This time she didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, and she continued to use her
    tongue to play with my cock until I was soft.

    "Thank you for the snack Mr. Jeffries. Good job getting

    hydrated. Organic man milk does a body good." She started to get dressed
    and I did the same.

    "I am going to sleep very well tonight Ms. Olson,"

    I said.

    She finished dressing and patted me on the cheek. "I

    know you will," she said with a smile before she turned and left my
    office.

    I got dressed and sat down at my desk, the day's servicing

    work apparently concluded. I put my hands behind my head and leaned back,
    unable to keep a smile from forming on my face. I made a few mental notes of
    things I needed to work on. The tri-graphs. There were a lot of them, and if I
    was to service someone without speaking first, I wouldn't want to get any of
    them wrong. And two things tugged at the edges of my awareness: was there more
    to the story of my predecessor, and was there some reason to pay more attention
    to the intern? I honestly had no idea why Allie had popped into my mind, but it
    was oddly similar to the feeling you get when something isn't right in the
    propulsion plant. You get used to everything being a certain way, and when something
    is off, you know at once even though it is going to take a bit to figure out
    what has grabbed your attention. I replayed the brief encounters with Allie and
    couldn't put a finger on why I was, what? Curious? Skeptical? Suspicious?

    Shaking my head I picked up the PBS booklet, grabbed my keys

    and wallet and left for the day.

    To be continued

    By PtmcPilot for Literotica

    33 min
  • Servicing Foxx Inc: Part 2
    Servicing Foxx Inc: Part 2
    First day of work at Foxx Inc..

    By PtmcPilot listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.



    As a brief recap, I had

    separated from the Navy a few weeks ago after six years in submarines. Growing
    bored of lounging around my parents' house, I began a job search, and to my
    surprise I found myself in an interview a short time later. An interview,
    believe it or not, that ended with my having sex with my hiring manager. My
    job, should I choose to accept it, was to sexually service the women of Foxx
    Inc. Just based on the interview, good work if you can get it. We pick up my
    journal record where the Friday job interview was finishing..

    I stood and removed my shirt. Through lidded eyes she

    watched as I pushed down my pants and underwear. She smiled when my slightly
    longer than average cock (as accurately reported on the questionnaire) came
    into view. "Would you please have intercourse with me now Thomas?"

    I said, "If you don't think it terribly rude, I would

    rather fuck you, Ms. Olson."

    "Um, that sounds fine to me," she said with a

    husky voice.

    Placing myself at her entrance, I pushed into her in one long,

    languid stroke, luxuriating in the snug, warm and wet feel of her cunt. Fully
    sheathed, she gave me a squeeze then placed my hands on her breasts. "Be
    rough with my nipples; I'll let you know if you go too far." I took her
    breasts in my hands, pressing them together even as I started to pinch her
    nipples. Her back arched as I did so, suggesting I was at least not going too
    far. I withdrew and started fucking her with long slow strokes.

    After a few minutes of simply enjoying the feel of her, I

    asked, "So, how many women are we talking about?"

    "My your cock feels good," she purred, "Um,

    what was that? Oh! Yes, we currently have forty five on staff."

    Damn her cunt felt great as she gripped me on the way out. I

    reseated myself with a sudden quick stroke and she gasped. "I do believe I
    have found a satisfactory replacement," she said as she smiled at me. My
    thrusting slowly became more and more forceful, and urgent. She stopped moaning
    briefly to say, "I may have forgotten to tell you something
    important."

    I heard her, and didn't process it. My thrusts were now

    getting frantic, and my partner knew quite clearly what that meant. "Mr.
    Jeffries, when you are servicing a woman in the Firm and she is wearing blue or
    black lipstick, you are to ejaculate in her mouth when you finish." As she
    said that I had that feeling you get when you know you are a few seconds from
    orgasm. And it finally registered she was wearing black lipstick.

    "Better get in position then, Ms. Olson!" I

    grunted through gritted teeth as I pulled out of her delectable cunt.

    She slid off the table and to her knees in front of me.

    Placing her hands on my ass, she took my cock in her mouth and began to bob her
    head as she attacked me with her tongue. Already past the point of no return I
    grabbed handfuls of her hair but did not pull her to me. As she sucked wildly
    on the head of my cock I grunted out that I was coming. Then, I teetered on the
    edge, that glorious edge of not quite there, and then I quite literally saw
    stars as I exploded in her mouth. I could not see how much I was coming, but it
    sure felt like a lot. I shot several strong bursts into her mouth before she
    gave me one last suck and I collapsed back onto the chair. I grinned stupidly
    at her as she appeared to swish my ejaculate around in her mouth before
    swallowing rather demonstrably. Grinning like the Cheshire cat, she leaned
    forward and gave me a peck on the lips. "Quite acceptable Mr. Jeffries,
    quite acceptable. You need to increase your water intake and consider adding
    some pineapple juice, but quite acceptable."

    "You mean, if I take the job," I said with some

    cheek.

    "Monday, 0 900," she said, apparently ignoring my

    statement. It had been frivolous after all.

    "Will you tell me what Tilly told you?" I asked.

    As she dressed she answered me very offhandedly. "I

    contacted her, had her sign and NDA, then paid her a large amount of cash to
    characterize you as a lover."

    I followed her lead and began dressing. "To be precise,

    I did not ask; what did you ask her, but rather what she told you."

    She kissed me, then smiled, "So very much the right

    choice," and she patted my cheek, "When you pay people upfront they
    may tell you nothing, but they never lie. She gushed on about you, which is
    something you should look into, before she paused, then said quite steadily,
    'eager, pleasing, vigorous, energetic, trainable,'" she paused for effect,
    "and very good. Why, is he available?" Her look said, 'that's
    precisely the words she used. "And the last thing she said before I
    thanked her was, 'you snap him up.'"

    I didn't have anything to say to that except that I might

    have to look Tilly up soon.

    Ms. Olson adjusted her skirt and donned her top before

    picking up her jacket. "As you might expect, Mr. Jeffries, we have
    policies and procedures." She winked at me, then took a pamphlet from the
    desk and handed it to me as she sat on the desk in front of me again.
    "That contains everything you need to know. Please commit it to memory by
    Monday."

    I took the pamphlet and she said, "One other thing, you

    can play up the fantasy element."

    "Fantasy element?" I asked.

    She smiled, a brilliant expression on her face. "You

    are the hunk of a package delivery man. The building super who always has
    just.the.right. tool. You are the plumber showing up when the poor lady of the
    house doesn't have the money to pay." She pulled me in for a hug and
    whispered in my ear, "Dress the part and keep these women happy." She
    kissed me hard after that speech, a furious and inspired attack on my lips and
    tongue. I was almost ready to go again when she stopped and pushed me back.

    After I finished dressing as she watched me, she looped her

    arm through mine and escorted me out of the building. "I'll start you off
    at three. See you Monday at 0 900 for orientation."

    There was the twenty-four hour time again. "Three? Or

    nine?" I said, a bit confused.

    As she pushed me out the door she winked at me and said,

    "Servicing three of the staff per day, starting at oh-nine hundred."

    I don't remember the drive home as all I did was replay the

    afternoon in my mind and smile like an idiot. Well, a happy, grinning idiot. I
    was looking forward to some weekend reading and a little uniform shopping
    before starting work on Monday.

    Friday evening after the interview went by in a blur, or

    more of a daze I guess. After a couple of hours staring at the ceiling
    wondering if I was still in the same reality, I realized the truth: my reality
    had, in fact, changed. Picking up the booklet given to me by the HR Rep, Ms.
    Olson, I took a deep breath and started to read. Some of the material was
    plain, for example, requirements for my workout regimen, typically working
    hours, parking, security procedures, and general responsibilities akin to those
    of a building manager. However, as I expected, other parts were anything but
    plain.

    The Provider of Building Services, PBS, is responsible

    for meeting the sexual needs of the female staff of Foxx Inc according the
    rules, procedures, and customs identified herein. Every day a certain number
    (controlled by HR) of randomly selected women have access to the PBS spaces via
    key card. While more than one woman may be in the spaces at a time, the doors
    will only permit access to women on the services roster for that day.

    I wondered who, if anyone, checked up on this in practice.

    Limiting access helped with privacy to some extent, but someone had to know.
    Most likely security, but I supposed you have to trust someone. I read on.

    Unless expressly permitted by additional guidance (e.g.,

    Special Circumstances), the PBS shall provide services described herein strictly
    within the confines of the PBS spaces.

    One particularly interesting section was about staff key

    cards. Usage of one card was something that probably should have been moved to
    my security indoc. A set of tri-graphs on the front of the badge indicated
    clearances, and these were to be matched with door mounted placards prior to
    attempting entry to a secure space. Attempting access to an unauthorized space
    was a security violation.

    A second key card had a completely different set of

    tri-graphs.

    As there are situations in which the PBS may find himself

    engaging in an act with a staff member without prior discussion, tri-graphs on
    the reverse indicate acceptable acts without prior agreement.

    Wow, I stopped reading and mused about how that situation

    might, er, arise. I flipped to the back of the booklet and read over some of
    the codes. They were numerous, and included "VSX", "ASX",
    "OSX", "FOX". These stood for, as you might have guessed,
    vaginal sex, anal, oral and fellatrix (sort of). There were a couple dozen of
    these, catering to most sexual acts I'd either done or thought of. I supposed I
    had better keep the 'decoder ring' nearby for the first few weeks to be sure I
    didn't misstep. Then there were some modifiers, such as:

    When servicing staff members wearing blue or black

    lipstick, ejaculation, should it take place, is to be inside the woman's mouth.

    What a place to go to work!

    The PBS shall shower after each encounter and log in his

    work calendar when complete. This is so the next woman desiring to take
    advantage of the service has a good idea of when to show up after a sufficient
    rest period.

    I wondered how the duration of my rest period was to be

    determined, then I shrugged. Something to worry about later.

    Special circumstances. From time to time there may be

    modifications to these rules put forward for specific periods of time. The
    terms and conditions of these events will be published ahead of time so as to
    prevent confusion. As an example, quarterly a "Free Use" day event is
    held. On such days, subject to the specific terms of the day, the PBS may make
    sexual use of any staff member wearing a blue or black dress or skirt without
    prior agreement. This may occur at any time, in any part of the building. The
    PBS alone is responsible for ensuring no embarrassment befalls
    Foxx Inc. as a result. For example, it would not be appropriate to engage a
    staff member in intercourse or have her perform fellatio, while visible on a
    conference call with persons outside of the firm.

    As if things could not get any stranger, here I was reading

    about how my new place of work had days with sex on demand for myself as well!
    Once again, wow.

    Weekends. In the unusual event that staff are scheduled

    to work hours in the office on a weekend or holiday, the PBS will be paid on an
    exponential scale according to how many staff are serviced during the time.
    There are no access limits during these times.

    In general the PBS should expect from three to six visits

    per day. If the PBS is unable to provide service on request, this will be
    logged and the staff member provided a 'rain check.' Repeated inability to
    provide service may be grounds for termination. Based on past history, the PBS
    is discouraged from personal sexual relationships as well as masturbation on
    days prior to work (aka, school nights).

    Having finished most of the reading, the thought of rubbing

    one out did cross my mind. However, I decided to take a pause and look forward
    to Monday. Besides, there were things I needed to take care of.

    For one, I needed a place to live now that I had a job. I

    scoured some real estate sites and made some appointments for weekend viewings.
    It was time to leave my parents, though at least I'd still be living nearby.

    For another, I needed appropriate attire for work as

    described by Ms. Olson. I searched for uniform retailers and identified several
    in town. I also still had my submarine coveralls, which had the advantages of
    comfort and ease of access. I figured my underwear selection needed a boost as
    well, so some department stores got added to the list.

    After night's sleep punctuated by reliving my encounter with

    Ms. Olson, my Saturday was filled with visits to apartments (I didn't have
    enough stuff to warrant a whole house) and stops at uniform suppliers. On the
    second try I found exactly what I was looking for: a wide variety of uniforms,
    and custom made at that. The staff took my measurements before having me page
    through their on-line catalog of uniforms. Auto repair shops, custodial staff,
    HVAC companies, plumbing companies, and even a couple security companies. If
    they thought it strange I was ordering all kinds of different clothes, they
    didn't say anything about it. And though I was eager to tell someone of my good
    fortune, I did not. I did, however, tell them of my need to have at least one
    available on Monday, one on Tuesday, and the rest soon after. And with
    appropriate name badges, which were just random male names instead of mine
    alone. Although it would cost 50% more, they said they could deliver.

    It wasn't until Sunday afternoon that the perfect apartment

    crossed my path. The building was a new mixed development, with reasonably
    spacious apartments in the floors over retail stores and restaurants. Best of
    all it was located only a couple miles from Foxx Inc. There were a couple of
    furnished units and I could move in at once. I called my Dad and told him I'd
    stop by in a couple of days, but that I was moving to an apartment across town.
    My parents were out of town on vacation, and I didn't want to surprise them
    when they came home and found me gone.

    I drove my small amount of belongings across town, signed

    the paperwork, provided my deposits, received my keys and moved in.

    My first uniform, that of an HVAC tech from a local company,

    arrived Sunday in the late afternoon. It fit perfectly and sported the name
    "Joe" on the tag.

    Early Monday morning I went for a run and had some breakfast

    before heading to Foxx Inc. There was no way I was going to be late, let alone
    on my first day, and I arrived a good thirty minutes early. Unlike late Friday
    afternoon, the parking complex was quite full. Upon entering I noticed the
    assigned spots, only there was a new sign. It read "T Jeffries, PBS".
    I parked there, and rather than sit in the car until 0 900, and I went on into
    the building.

    Again, unlike Friday afternoon, the reception desk was

    manned. Well, that's not actually correct. A young woman, who could not have
    been more than nineteen, sat attentively behind the desk. She was looking right
    at me when I came through the doors. She stood at once and came around the
    desk, hand extended. "Hello," she paused and looked at my name badge
    with some confusion, "Are you the new PBS, Joe?"

    I shook her hand and nodded, my blue-gray uniform appearing

    to be on point. I said, "In the flesh." To my surprise, she blushed,
    but did not say anything else. I continued, "I'm afraid I don't know the
    first thing I'm supposed to do. Do you have any ideas? Or maybe, Ms.
    Olson?"

    She shook her head and smiled, "Forgive me. I'm Allie.

    And yes, I do have the plan for your first day. If you will follow me?"
    She then turned and took me down the same path I had taken on Friday. Entering
    what I figured was now my office, she said, "Please take a seat and I'll
    let security know you are here."

    I nodded, then did as she asked. Sitting down I opened up

    the small fridge behind the desk and found several bottles of water, Coke Zero,
    Diet Mountain Dew and pineapple juice. I was once again impressed at their
    knowledge of things that would not be documented anywhere, namely my choice of
    low calorie drinks. Then I smiled when I thought back to Ms. Olson's comment
    about pineapple juice. I took one and opened it. No sooner had I done that when
    the door opened and a woman, guessing in her late twenties, entered the room.
    She was average height, somewhere less than five and a half feet, slim build,
    with dark brown hair and eyes. She was wearing a black shirt and slacks and the
    badge around her neck identified her as Susan Moss, site security. Her face was
    angular and sharp, maybe indicating some Native American heritage. She was
    quite good looking. The look in her eyes was, well, hungry. I stood and
    extended a hand. She read my name tag and said, "Joe? I didn't think that
    was your name." She shook my hand with a firm grip, then shrugged.
    "I'll need a photo ID before generating your badge."

    I nodded and pulled out my wallet, handing her my very new

    Florida driver's license. She then sat her backpack on the table and withdrew a
    device which she plugged into one of the computer's USB ports. Then she surprised
    me, though she shouldn't have. "If you don't mind taking a seat?" she
    said.

    I nodded and sat down, still not having said a word since

    the receptionist. And then she surprised me by sitting down on my lap as she
    logged into the system and started work. Thinking it was a good idea, I put my
    hands on her hips. I was sure it was only going to be seconds before she felt
    me start to harden against her ass.

    As she scanned my ID and continued to work through pages she

    wiggled her ass against my growing erection and said, "One of the best
    things about security is that I'm always the first stop for the new guy."

    "First stop?" I said.

    "He speaks!" she said. "Yes. There's some

    forty of us here, and that could mean two to three weeks before everyone gets
    to, well, try you out." She wiggled again, and now I was at full mast.
    "But not security, got to get you badged straightaway."

    Her fingers typed at a furious pace and then there was a

    pause. She handed me her badges over her shoulder. "I assume you read the
    book?"

    "I was a nuclear trained operator, so when I'm told to

    read a book you can bet I did."

    She laughed. "Then I'll just say, your choice, though I

    do need to keep an eye on this process for the next 10 to 15 minutes." She
    looked over her shoulder, then stood and bent over the desk.

    Looking at the badge I read a number of tri-graphs.

    Fortunately, the meaning of a few of them came to quickly: BST (breast
    squeezing and kneading), CIP (come in cunt), and OSX (my providing oral sex).
    However, given her current position, I decided straight up sex was what she was
    most likely interested in. Standing up, I reached around and started to
    unbutton her shirt as I ground my hips into her ass. I was sure she could feel
    my hardness as I did so. A few moments later her shirt was open and I unhooked
    her bra, freeing her nicely sized breasts for my grasp. I spent some time
    fondling her before nuzzling her neck and sucking on an earlobe. She purred,
    though she kept her arms on the table, striking a key every now and then as the
    status bar very slowly worked its way up from 0%.

    Reluctantly leaving her very taut nipples, I unbuckled her

    belt, then unfastened and unzipped her slacks before pushing them and her
    underwear down to her knees. One of my hands returned to her lovely breasts as
    the other reached down between her legs. Her hair felt groomed but not shaved,
    and her cunt was wet. I groaned in her ear, "Ready for me already?"

    "I've been ready since I got here at eight this

    morning."

    As she finished that sentence my fingers spread her apart

    and I pushed myself into her fully in a slow, pleasurable stroke. Leaving her
    breast again I turned her face toward me. "Sorry, I didn't remember if you
    were wearing lipstick."

    She smiled, then turned back to the computer. "I'm not,

    Joe, because I really enjoy it when a man starts to lose control inside me.
    Gets me off every time."

    By this point I had started to fuck her quite soundly. From

    her words I figured she wasn't so much into a slow tryst as much as a galloping
    fuck. I did my best to oblige her.

    The whole while I was pounding her warm, wet and pliant

    cunt, she continued to monitor the status of the computer, even typing every
    now and then even as I repeatedly sheathed myself inside her. Though not talking
    to me, she was moaning and her breathing was quickening. My hands full of her
    breasts, I held myself within her completely and paused my hips. She brushed
    her hair out of her face and looked at me over her shoulder. "I'm ready to
    finish whenever you are ready to cum in my cunt, Joe," said hoarsely.
    Still looking at me I reached up and held her chin so I could kiss her even as
    I pulled back and gave her another deep stroke. She moaned heavily into my
    mouth, and I did it again. Breaking the kiss she said in a husky voice,
    "Fuck me, please."

    Not having any intention of making her wait, I placed both

    hands on her hips and adjusted my position for the final stretch. As I did, and
    kept fucking her, she said, "The badge is printing." Holding her in
    place I quickly accelerated my pace and knew that I would come soon. My pace
    picked up and I was sure she could tell.

    "Damn you feel good! I'm going to come soon," I

    grunted as I fucked her, quickly losing control of my movements. She could
    tell.

    "Fuck me Joe!" she barked, "let go and come

    inside me!"

    As my hips got a bit more frantic she moaned loudly,

    "Um, I'm coming!"

    As her breath caught and she clenched around me, I felt

    myself peak as well, "Coming!" I grunted, and then bucked into her
    uncontrollably as I started to fill her cunt. The wonderful feeling went on for
    a good while, and the whole time she rewarded my efforts with a wonderful moan
    and "yes" sounds. I sat down, holding her to me such that I was still
    deep inside as I started to soften.

    She typed in a few more things to the machine, then pulled

    her card and turned her head to me, kissing me firmly and thoroughly.
    "I'll be back with your badge in a few minutes or so," she said, then
    gave me another satisfied lover's kiss before she stood and I slipped out of
    her. I watched as she dressed and strode out of the room before I duck-walked
    to the door that led to my own restroom and shower.

    After refreshing myself I sat down and waited for Susan to

    return. To my surprise, Ms. Olson came through the door. It was not lost on me
    that once again she was wearing dark blue lipstick. She licked those lips and
    gave me an appraising look. "Very nice, Joe. Where did you get the
    uniform?"

    I told her the story of the uniform shop and she smiled.

    "Well done, but you'll need to expense that to the firm of course. Have
    Cindy show you how when she sets up your account later."

    As I nodded, Susan came through the door, twirling a badge

    around a finger. She stopped when she saw Ms. Olson. "Just stopping by to
    deliver his badge," the security lady said.

    Ms. Olson raised an eyebrow, then smirked. "And

    security's appraisal of our new building services provider?"

    Susan handed me my badge and turned to the somewhat

    officious acting HR rep, "Happy to report fulfilled and filled," she
    winked at me, "and in that order." Ms. Olson nodded, and Susan
    flashed me a smile on her way out the door.

    Ms. Olson sat on my desk and smiled at me. "Off to a

    good start. Very nice," she said. Then she unbuttoned her jacket, parted
    it, and lifted her once again sheer blouse to bare her breasts to me. "I
    wish I could enjoy you now, but the doctor has you next." I took her
    breasts in my hands firmly squeezing them and quickly latching on to a nipple
    and lightly biting down. She moaned in approval and after a few moments I
    switched to the other while continuing to pinch the first. She stroked the back
    of my head, holding me to her breast as I repeated the move again. Then she
    pushed me back and kissed me hard, her firm nipples pressing into me. She
    reached down and felt my stiffening cock through my trousers. "Mr.
    Jeffries, although I have you started at three, would you be opposed to my
    visiting you when you are finished with it?"

    I pulled her to me and gave her another kiss, my hands still

    pinching her nipples and squeezing her wonderful tits. "It does seem
    appropriate to check in with my hiring manager at the end of my first
    day," I said.

    She nudged me away and then straightened her clothes, also

    checking her makeup in the mirror and wiping a bit of lipstick off my lips.
    "Very good Mr. Jeffries. I'll check back at the end of the day." She
    turned to go, then said over her shoulder, "By the way, Ms. Jenkins is
    quite particular."

    "Ms. Jenkins?" I asked.

    "Our on-site physician," she winked at me,

    "She is here several days a month, and when she is she is considered a
    member of the Firm."

    I smiled, "Of course she is."

    "We offer comprehensive medical insurance, and quality

    medical care starts with full knowledge of a patient's history." She put
    her hand on the door handle, "And a complete physical, of course."

    "Of course," I said quietly.

    As she put her hand on the door handle she looked back at

    me, "By the way, I suppose Shaggy and Velma were before your time?"

    "Excuse me?" I said.

    "Spend a little time on google so you'll know what I'm

    talking about," she said, then winked and left the room.

    "Sure," I said to no one in particular.

    In the next twenty minutes I downed a bottle of water and

    another bottle of pineapple juice. There were some binders on the shelves and I
    removed one named 'Overview' and sat down to browse through it. The binder
    contained a table of contents and what looked like dozens of plastic sleeved
    schematics and pages of text. I leafed through descriptions of electrical and
    plumbing systems, reports on past contractor performance, information on
    current custodial staff, specifications of the food preparation equipment and
    all of the building safety systems. The Byzantine floor layouts were also
    included, complete with labeled diagrams of the various security systems and
    door access points. Power supplies for these were indicated, along with
    failsafe conditions and emergency criteria. Searching for something that could
    be a physicians office or a nurse's station, there was an office located on
    this very floor labeled "Medical." Examining the map I was able to
    figure out how I could get there from my current location; provided of course
    my key card worked.

    It was at this time that I noticed there were a number of

    tri graphs on the reverse of my badge. Some of them were familiar, others I
    would need to consult the book to decipher.

    At 10 30 my office door opened and a woman leaned in and

    looked at me. "Mr. Jeffries?"

    I nodded and stood. She strode over to me and extended a hand

    and said, "Angela Jenkins, nurse practitioner."

    I shook her hand, "Tom Jeffries."

    She looked at my quizzically, "I know. Please follow

    me."

    I was a bit taken aback by her actions, but said nothing. I

    followed her out the door, past the receptionist and through another door. This
    led to a very small room with two chairs and a small table. On the table was a
    clipboard with what looked to be several pieces of paper. She gestured to one
    of the chairs and said, "Please take a seat." She waited for me to do
    so, and then she added, "I want to be very clear and honest with you, Mr.
    Jeffries. This exam will include some rather blatantly sexual portions. While I
    don't believe that is a surprise, I am willing to let you know ahead of time in
    each case."

    To my surprise, I found that aspect particularly exciting. I

    replied using a tone I hoped was similar to her somewhat formal one, "I
    would appreciate it if you did so."

    She smiled broadly, "Very good then. I'll be sure to.

    Now, please review the materials as they describe the procedures we will cover
    today, and then complete the medical history questionnaire as best you can.
    Please knock on the door when you are ready."

    This odd introduction ended, she walked out of the room. It

    was only then that I reflected on what she looked like. Dark brown hair, a
    curvy figure, just a bit shorter than myself, with a brilliant smile, aquiline
    features, and perhaps the most intense eyes I had ever encountered. Her hair
    was in a tight bun, her light pink dress one that buttoned down the front.

    I picked up the clipboard, shaking my head at the rather

    insane working conditions I found myself in. A path to something even more odd
    wasn't possible, or so I thought until I started to read the medical exam
    description. It was only a bulleted list. The first several things were obvious
    and expected: vital signs, blood samples, urine samples, review of medical
    history, immunization status, and more things I expected. And then came the
    rest of the list: 100% visual survey of skin for unusual moles, lesions, etc.,
    testicular cancer examination, prostate exam, sexual function test and sperm
    sample. Yes, I was a bit surprised, but mostly by this time the surprise was
    limited to 'how does she plan to do this?'

    The medical history was typical and required little more

    than a lot of short answers and box checking. I knocked on the door fifteen
    minutes later.

    To be continued

    By PtmcPilot for Literotica

    32 min
  • Servicing Foxx Inc: Part 1
    Servicing Foxx Inc: Part 1
    The Interview - A young man leaves the Navy and finds a new job.

    By PtmcPilot listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.



    Thomas Edison reportedly said that the harder he worked the

    luckier he was. In my case I had worked pretty stinking hard as an enlisted
    member of the nuclear submarine Navy for the previous six years, so if you side
    with Edison I must have accumulated a decent amount of luck in my karma
    account. No matter how events came together, I was very lucky to be in just the
    right place at the right time. You probably won't believe it, and truth be
    told, on some days I don't believe it either. But let's not get ahead of
    ourselves. Let me start at the beginning.

    Or maybe not quite the beginning. As I mentioned, I'd been

    in the Navy for six years starting right after high school. After graduation a
    lot of my friends had gone off to college, but I wasn't interested in joining
    them. I wanted to do something at once, not four years or so later. I joined
    the Navy, was picked up for nuclear power and asked for submarines (long story
    for another time). Working on subs was tough, yet rewarding at the same time.
    And it paid fairly nicely for a 19 to 24 year old. Many of the younger
    enlisted, read that as non-lifers, were interested in using their G I bill
    benefits to go to college when their enlistment was complete. And when I left
    the Navy a mere six weeks ago, that had been my plan as well. I'd saved a fair
    amount of money, and combined with the G I bill I was able to comfortably
    attend most any college.

    Now, relaxing on a couch in my parent's living room, when I

    wasn't surrounded by people looking forward to college, I found the idea was no
    longer appealing. It always seemed to me that people felt college was a natural
    progression, and to do otherwise was somehow not living up to one's potential.
    Problem was, after my years in the Navy I knew that wasn't the case. Sure,
    college might open some doors, but I had every bit as much, if not more respect
    for the senior enlisted in the Navy as I did the officers. Very different jobs
    requiring different skill sets. One ingredient of success on the ship was
    mutual respect for those different skill sets. Relaxing off duty with Sailors
    from other ships told me such mutual respect was not always a given. I'd been
    fortunate.

    By the time I left the Navy I knew I was capable, well

    trained, reliable, and eager to work hard. The Navy had spent a lot of money
    training me how to operate and maintain equipment as well to train and lead
    people. Not only was I good at all those things, I enjoyed them immensely. It's
    a very rewarding feeling when you use your own skills to take something from
    not working, to working. A friend of mine, a fairly senior Navy electrician,
    enjoyed replacing burnt out light bulbs even though such things were typically
    reserved for more junior people. "It's instant job satisfaction,"
    he'd said.

    I knew my parents were happy to have me around, and at the

    same time I knew they didn't want me to become a permanent fixture. It was only
    nine in the morning, and I resolved right then that today was the day to seriously
    start the job search. After grabbing a shower and a cup of coffee, I sat down
    with my laptop and began. There were lots of openings that appealed to me, or
    rather a lot of jobs I knew I could do. HVAC technicians and mechanics of all
    kinds appeared to be in particular demand, and the pay didn't look too bad.
    Besides, I was in a pretty enviable position; I could easily quit after a short
    time if it didn't work out.

    After a brief moment of reflection I decided my

    qualifications meant I should avail myself of a headhunter, or at least some
    high end placement site. I did so, and was startled to get a text message two
    hours later. It was a link, so I forwarded it to my email and called it up.
    Oddly, it wasn't from one of the services I had contacted. "Provider of
    Building Services. Responsible for all building systems maintenance and
    services for staff on site. Monday through Friday, from 9 to 5, $95,000 per
    year. If interested please send your interview availability to
    [email protected]" From the tone it seemed they had my resume and
    knew who they were talking to. Intrigued, I sent a note to the address stating
    I was available for an interview at their convenience.

    It was perhaps another hour later when a reply came in from

    the same address: "Please confirm your availability for an interview
    starting at sixteen hundred, at 8472 Saddlebrook Road." I checked the
    address, and although I did not want to appear desperate, I replied at once
    that I could make that time. It seemed a bit odd to be having a job interview
    that late on a Friday, and it made me wonder what kind of work-life balance
    they might have as part of their culture. And then I laughed at myself--as if
    work-life balance was something I was acquainted with from subs...

    Still, this observation was added to my mental list of

    hypothetical questions to be posed to my would-be employer.

    The use of 24 hour time got my attention as well, as in my

    admittedly limited experience most people in the US did not use it. Checking
    the time, I had about two hours before I needed to leave. Plenty of time to
    shave, iron a shirt and get my ass across town. Minor preparations complete, I
    had a little time to do some research on Foxx Inc., and there wasn't much
    there. Nothing on the usual job review sites, and the corporate splash page
    simply stated it was a legal firm serving government and private clients, able
    to support work at all classification levels. Well, I'd learn more when I got
    there.

    Arriving at the designated place at fifteen fortyfive, the

    parking lot in front of the building was empty. The visitor parking spots were
    very close to the door, which was nice given how hot it was that afternoon. The
    building itself was an attractive, if plain, multi-story building made of the
    typical glass, steel and concrete. It was also unmarked aside from the large
    stylistic numbers identifying the building as '8472'. Grabbing my jacket I got
    out of the car and went to the large glass doors.

    The lobby was large, with comfortable looking chairs of

    white leather arranged around small metal and glass tables. A long reception
    desk opposite the entry doors appeared to be of solid wood and was decorated
    with a number of glass sculptures. Glancing around I noted the presence of
    several CCTV cameras, their red status lights blinking every few seconds to let
    you know they were awake, or at least powered. Aside from the front doors there
    were no other obvious exits from the room. Taking a seat I looked over the
    walls a bit more closely and noticed there were a couple of places that might
    be seams that could hide hinges on the reverse.

    It wasn't more than two or three minutes when I heard a

    distinct 'click' from the direction of the front doors. Curious, I checked them
    and found they were now locked. It was then I heard another click behind me,
    and turning I watched as one of the well-hidden doors opened and a woman strode
    through. Black haired, tall and quite attractive, she was wearing a black
    skirt, black heels, a white blouse and a dark blue jacket. She smiled as she
    closed the distance to me, extending a hand. "Mr. Jeffries, I
    presume?"

    Returning the smile and the handshake, I said, "Thomas,

    please."

    She let go of my hand and regarded me with a puzzled look,

    "Mr. Jeffries, we've only just been introduced."

    "Not exactly," I said, "I still don't know

    your name."

    The look she gave me was somewhere between confusion and

    irritation. But in an instant her face snapped right back to pleasant as if
    she'd rolled back time. She extended her hand again, "Mr. Jeffries, I
    presume?"

    Again returning the handshake I replied, "Yes, and you

    are?"

    She let go of my hand, "Ms. Olson. I'm pleased you

    could come in on such short notice. If you would follow me?"

    With this she turned and strode toward the door I now knew

    to be there. A sign next to the door, which appeared to be nothing more than a
    label plate, turned out to be a card reader, which she used to open the door.
    On the other side of the door a small well lit room had a standard set of boxes
    used to hold mobile phones. I was already taking my phone and keys out of my
    pocket when she gestured toward the boxes and asked me to secure any
    electronics. Completing this task she led me to something that looked like an
    airport TSA portal. She indicated I should walk through it, and she watched as
    I did. It didn't beep or anything and she led me to another door, which she
    again opened with a key card, though this time she added a PIN, her finger
    movements concealed by a cover plate.

    Through this second door we entered a large open area. Two

    elevators were visible to the right, again with things I now knew to be card
    readers. To the left was a featureless wall with one door. She led me to this
    door and entered with her card. This room was a rather large office, tastefully
    decorated with wooden furniture, some IT equipment, plants, a few leather
    chairs and a small refrigerator. There was also another door on a wall adjacent
    to the one we had entered through. She indicated a chair in front of the large
    desk. "Would you like a bottle of water Mr. Jeffries?" Her continued
    formality was curious, and I simply said yes. She withdrew two bottles of water
    from the fridge and handed me one before sitting down herself.

    "Mr. Jeffries, again, thank you for coming in this

    afternoon," she said as she unscrewed the lid on her bottle.

    "I was available, so there wasn't much of a reason to

    wait," I said before taking a pull on my own bottle.

    "Well, shall we get down to business then?" she

    said. I nodded and she pulled a folder from inside the desk. "Six years in
    the Navy, straight out of high school. Trained mechanic, standard awards for
    good conduct, but also three Navy Achievement Medals. Current security
    clearance, and living with your parents having just been discharged several
    weeks ago." The whole time she had been talking she had been looking
    directly at me. Which was good in a way because it kept me from trying to ogle
    her, and I figured that was not a great way to start with an H R rep, if that's
    who she was. The funny thing about her little speech was that the medals were not
    listed in anything I thought she might have been able to access while
    researching me. Wait, they researched me?

    I realized she had asked me a question. "I'm sorry Ms.

    Olson, could you repeat that?"

    Her face was impassive. "Did you enjoy your time in the

    Navy?"

    "I'm not sure I'd say enjoy. It was often hard work,

    but also rewarding. I got to see some of the world and learn some useful
    things. Or at least, I hope you will find my skills useful."

    She nodded, "Your professional certifications are quite

    in line with what we need in terms of taking care of the property, yes. Tell
    me, did you enjoy Singapore or Thailand more?"

    At this point it was clear she was trying to keep me off

    balance by showing what she knew about me. "Um, Ms. Olson, what kind of work
    does Foxx Inc do?"

    She unbuttoned the front of her jacket and sat back in the

    chair, taking another drink of water. As her jacket parted I could not help but
    notice her top was almost shear, and she was not wearing a bra. She caught my
    glimpse, but smiled as she answered, "We are primarily a legal firm. We
    consult on a variety of subjects to varied clientele. Our work regularly
    connects to the government, to include the DoD and several other agencies with
    whom you might not be as familiar."

    "And so it would be normal to run a background check on

    any applicants."

    She smiled and looked down at the desk, selecting a piece of

    paper from the file. "Yes, but I must tell you it is less mysterious than
    you might think. To begin with your electronic fingerprints are everywhere, and
    the only thing that provides privacy is people with access not taking an
    interest. In applying, we became interested." I nodded, only sort of
    following her. She gave me a soft look, then said, "Tell me, before you
    decided to end your time with the Navy, you applied for a special projects
    position, did you not?"

    I nodded, though once again how she knew this was beyond me.

    "That application triggered a number of automatic events that were
    completed even before they would have started an SSBI." Seeing my
    confusion she added, "A background investigation."

    "I see."

    "You have applied for a job at a firm that does highly

    sensitive work for the government, amongst others. Further, I am meeting you
    alone in this building in the late afternoon. The least you should expect is
    that we have done our homework."

    Sure, it all made sense. And nonetheless, I was taken aback

    by the results of said homework, especially in such a short time frame.

    She continued, "That homework indicates you have all

    the mechanical and supervisory skills necessary to keep our facility humming
    along, and your clearance is certainly a plus in that you will likely be able
    to access most parts of the building unescorted," she said.
    "And," she added with a smirk, "there was time to acquire some
    more, shall we say, personal information."

    I swallowed, not really knowing what she meant by that last

    bit. Trying to regain my composure, I nodded and tried to move closer to show
    my interest. "Is this the only building I'll be maintaining?"

    She nodded in reply, "Yes, that is correct. Electrical,

    mechanical, structural, all your responsibility. As you saw, the position
    involves a typical work schedule, though a number of the employees keep less
    standard hours, especially the partners."

    "Could I ask a question?" She nodded, and I

    continued, "Why did the previous person leave the job?"

    "Hum," she murmured, then grinned, "Let's say

    he grew tired."

    "Of the job?"

    "I thought you were nuclear trained Mr. Jeffries? That

    is an assumption, not an observation or conclusion based on indications."
    That caused me to sit back. If they had only been aware of me for a few hours,
    that was pretty specific criticism for someone of my particular background. And
    a damned insightful criticism at that. But if she was bothered, it didn't show.
    Instead, she grinned as she held my gaze. "I believe my statement to be
    accurate regarding the previous PBS." She continued, "I assume the
    proposed compensation is adequate?" I nodded again. "Very well. In
    addition you will earn twenty-eight days off per year, usable at your leisure
    from day one. We have a full gym on-site as well as a reasonably good
    cafeteria. I expect you will find the severance package quite generous as
    well."

    "So, are you offering me the job?" I asked, an

    edge of excitement probably pretty evident.

    Her grin changed to a smile, though this time her look was

    almost predatory. "Well, there are other things to be discussed and
    evaluated before I can do that." Opening another drawer she withdrew a
    single piece of paper and handed it to me. "This is a standard
    non-disclosure agreement. In quite too many words, because lawyers, it
    effectively says that with the exception of any illegality you observe you may
    not discuss anything that happens in this firm with anyone not a member of the
    firm. As was your security agreement with the Navy, this is binding until death
    or until the Firm informs you otherwise."

    It was not a long document, and it seemed to say just what

    she said. I picked up a pen from the desk and signed it straightaway. Taking
    the page back from me she examined my signature, nodded, then added her own
    under mine. "Although I believe Foxx Inc is an upstanding firm, you would
    be wise to carefully analyze any small print." Standing up, she said, "I'll
    go make a copy of this for your records." She picked up another small
    packet of papers and handed it to me as she walked past me to the other door.
    "I'll be back in a little while to answer any questions."

    The cover page was labeled "Foxx Inc Sensitive:

    Disclosure, Authorized Only under NDA". Typical enough, or so I thought.
    Turning the page I found myself faced with a rather extensive questionnaire. As
    I started to work on it, I soon realized it was also anything but typical.
    Relationship status, exercise habits, pieces of medical history, diet, alcohol
    consumption, sexual orientation, sexual experience to include number of
    partners, and then very specific questions about what sexual acts I enjoyed,
    would do, and absolutely would not do. I answered a few and then stopped;
    finding I was not comfortable providing this level of detail about private
    aspects of my life.

    A little while later the door opened and I saw Ms. Olson

    re-enter the room. Seeing I was not writing, she said "That was fast, are
    you all done?" Standing in front of me she leaned over to look at the
    papers in my lap. Still looking forward I was treated to the most glorious down
    blouse view I may have ever been given. Her white top hung away from her chest,
    now fully revealed as a pair of large, tanned breasts unconstrained by a bra. I
    gulped and when I looked up she was smiling at me, apparently not put off at
    all by my observation of her chest. However, in my defense she had all but
    deliberately dangled them in my face. Add to that she was now wearing quite
    shocking black lipstick. Now I was really off balance. She retook her seat.
    "Do you have questions or concerns I can help resolve, Mr. Jeffries?"

    "It's just that, well, I don't see why you need to know

    some of these things about your building manager," I said.

    She leaned back. "Ah, I see. You did note the position

    is 'provider of building services', did you not?" I nodded. Her smile
    turned into leer. Yep, I'm quite sure of the memory. She leered at me.
    "You'll forgive me. I do so enjoy this part of the interview, and I've
    only done it a few other times, so humor me."

    I took an involuntary look at her chest again. Her

    expressions remained the same as she said, "Your job, should you choose to
    accept it, includes sexually servicing the women who work here."

    I was almost, almost certain I'd used my inside voice when I

    shouted, "Holy shit!" But then Ms. Olson almost jumped back at my
    outburst. I know she jumped because she bounced really nicely. Taking a deep
    breath, I said, "Okay."

    Raising an eyebrow, she said, "'Okay', really?"

    Then a long pause, and she continued with the smirk back on her face.
    "Well then, ask me any questions you have and we'll see if we cannot clear
    this up." I was rewarded, I think, as her smirk switched to predatory again.
    I had the feeling she was toying with me. Not unlike a cat and a mouse though I
    didn't really think she'd literally eat me. At least not in a bad way. I
    pinched myself for focus.

    "Right, how about this one about exercise habits?"

    I asked.

    "Physical condition is linked to physical performance,

    wouldn't you say?" she said. Looking back I'm not sure there was a reason
    for me to continue, but sometimes you haven't quite processed what people have
    told you.

    I said "Um, why the question about sexual orientation?

    And my diet?"

    She locked eyes with me and I could not look away. "Mr.

    Jeffries, I believe my stating that you are expected to "sexually service
    the staff like a stud within a herd of brood mares" more than adequately
    provided information sufficient to answer the first." Now, I know I asked
    for it, but when she spoke it really rocked me. Her face was all professional,
    stern, condescending and superior when she resumed her rebuke of my density.
    "It would not do for me to hire someone not hungry enough for it. It is up
    to me, and me alone to select the appropriate," she winked again,
    "stud for my herd."

    I swallowed heavily and nodded. She stood and removed her

    jacket, hung it on a coat rack and took her seat again. Her large breasts were now
    every bit on display, the sheer fabric of the material all but baring them to
    my gaze. I forced myself to look in the eye again, finally realizing what this
    interview was leading up to. "Now that you have utilized logic and
    available information to answer your first silly question 'about sexual
    orientation," she'd kind of spat the words at me, "I will answer your
    second plainly." Now the look she gave me was something I couldn't explain
    or describe. I don't know how to explain what 'holy fucking hornier than ever'
    looks like, but that was her.

    Then she made an obvious display of running her tongue along

    her lips and said, "You must be aware that your diet directly affects the
    taste of your semen. Are you not?"

    At this point any thoughts about work life balance were

    thrown to the curb like an ex's CD collection. I knew my mouth was hanging
    open. Her large breasts swayed and jiggled as she spoke. I now noticed that her
    areola were very dark and her nipples quite hard, and easily seen through a
    not-quite-there top. Forcing myself to look back up at her face I cleared my
    throat and said, "I think I see. Shall I get back to answering these
    then?"

    She nodded and smiled back at me, "I'm happy to hear

    that. And yes, please do. I would like to conclude your interview today."

    For a very brief second I considered how I might feel if I

    were a woman being asked to, ah, service the male members of the firm as a
    prerequisite for employment. Don't be too hard on me for acknowledging that I,
    and my hard-on, didn't mind one bit.

    It only took me a few minutes to write out short answers to

    the questions, after which I passed the questionnaire back to her. She read
    over my answers, nodding every now and then. "So, Thomas, you can call me
    Ashley, if you like."

    I don't know what, but that didn't sound like what I should

    call her. "Thank you, Ms. Olson," I let out a long breath and notice
    a flare to her nostrils. It felt like I made the right choice, and I said,
    "What's next?"

    "For one, you should know this aspect of the position

    is obviously off the books, except for the salary, which is an additional fifty
    percent over your normal pay." I nodded and could not suppress a truly
    shit-eating grin. She raised an eyebrow that again indicated mild irritation,
    "Is that not acceptable, Mr. Jeffries?" She delivered my name in two
    words with a notable pause, more like 'Mister. Jeffries." The tone was all
    heat. Clearly the Mr. & Miss Smith was strong with her. I liked it. A lot.

    I shook my head and tried to refocus, if only for a bit.

    "No, it's not that at all. It's just, well, you're telling me I'm likely
    to be having sex with any number of women here, and you are going to pay me for
    it?"

    Maybe she was acting, but her expression was one of sincere

    offense. Again with the stutter pronouncement, "I am certain I just
    characterized the additional pay as stud fees." As I gaped at her
    statement, she unbuttoned the top half of her blouse. Yep, no doubt about the
    solid nips, flushed face and suddenly deeper breathing. Actually I can't tell you
    how I noticed or remembered that given how aware I was of her body and my
    hard-on.

    Her restatement of 'stud duty' made me smile. Then I said,

    "Again Ms. Olson, you mistake my meaning. My comments were meant as 'I
    can't believe you want to pay me more for this.'"

    Her face relaxed at once and she stood and walked to stand

    between the desk and myself. For the first time I noticed the scent of an
    aroused woman. "Mister. Jeffries, contrary to what you may think, finding
    someone for this job is not easy. It is simply not possible to advertise for a
    proper, well, cocksman."

    Well, that did it. There was no unhearing something like

    that. Stud was one thing, but 'cocksman?' Somehow it meant nothing to me even
    as I could completely understand it. I once more tried shaking my head to clear
    my thoughts for a moment. I remembered something she said that seemed suddenly
    relevant. I said, "What did you mean by more personal information?"

    She finished unbuttoning her blouse, and then shrugged it

    off, her body now bare from her waist up. Her breasts were nothing short of
    magnificent. I was staring and completely unable to stop myself from reaching
    out and taking them in my hands. She purred, then put her hands over mine and
    said, "Don't think poorly of me, Mr. Jeffries, but I contacted Tilly."

    Yet again, I found myself surprised. I'll tell you the story

    later, maybe, but Tilly was another Sailor, my off-the-books roommate and more
    girlfriend than fuck buddy for the past two years. We'd parted amicably when I
    left the Navy. Probably important to this story, she was my fourth and to date
    last sexual partner, and she'd been equal parts ravenous and patient with me.
    While I'd always figured I'd done right by her, the look on Ashley's face spoke
    volumes to the review I seem to have been given. I hadn't formed any kind of
    response and was still kneading her gloriously full tits when she asked in a
    low voice, "Thomas, is it safe for me to have unprotected intercourse with
    you today?"

    "Well, yes and no? If you mean am I disease free, then

    yes. If you mean could I get you pregnant, the answer is yes, so then no, it's
    not safe. And you're trusting someone you just met?"

    "Thomas, I have read a rather thorough synopsis of your

    life and the government feels you are trustworthy. Should I not?" I
    nodded, and she continued, "And you just gave me a most sincere and
    thorough answer to a simple question." Then she leaned down and gave me a
    thoroughly debauching kiss on the lips that left us both panting.

    She held my face in her hands, "I should mention that

    in this arrangement the person in the Firm initiating the encounter is required
    to provide protection." Then I watched with continued surprise as she sat
    on the desk, put her feet on the arms of my chair and lifted her skirt to show
    me a very bald and equally wet cunt. I noted she was an inny, at least right
    then. As she relaxed back on her elbows she said, "To continue your
    interview;" and her voice cut off. Most likely because by the time she had
    those words out of her mouth my lips were locked on hers. Her cunt lips of
    course.

    "Um," she sighed, "I do love a man who needs

    little direction. I was going to say, well, fuck it!" and she she held my
    head firmly in place.

    She was hot, wet, vocal, and very responsive. Darting my

    tongue in and out of her cunt and around her lips, I was as eager to please as
    I had ever been. In moments, feeling she was ready for it, I thrust two fingers
    into her and pressed at her g-spot. With my free hand I reached up and grasped
    one of breasts. "Oh, fuck yes," she moaned, "lick me!" Her
    moans and words guided me to the things she liked, nibbles on her lips, sucking
    on her clit, all of which I did with abandon. It had been almost three months
    since the last time I had sex, and I wasn't about to let this opportunity get
    away. I attacked her cunt with passion, hungry for her moans and words.

    A long string of "Um, yes, Um, fuck! Um, oh my

    god!" poured out of her and I kept up my efforts. Then, within only a
    couple of minutes she sat up, grabbed two handfuls of my hair and pressed my
    face hard into her cunt. "Fuck! I'm coming!" Hearing that, I tried to
    keep my efforts steady with what had got her there, strongly rubbing her g-spot
    with her clit firmly between my lips and teeth. Ten, fifteen seconds went by,
    and then she let loose of me and sagged back onto the table. "Very, very
    nice Mr. Jeffries."

    To be continued

    By PtmcPilot for Literotica

    30 min
  • 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 cabin. I'm fucking frozen!"

    I pushed myself up and pulled up my ice-cold soaked pants,

    as she picked herself up from the ground. My balls were instantly shriveling to
    the size of a walnut.

    She picked up her sweatpants and started trying to untangle

    the legs and turn them right side out before giving up and throwing them a the
    back of the Jeep. "Fuck it," she said as she pulled the pink top
    closed and held it that way as she climbed into the cold wet vinyl seat.

    I climbed into the driver side and buckled up, reminding her

    to do the same before taking off up the hill to the cabin.

    The lamplit Cabin

    "Did you catch up with her?" Kim asked as I opened

    the thick wooden door of the cabin.

    "He did," Amy yelled, following behind, dragging

    her wet muddy suit case, still naked from the waist down.

    "What happened?" Kim asked with concern as she

    stepped to Amy and wrapped an arm around her to pull her to the fire, taking
    note of Amy’s bare ass, and the creamy jizz sliding down her inner thigh.

    "Oh, Just Adam finally, finally giving me what I've

    been waiting for," Amy said, kneeling down in front of the crackling fire
    and pulling the soaked pink top off.

    "What's that? A good spanking?" Kim asked, looking

    up at me.

    "Yes. But not the kind you're thinking of," Amy

    answered. “Although I’d probably enjoy plenty of those, too.”

    Kim looked at Amy, back at me and down at Amy again in

    confusion.

    Amy rolled her eyes. "He finally fucked me!" she

    said with exasperation. "Shit. you have to know I've been trying to get
    him to for months!"

    "You have?"

    "Oh god. How many times have I suggested that I liked

    how his cock bulged in his pants when I flashed him a titty or pussy?"

    "Well, yeah. All the time."

    "And you didn't realize I wanted him to fuck me?"

    "Wouldn't it have been a lot easier to just ask him

    to?" Kim asked softly, wrapping a blanket around Amy's shoulders.

    “Yes!” I yelled victoriously.” God bless

    you, Kim.

    Amy rolled her eyes and sighed softly and looked at Kim,

    condescendingly; "Sometimes I wonder if you really do know me."

    "I know you maybe better than you know yourself,"

    Kim answered her. "The problem isn't that he didn't get your hints. It's
    that your hints sent so many mixed signals that I doubt anyone would have
    gotten that message."

    "Well. Whatever. He finally did," she said as she

    rubbed her hands together and held them out to the fire. "So now what do
    we do? I mean he can't keep fucking both of us."

    "Why not?" Kim asked with a grin. "I don't

    mind if you don't mind, and I'd bet a whole ton of money he won't mind."

    Amy looked at Kim curiously.  Then Kim lowered her face

    to Amy's and kissed her softly on the lips. "You honestly think he's going
    to pass up this chance?" she asked as she pushed Amy back onto the floor.
    "The only real problem will be training him when to just pull my pants
    down and stuff that fantastic cock into me, and when he should pull YOUR pants
    down and fuck you!"

    "You think it's gonna be hard to train him?

    Seriously?" Amy asked.

    "Well, my ass is sticking in the air with only a pair

    of yoga pants on, and he's still standing over there instead of pulling my
    pants down, so you tell me?" Kim asked Amy loud enough for me to hear.

    "Yeah. Men. Pretty hard to understand them." Amy

    declared.

    "Even harder to train them," Kim answered her

    friend.

    I had stayed quiet while the two women were having their

    only constructive conversation of the trip, so far. I’d finished
    stripping out of my wet clothes and had just put on some sweatpants and a
    sweatshirt. I’d been toweling off my wet hair and came over to lay down on
    the far side of the bed.

    My dad once told me that silence is sometimes the safest

    strategy in resolving conflicts in a group. The two women found comradery is a
    basic presumption that men need training in order to evolve into good
    communicators. I had a hunch that the next few days there was going to be a lot
    of training. I'm pretty sure I'm going to enjoy it though.

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    "Well. Glad you're having such a good time fucking him.

    I guess you don't really need me for anything then, do you?" Amy snapped
    angrily as she pushed away from the table and got up. She walked out of the
    cabin in nothing but her shoes, the screen door slamming loudly as she left.

    "Oh. I better go talk to her," Kim said quietly as

    she got up. "It'll be alright. I promise."

    "Sure," I said as she headed toward the door her

    friend had just left through. How could things have gone so wrong? I'll admit
    that I'd had more than a few fantasies on the way to Chicago and back about
    having sex with both of them, but suddenly the person I was most interested in
    having a relationship with was the person that seemed most upset by the fact
    that Kim and I were having sex. I shook my head and went back to eating what
    Kim had cooked, partly because I didn't want to waste what she had done such a
    nice job on and partly because I knew I wasn't wanted outside just then.

    Kim came back in about fifteen minutes later, my food gone and

    place cleared from the table. She looked at me and shrugged, walking to the
    shelf where we kept bug spray and took a can of deep woods Off down from the
    shelf. "I'm going to finish dinner. Why don't you go out there and spray
    her down. If she's going to stay out there naked she's going to get eaten
    alive."

    "Yeah. If you think that's a good idea."

    "I think she'll appreciate it later. She's down by the

    lake."

    "Okay," I answered, taking the can from her and

    heading out the door. I could see her sitting in one of the wooden Adirondack
    chairs we'd moved from the porch to sit by the little fire pit next to the
    lake. I walked across the grass toward her and stopped next to her chair.
    "Kim said I should come out and spray you up. The skeeters will be coming
    out soon and they love sexy bare skin," I said, trying to lighten what I
    expected to be an awkward conversation.

    "Sure," she said simply, pushing herself to stand

    up. "Go ahead." Her body language was still cold and rejecting. Her
    arms were crossed as she stared out over the lake.

    I shrugged and sprayed up and down her legs and across her

    body before moving to her back side and spraying it as well. "Um. I need
    to get a few more places." I said, knowing there were a few hidden spots
    that were still exposed.

    "Like?"

    "Under your breasts."

    "Oh. Go ahead then," she said sounding almost sad.

    I stepped towards her and lifted each breast, spraying

    lightly under each one before letting it hang down again. Last I sprayed some
    on my hand and gently reached between her legs, rubbing the wet liquid into the
    juncture of her legs, trying to keep it off her pussy lips. "There,"
    I said when I had finished.

    "Thanks," she said, sitting back down, clearly not

    interested in saying anything else. I moved down wind, well as down wind as I
    could be in the almost non-existent breeze and sprayed myself down before
    sitting down in the chair next to hers. "I guess this was my fault,"
    she said after long minutes of silence.

    "What is?"

    "You and Kim."

    "What about us?"

    "Well. You having sex with her and her liking it. Hell,

    she likes more than that. She likes you. She likes how you treat her. She likes
    how you make her feel. She likes you for you!"

    "She's a beautiful woman. Not just outside. But when

    she actually opens up, she's got a very attractive personality. I've never seen
    it before, but it's there."

    "Yeah. It is. I see it when we're alone together. Not

    when she's dealing with other people, but when we're in bed alone, yeah she's
    really tender and caring."

    "When she said you two were lovers, I kinda thought

    that maybe it was a sex of convenience thing. I had no idea that you were as
    emotionally tied to her as you are. And here I was, trying to get you to go out
    with me."

    "Well. It was a little tempting, but when I thought

    about it, I kind of felt like I would have been cheating on her."

    "And here she is, cheating on you with me."

    "Something like that."

    "Not sure what to say. I had no idea. I mean her

    getting naked was her idea. Hell, having sex was her idea, not mine."

    "I know."

    "So where does that leave us? For that matter, where

    does it leave you two?"

    "Does it matter?"

    "Of course it does."

    "Why? I mean we didn't have a relationship before, why

    should it matter if we do now?" she asked, never taking her eyes off some
    distant spot across the lake.

    "Maybe because I wanted to have a relationship with

    you. I'll admit it. Life can be a bit lonely. It's been a long damn time since
    I've had a woman in my life. Lately, it's felt like my lover is my
    airplane."

    "Well, I guess you don't have to worry about that any

    more. I'm sure Kim will give you all the sex you can handle."

    "Who said it was all about sex?"

    "Isn't it? Isn't it for all men? I mean men aren't

    exactly known for their soft cuddly feelings, are they?"

    "Doesn't mean we don't have any! I’m very

    surprised that you’ve been able to cloak your prejudices so proficiently,
    Amy. You’ve treated me very well for months. I had no idea you held such
    low views of me. I’ve done nothing disrespectful to either you or
    Kim." I said with a soft sigh.

    She said nothing.

    "It's gonna get chilly tonight.” I finally said.

    “We should go inside."

    "You go. I just want to sit here and think," she

    answered.

    I nodded and got up and headed back to the cabin. To my

    surprise the table was cleared and the dishes were all taken care of.
    "Nice work," I said with a smile. "We might actually make you
    into a nice housewife!" I said with a grin, knowing that I was going to
    get a playful swat somewhere for the inside joke we'd been sharing all week.

    She walked up to me, still wearing my shirt, and wrapped her

    arms around my neck instead of swatting me anywhere. She lifted herself up on her
    tip toes to kiss me softly, her hot lips pressing gently against mine.
    "That might not be a horrible thing," she whispered as she broke the
    kiss. "As I understand it, a housewife also has to make sure her man is
    taken care of, and from what I could tell, someone was left hanging before
    dinner."

    "I was." I agreed.

    "Is she coming in?"

    "Not yet. She will when she gets sufficiently cold

    enough to."

    "Then I think it's time for another fire building

    lesson," she said with a grin. "Do you want to help or just watch
    this time?"

    "I'll just watch," I said as she released me. She

    turned and moved to the fireplace while I walked to the bed and dropped onto
    it, reclining back as I had before dinner. I watched Kim carefully stack wood
    in the fire place like I'd taught her, her bare ass sticking out at me and her
    pussy pushing out between her legs sexily as she bent over. As she stayed bent
    to light the wads of paper she put on the bottom of her kindling. She gently
    blew on the fire, keeping her hands on her knees to keep her ass pushed out at
    me. I got up from the bed and walked the few feet to her, my dick swinging side
    to side with each step.

    She didn't move when I touched her hip, or when I rubbed my

    engorged head up and down her wet lips. She firmly pushed back against me as I
    pressed my dick into her, my hard shaft sliding slowly into her as she moaned
    softly. "Oh yeah."

    The tiny flame crackled as it consumed some pine needles and

    twigs, then upward to the branches and split logs.

    "Glad you approve," I whispered as I started to

    slowly stroke in and out of her hot wet depths, my cock quickly working into
    her to its full length as she reached out to stabilize herself on the rock
    fireplace.

    "Approve? Oh fuck yeah! I've been missing this all

    day," she moaned as I stroked long, slow strokes in and out of her.
    "I don't know what we'll do when we have to go back to civilization. I
    mean I can't have my pilot fucking my brains out every time we go out of town,
    can I?"

    "That could be a bit awkward. Kinda like doing your

    chauffeur."

    "Trust me, you're a hell of a lot more than just a

    driver, even if it is an airplane," she answered a little breathlessly.
    "Oh god I've wanted you in me all day. It was all I could do to not walk
    over and climb on your cock while you were playing with Amy's pussy."

    "I was wishing you would. I was really turned on,"

    I grunted out.

    "Fuck yes. That's it baby. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I

    wanna feel you pounding into me. I wanna feel your fantastic dick pounding all
    the way into me as far as you can!"

    "Uh huh," I grunted, my thighs slapping her bare

    ass now with every quickening plunge. "God you feel good."

    "You too. Oh shit,” she cried, “I'm gonna

    come. Oh god I'm gonna come already!" she squealed as her legs started
    tremble. "Oh Fuck!" she cried loudly as her whole body suddenly
    convulsed, her pussy squeezing around my cock as her juices leaked to the floor
    between her legs. I continued to pound into her, her moans of pleasure egging
    me on as the warm tingle spread through my body, the feeling of urgency growing
    as I kept stroking. I doubted I could stop if I wanted to as the urge to climax
    washed over me. I felt my body jerk hard and slam my cock deep into her as the
    first surge of cum lanced out of my cockhead, deep in her pussy, filling the
    almost non-existent space between her walls and my rigid shaft. We stood there,
    both of us panting as my body spasmed over and over, my cum now adding to the
    juices trickling from her pussy.

    She pushed me back from her and turned to face me. She

    backed me toward the bed with a hand in the middle of my chest and didn't stop
    pushing until I flopped onto the bed. She climbed onto the bed and on top of
    me, her arms wrapping around my neck as she pressed her lips to mine in a hot
    long erotic kiss. "You know, there'd be a lot of talk, but I don't think
    anyone would be surprised if my fianc was fucking me every time we were on the
    road."

    "Fianc ? Wasn't it just a week ago we hated each

    other?"

    "That was before we got to know each other," she

    cooed with a smile. "Of course it means that you wouldn't be able to play
    around with any other hussies any more."

    "Not that I’d ever desired ‘hussies’.

    Hell, I've really hadn’t had any time to play with any other women, as
    much as we're on the road and in the air, I haven't had a chance to even think
    about meeting anyone, let alone actually developing a romantic
    relationship."

    "Well, now you don't have to worry about that. You

    don't have to say yes now. But think about it," she whispered. "I've
    waited a long time for a man that can make me feel as complete as you do. I
    kinda wish we'd done this a long time ago. We wasted so much time being enemies
    instead of lovers. Thank you for being the patient man that you are. A man who
    is so worthy of my respect, my deepest desires."

    "What about Amy?" I asked

    "Yeah, that could be complicated," she whispered.

    "How about we keep this between ourselves until we figure this out."

    "How about we keep this between ourselves until I

    decide if I'm going to say yes, or not. I mean a long term relationship should
    be based on more than a few days of great sex."

    "Maybe. But you have to admit that it's a good

    start." She said with confidence.

    "It is a good start. A damn great start! But only a

    start."

    "We still need to figure out how Amy fits into a future

    us. Amy's my best friend, my advisor, my personal assistant and my lover. I
    don't think I could survive without her by my side. I don’t want to lose
    her."

    I looked a little confused. "So where would that put

    me? A toy in bed?"

    "Oh god, Adam! Only a man would go there! A woman has

    multiple facets, doesn't she? Is there anything that says she can't have a
    different person on either side of her? A husband and lover at her right hand
    and a dear friend and assistant at her left?"

    "So what about the lover part of that equation? You

    think she's going to give up that part easily? Based on the jealousy I've seen
    today, I don't think it's going to be all as easy as you think."

    "Who says it has to go anywhere? Maybe it just changes

    the equation a little so that one plus one equals three?"

    "One plus one equals three? What do you think is going

    to happen? That somehow she's just suddenly going to want to share you with
    me?"

    "Or maybe share you, with me," Kim whispered.

    "Why don't you put your considerable charms and patience to work and see
    if you can show her the tenderness that won me over so quickly, so
    completely."

    "I have a feeling this is going to end up badly,"

    I answered her.

    Sleeping Accommodations

    "What's going to end up badly?" I heard Amy ask

    from the doorway.

    "Oh honey!" Kim said quickly, pushing up off of

    me.

    "It's getting cold out there. At least with no clothes

    on. If you let me get some clothes I can go sleep outside and you can take me
    home tomorrow."

    "Oh no. No, no, no," Kim said, walking over to

    her. "No sweetie. I wanted you here to share this place with us."

    "It doesn't look to me like there's a lot of sharing to

    do. You two seem to have turned it into a fuck fest, and I have no desire to
    get into that kind of a game," she said with a scowl. "So since
    there's only one bed, I'll let you two have it and sleep outside."

    "Actually, that wouldn't be a very good idea," I

    said as I got up from the bed and walked toward the door. "In fact, now
    that it's dark, you probably don't want to be outside unless you have to use
    the outhouse."

    "Why not?"

    "One is the bugs. They get really bad after dark. The

    second is the wildlife. I'm sure you could handle a skunk or raccoon checking
    on you in the night, but if you woke up with a black bear only feet from you,
    well let's just say it wouldn't end well."

    "Bears? There are BEARS up here!?" Amy practically

    shouted.

    "Yeah. Every once in a while they'll wander right up to

    the cabin. They're attracted by the smells of food," I said with a shrug.

    "No one said ANYTHING about BEARS!" she shouted,

    clearly agitated, looking at the closed screen door.

    I stepped next to her and closed the heavy wooden door

    behind her. "That's what they make doors for."

    "Jesus Kim! BEARS?"

    "Adam said they were pretty harmless, unless you're

    carrying food or something. Then just give the bear what it wants and it'll go
    away. Hell, it's not all that much worse than a panhandler, is it? Give em what
    they want and they'll go away! "

    "A bear isn't a panhandler!" Amy said sharply.

    “Yeah, and Grizzlies are a bigger concern, though, but

    they are so rare, this close to the ski resort.” I added. “If you
    have any scent of food on you, they could track you down from miles
    away.”

    It was getting dark in the cabin with the sun quickly going

    down and only the fire in the fireplace throwing dancing shadows around the
    cabin walls. I walked to the table and lit the oil lamp hanging above it and
    turned the wick up to cast a pleasant orangish glow around the room.
    "Well. Maybe we better heat up some water and clean up before bed," I
    said as I moved to the stove and used the water jug to fill the big pot on the
    stove.

    "Clean up how?" Amy asked, looking around.

    "Sponge bath sweetie!" Kim said with a grin.

    "You know, it's a lot more fun if you don't do it alone."

    "Maybe for you, but if you don't mind I'm more than capable

    of washing myself," Amy answered, crossing her arms across her chest.
    "Besides, no one is going to care if I smell like bug spray or not, since
    I'm not sleeping with you two."

    "There's only one bed sweetie. Where do you think

    you're going to sleep?" Kim asked her.

    "Just give me a blanket and I'll sleep on the

    floor," she said, moving to her suitcase and knocking it over roughly. She
    unzipped it, pulled out a pair of running type sweat pants and sweat shirt and
    pulled them on, before digging into the case for a pair of socks. She walked to
    the bed, pulled one of the several blankets off the bed, walked to the
    fireplace and lay down on the floor, wrapped in the blanket and curled up.

    I shrugged to Kim and didn't say anything before getting our

    towels and wash rags from where they were hanging. The water wasn't really as
    warm as I'd like, but it was good enough. I carried it to the corner and poured
    it into the basin on the little corner table. Kim and I washed each other as we
    had been doing every night, before drying each other and retiring to the bed. I
    turned out the oil lamp, stepped to the fireplace and added a couple logs and
    then stepped over the still awake Amy before climbing into bed with Kim.

    Morning came as it usually did up on the mountains, early!

    There weren't any windows facing east in the cabin for one main reason, because
    being that high up dawn came long before dawn came down in the valley below. It
    wasn't a surprise for me to look at my watch and see that it was barely past
    six AM. I lay snuggled up against Kim, feeling her warm body heat as she felt
    me move and snuggled her back against me a little tighter. I lay my arm back
    down around her body and felt her hand pull mine against her soft breast,
    sighing contentedly as she squeezed my hand against her soft mound. I closed my
    eyes and tried to not let the feeling of her hot body against mine cause my
    cock to harden any more than it was, a somewhat lost cause.

    I'd been waking up this way all week, my hardening cock

    starting to press against her thighs until she felt it and moved it between her
    legs and against her hot wet pussy. I had to admit it was a very pleasant way
    to start each morning. With my eyes closed my mind was free to picture any
    number of instances of sex, but seemed most frequently to enjoy playing the
    image of her sitting astride me in the bottom of the little boat, bouncing
    wildly up and down my cock, her big tits flying wildly up and down and side to
    side as she pounded herself down on my shaft over and over. It was an extremely
    pleasant memory and soon had my dick rock hard, trying to push itself between
    her legs. She must have felt it and lifted one leg, sliding my hard cock up to
    her hot wet pussy before letting her leg press down once again, trapping me in
    a soft hot cave of thigh flesh.

    I felt her fingers first, soft and warm, teasing around and

    under my engorged head as it stuck out slightly between her thighs. Her
    breathing was still soft and regular, almost as if she were asleep, but her
    fingers told me another story altogether. She continued to tease my head as she
    pressed me up against her wet pussy, her fingers slipping occasionally off my
    head to stroke her own clitoris. Finally she moved her hips slightly, pulling
    herself away from me enough to press my head up between her wet lips and then
    back again, my cock slowly sliding into her as her body expanded to accept the
    intruder.

    Her hips rocked slowly, only a few inches, trying not to

    make the old wooden bed squeak as we made love. In and out I slid, only a very
    small amount, my cock staying deep inside her. Her breathing changed, as did
    mine, as she slowly, patiently worked both of us toward climax. It was almost
    impossible to not push back at her as each stroke slid my cock deep inside her
    and caressed my head and shaft. Her pussy was almost a perfect fit in this
    position, my head gently bumping the end of her tunnel with each stroke.

    "Oh fuck," she whispered as we drew closer, her

    pussy clearly wetter with each passing moment. I squeezed and kneaded her
    breast, my finger and thumb occasionally pinching and twisting her hard erect
    nipple. "Gonna come," she moaned softly, pushing herself hard against
    me as her legs started to tremble. I could feel her vaginal walls squeeze
    around me as she quietly climaxed. Her juices leaking out and running down her
    thigh. She only stayed motionless for a few moments, her pussy still
    contracting around me as she began rocking again, this time intent on bringing
    me along to where she had just reached.

    I lay trying not to move, my hips wanting to just slam into

    her as she worked on and off my rigid cock. It was a game we'd played for
    several mornings now, though never this quiet. "Gonna come," I
    groaned softly as the warmth and tingle spread, screaming that my cock was
    about to explode in her.

    "Do it," she whispered breathlessly, continuing to

    work her still pulsating pussy on and off of me.

    "Oh fuck," I groaned moments later, my body

    jerking and jamming my cock into her. I heard her moan and felt her press back
    against me as my cum surged into her with abandon, my body jerking time and
    again as my climax washed across me.

    "You guys aren't as quiet as you think you are." I

    heard Amy say from where she lay curled up in a ball in front of the long dead
    fire.

    "Sorry," I mumbled, even though I wasn't exactly

    sorry.

    "We were just trying to be polite," Kim whispered

    loudly.

    "Polite would have been to take it outside," Amy

    said, irritation clear in her voice.

    "Well. It's a bit chilly outside for that!" Kim

    said sharply, pulling off my cock and tossing the covers back. She picked up
    the same gray shirt of mine she'd been using all week and padded over to the
    stove. She bent over to light the burner and I could see our combined cum
    leaking down her leg as she lit burners to make breakfast.

    Amy refused to move all through Kim cooking breakfast and

    the two of us eating. Kim encouraged me to go fishing and get out of the cabin
    to leave the two of them alone to talk, which seemed like a good idea to me.
    The weather wasn't exactly great, dark clouds sailing over the top of the
    mountain from the west, periodically blotting out the sun that had risen so
    cheerfully only a short time ago. Weather had always been quick to change on
    the mountain top, and it looked like today was going to be no exception.

    To be continued.

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    Runways: Part 4
    Amy’s Trip to the Rockies

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    "All I know is she wanted you to follow the directions

    in the note. I have no idea what it is, but as long as it doesn't crash the
    plane, I'd say it'd be best to do them. I mean you know how damn irritating she
    can get when her suggestions aren't followed."

    "Suggestions? Is that what you call em?"

    "She thinks they're suggestions." I chuckled.

    "She does?"

    "Yeah." I said.

    "So. In the last three days, you two have, what?

    Chatted?"

    "Well, there isn't all that much to do up there if you

    don't fish or hike, and you know how much she loves the outdoors."

    "Yeah. Sometimes I wonder if she'd even go outside at

    all if she could avoid it." Amy said.

    "I understand. So what's the note say?"

    "Just some personal stuff."

    "Personal stuff?" I persisted.

    "Yeah. You know. Personal stuff."

    "Okay. So that personal stuff made me fly all the way

    back to Chicago, not counting the nearly two hours of a rough Jeep ride down
    the mountain and back up. I'd kinda like to know what kind of personal stuff
    was so important."

    "She's mad at me." Amy admitted.

    "About?" I asked as I leveled the plane off at

    fifteen thousand feet. "Hang on a second. "Chicago center. X-ray
    Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven level at fifteen thousand."

    "Roger X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. Contact

    Minneapolis center on three two one point three zero. Have a good day!"

    "Roger Chicago center. Switching to Minneapolis center

    on three two one three zero." I answered. Before turning back to Amy.
    "So why's she mad at you?"

    "Because of you."

    "Me?" I asked.

    "Uh huh. You told her that I would sleep with you for a

    weekend if you took her with you."

    "Yeah. I did. Just kinda came out in a

    discussion." I explained.

    "A discussion? Must have been some discussion."

    "Actually, it was an angry one. But then that first day

    we had more than one of those."

    "I take it she didn't much like the trip?"

    "She didn't like the ride up to the cabin, she didn't

    like that there's no indoor plumbing, she didn't like that there's no cell
    phone service up there, no electricity, and no computer. Should I go on? It
    only took me about five minutes and I'd had enough and threw her in the lake.
    The conversation came later."

    "So you what? Threatened to bring her home and she's

    now refusing?"

    "Something like that. Said she wasn't going anywhere

    until I went and got you. So here I am."

    "So here we are," she agreed. "What was so

    bad about the ride to the cabin?"

    I looked over at her sitting in her high heels and light

    weight mini-dress, the front plunge neckline cut down well below her very hefty
    breasts, thinking just how much fun I was going to have on the drive up the
    mountain, since that particular style dress pretty much prevented wearing any
    kind of bra. I'd always thought she had pretty nice looking tits, though I'd
    never seen them bare. I suspected that before the day was out I would.

    We made good time and soon landed at Crested Butte. Ten

    minutes of work to prep the plane for storage again and we were off in the
    well-worn Jeep. As the wind whipped around through the missing doors it kept
    blowing her skirt up her legs. I couldn't help but grin to myself at the sight
    of her lacy pink panties, the hard cock growing in my shorts. While I found Kim
    attractive, physically, I found Amy attractive in many more ways. I'd always
    wondered why she's spurned my obvious flirts, until Kim dropped the bomb on me
    that the two of them were more than just friends, but lovers as well. But even
    knowing that didn't stop my body from reacting to the attraction I felt for
    her.

    I turned off the highway and onto the gravel road, the Jeep

    bouncing and jolting at each hole, making her large tits bounce enticingly in
    the dress top. My stiff cock was almost uncomfortable in my shorts by the time
    I pulled off the gravel onto the winding dirt track I called a road up to the
    cabin. We bounced and jostled over the rough track, Amy's lovely boobs bouncing
    clear out of the top of her dress every so often.

    "It's getting late. We should have stopped for

    supper," she said, hanging onto the seat with one hand and the windshield
    with the other

    "Not a problem. Kim said she'd have dinner ready when

    we got back," I said as I gripped the wheel with both hands as I
    approached the same log that Kim had stripped at.

    "Kim? Cook? You do live dangerously!" she said as

    the front wheels launched over the log, the Jeep coming down hard on the other
    side. I eased the rear wheels up to the log and bounced over it, stopping on
    the other side. I shut the engine down, letting the sounds of the wind through
    the pines waft over us.

    "So. This is pretty much where it started."

    "Where what started?" Amy was confused.

    "The conversations. She was having some wardrobe

    trouble, kind of like you," I said nodding down toward the front of her
    dress where one of her large round breasts had shifted enough to completely
    expose one of her nipples and about half of her areola.

    She looked down, squeaked a little and pulled her dress top

    to cover her exposed nipple. "Sorry about that," she mumbled, blushing
    a little.

    "No need to apologize. I've been enjoying the

    view," I answered honestly. "Anyway, she was having more trouble than
    that, and I said I'd let her change into something more appropriate.
    Surprisingly, her version of more appropriate was to get completely
    naked."

    "She stripped? Right here?"

    "Uh huh. Rode the rest of the way up to the cabin

    naked. Worked out okay though. That way she didn't have a lot of wet clothes
    when I threw her in the lake."

    "Well, she's been seen by a lot of guys naked. I guess

    you're just one more on the list."

    "Yeah. Sorta. I agreed that it wasn't fair and let her

    convince me to strip too."

    "You? You stripped naked with her?"

    "Well, after her, but yeah," I said suddenly

    feeling a little self conscious.

    "And she wanted you to?" Amy marveled.

    "She said it was the fair thing to do."

    "Sometimes I don't understand her."

    "Well, you'll understand this less then. She wanted you

    to do the same thing. Something about if you showed up at the cabin dressed
    that she'd personally throw You into the lake, and the lake isn't exactly
    warm."

    "She wants me to strip? In front of you?"

    "That's what she said."

    "And if I don't?"

    "You get thrown in the lake, and just so you know, the

    lake temperature right now is about sixty degrees."

    "And what? You're supposed to just sit there and watch

    me?"

    "Nope. I'm supposed to strip with you." I added.

    "Wait. She wants both of us to get naked? What's she

    thinking?"

    "She's your boss. You tell me." I rebutted.

    "Well, I'm not going to! Not in front of you!" she

    said, crossing her arms over her chest.

    I looked down at my watch. "Well, we've got plenty of

    time. You made better time to the airport than I expected," I said,
    leaning back and putting one foot up on the hump between the seats.

    She sat for long seconds, her arms crossed in front of her.

    "Why?" she finally asked.

    "Why what?"

    "Why do I have to get naked?"

    "I guess because she wants you too."

    "I think it's just to humiliate me."

    "Humiliate you? How so? I mean weren't you the one that

    suggested that you'd have sex with me for a whole weekend to get me to take her
    on vacation with me? I mean, come on now. Getting undressed in front of me is
    now somehow humiliating? You'd have to have gotten undressed in front of me for
    that, right?"

    "Well. Yeah."

    "So getting undressed to get me to take her wouldn't

    be, but getting undressed after I did, is?"

    "That does sound kind of stupid, doesn't it?" Amy

    admitted.

    "Uh huh."

    "So you have to get undressed too?" She said, not

    quite believing my claims.

    "That's what she said."

    "Okay. So you go first." Amy negotiated.

    "Alright. As long as you realize that I'm not moving

    this Jeep until you're naked," I said as I moved to climb out of the Jeep.
    I pulled my t-shirt off and tossed it on the seat, quickly skimming my shorts
    off and tossing them on the pile I was making. I took a quick, deep breath and
    pushed down my boxer briefs, my hard cock poking out and waving around as I
    lifted each leg to step out of my underwear. I added the underwear to the pile
    and then moved the whole pile between the seats. "Okay. Your turn," I
    said as I sat back down in the bucket seat, my dick sticking up like a flag
    pole.

    She sat, staring at my engorged shaft and mushroom head. "God

    you're hard. Are you turned on by this? By me getting naked?"

    "A bit," I answered honestly. "I mean you

    know that I've been attracted to you since I met you. I’ve been upfront
    about that. Having your tits popping out of that dress all the way up here hasn't
    hurt any either."

    The Requisite Nude Arrival

    "God damn. Men are all the same. Fine. You wanna see me

    naked?" she asked as she undid her seat belt and stepped out of the Jeep.
    She quickly pulled the dress up and over her head, tossing it between the seats
    before reaching down and pushing the tiny pink lace panties down and off, her
    easily D cup tits swinging side to side as she stepped from foot to foot. Her
    nipples were nearly as large around as my index finger, sticking out almost as
    far as they were wide, each one centered in the middle of a three inch or
    larger pink circle of puckered areola. Her stomach was trim, but not muscular,
    and her thighs looked creamy and soft. Unlike Kim, she wasn't uniformly tanned,
    leaving large cream colored triangle shaped patches on each breast and between
    her legs. Unlike Kim, she wasn't shaved, but had a nicely trimmed little arrow
    of dark auburn curls pointing toward her fat puffy pussy lips.

    I lost sight of her below the waist as she walked around the

    Jeep, stopping at the door space next to my seat. "Well? You wanna do it
    here?"

    "Huh?" I asked stupidly.

    She stepped to the side and rested her hands on the back

    fender, bending over and sticking her ass out, her big tits swinging below her
    chest. "That's the idea isn't it? That's what all you guys want. Get em
    naked and then fuck em? Well, I promised you a fuck, why not come get it?"

    I shook my head in amazement. "You know. This is the

    kind of thing I'd have expected from Kim. Not you. You've always been nice,
    sweet, gentle. This... This is... This is just not the YOU I've seen."

    "Well, it's the me you get when you wanna treat me like

    a piece of meat. So come fuck me and get it over with."

    I didn't bother to move from my seat. "Yeah. I'd love

    to have sex with you. But not like this," I said shaking my head.

    "Why not? You're a guy, right? Isn't that the goal?

    Strip um and fuck um?"

    "Not all guys are like that. I’m surprised by

    your bigoted prejudices"

    "The hell they aren't," she said as she

    straightened up and started back around the Jeep. She climbed in and buckled
    her seat belt. "Well. I'm naked. Let's go."

    "If you say so." I answered, reaching down and

    starting the engine. I was more than a little surprised at her sudden change in
    demeanor, and I had no idea what had caused it. Since I'd known her she'd been
    nothing but sweet. While the naked thing, suggested by Kim, was supposed to be
    a bit of an ice breaker between the two of us, something that Kim THOUGHT that
    Amy wanted. Now I wasn't so sure. Maybe going to get her had been a big
    mistake. Maybe something in the note, which I hadn't read, and now wished I had,
    was provoking this response. Either way, I wasn't nearly as turned on as I was
    only minutes ago. Even watching her bare breasts bounce and sway as we made our
    way up the rough road wasn't having the effect on me one would expect. No,
    suddenly I wasn't convinced that the rest of the week was going to be all that
    my mind had conjured up. "So. What did her note say?" I asked as we
    bounced through a particularly deep rut.

    "Just some stuff," she said evasively.

    "Is that what's got you upset?" I asked, gripping

    the wheel tightly and glancing over at her.

    "Partly."

    "Partly? What's the other part?"

    "You." She blurted.

    "Me? What did I do?"

    "Well, for one thing, you weren't exactly honest with

    me."

    I was pretty sure I knew what she was talking about, me

    telling her it was an emergency to get her out here. But I wasn't going to
    offer.

    "How so?" I asked, instead.

    She twisted herself in her seat and glared at me. "You

    said this was an emergency. Somehow, getting naked in the woods with you
    doesn't FEEL like an emergency. You also got naked with Kim. That by itself
    isn't exactly normal. Have you been fucking her too?"

    I stopped the Jeep and looked over at her. "I thought

    you two were lovers. What makes you think that she'd even have any interest in
    having sex with a guy, let alone me?"

    "Just the fact that she told you that, makes me believe

    something else is going on here. She wouldn't say that unless you'd tried to
    push yourself on her. Is that what made her so mad? You got naked around her
    and couldn't keep your hands off of her? I thought you were different. I though
    you weren't like other guys, wanting to get into her pants just because of how
    she looks. How could I have been so wrong?"

    "I think you better ask her," I answered with a

    frown, dropping the Jeep into a lower gear and letting out the clutch again. I
    was suddenly glad that the cabin was only a couple more turns away.

    We rolled into the grassy front yard of the cabin, the road

    just sort of ending where the ground leveled out. Kim must have heard us drive
    in, stepping out of the door as we rolled to a stop a dozen yards from the
    front porch. She was wearing high heel wedges. and a flowery, flowing dress
    that was semi-sheer, her body teasingly visible through the thin material.
    Somehow she'd managed to get her hair done up and makeup on so that she looked
    every bit the model as she did when she stepped onto the plane four days ago.

    "AMY!" Kim said cheerfully as she stepped off the

    porch toward us. "Oh. I see that Adam took my suggestion. Did you enjoy
    the drive up naked as much as I did?"

    "Your suggestion? I thought it was an order. A direct

    command," Amy said sharply, as she looked over at me climbing out of the
    Jeep.

    "Well, suggestion, order. They're pretty much the same,

    aren't they?"

    "Not so much," Amy said as she slipped out of the

    seat. "So how much has he taken advantage of you?" Amy wanted to
    know.

    "Taken advantage of me? Why would you think such a

    thing? He has been the consummate gentleman. He's shown me things that I had no
    idea existed, and he's included me in things that I never thought I'd do."

    Amy looked at me as Kim hooked an arm around her shoulders

    and drew her toward the cabin while I pulled her suitcase from the back of the
    Jeep. "He didn't force himself on you? Make you have sex with him?"

    Kim laughed. "Make me? When has any man ever MADE me

    have sex with them?"

    "But you told him about us. You told him about our

    relationship," Amy said in confusion as Kim led her into the one room
    cabin with me following behind her with her suitcase.

    "I did. I thought it was important for him to know, if

    we were going to be sleeping together. Adam is trustworthy. He earned my trust,
    and more importantly, my respect."

    "Sleeping together as in sleeping, or sleeping together

    as in fucking?" Amy asked.

    "Yes," Kim answered simply.

    "So he did force himself on you!"

    "Certainly Not!" Kim answered. "No. he

    didn't. In fact, the first time we did anything we were laying on the top of
    the mountain in the sun and I asked him, actually I pulled his hand between my
    legs, and he fingered me off to a very pleasant orgasm. Sex didn't come until
    later."

    "So you asked him for sex?"

    "I did. And to his credit, he even resisted. He was a

    perfect gentleman that first night. Even rolling over so that I had privacy
    while I cleaned up. I wasn't exactly used to washing myself in a little pan of
    hot water, but I made due. The next day we went on a hike and he showed me the
    top of the mountain. That's where we played with each other. And yes, it was My
    request. Even then, with me laying completely naked next to him, my hand
    rubbing his quite pleasant cock, he still didn't press me for sex. It wasn't
    until after the storm and getting warmed up by the fire that I made love to
    him. I took the initiative and yes my sweet Amy, I made love to him right here
    in front of the fireplace."

    "But you swore off men years ago."

    "As did you. Do you remember why?"

    "Yeah. Men are thick headed jerks that want nothing

    more than to bang you and leave you like a used piece of trash," Amy said
    with a frown.

    "We were wrong, Amy. Not all men are that way. Some are

    even pretty decent. But there are some that are even more than decent. The one
    thing that Adam did that really changed my mind about him was that he threw me
    in the lake!"

    "And that told you he was a nice guy? Hell it sounds

    like he was being mean."

    "On the contrary," Kim said as she started moving

    around the small room, setting plates on the table. "I was the one being
    mean. In fact, I was being a royal pain in his ass. And because of that, he
    threw me in the lake. He’s a man of his word.”

    "Doesn't sound like a very nice thing to do."

    Kim pulled a tray from the ice box and carried it to the

    small counter by the stove. "Actually, it was exactly what he said he'd
    do. And he did it, despite the fact that I could have fired his ass for
    it!" she said as she lit two burners on the stove.

    "What are you doing," Naked Amy asked, stepping

    over to the stove to see what Kim was doing.

    "Cooking dinner. Fried potatoes and fresh trout."

    "But you don't know how to cook!"

    "I know how to cook this. Adam taught me. Very

    patiently I might add," Kim said with a smile. "And you know what?
    The fish? I caught them and cleaned them myself!" she said proudly.

    "You? You went fishing?"

    "I did. Adam taught me how to cast the fly and coached

    me. I caught all three of these," she said with a smile. "I never
    knew something like that could be so much fun!"

    Amy looked at me in confusion. "So this isn't an

    emergency where you're refusing to come home until I come get you?"

    "Well. In honesty, I wouldn't call it an emergency. But

    yes. I was refusing to come home until you came," Kim answered as she carefully
    placed potato slices into the oil she'd poured in one of the big cast iron
    pans. "Now you and Adam go sit on the bed while I cook."

    "On the bed?" Amy asked.

    "Of course. It's much more comfortable than these hard

    wooden chairs," she said, as she turned toward me.

    "Go on Adam. Out of the kitchen!  I mean it. Go

    sit with her on the bed. No better yet, why don't you lay down with her. Much
    more comfortable. And before you ask, Amy, no, you can not put any clothes
    on." Kim gave clear orders.

    "Why?" Amy asked, her brow furled.

    "Because. Since you two met several months ago, he's

    had a thing for you. He tried to ask you out, but that didn't fly. So now that
    he's seen you naked, I’s you’ve been enjoying the wonderful view of
    his amazing cock; I think he should have a chance to also feel you naked. So go
    snuggle up while I cook this!" I walked to the bed and lay down on close
    to the wall, propping my back up on a rolled pillow to a reclined position so I
    could still see Kim working at the stove. Amy seemed irritated as she walked
    over and sat down on the bed, hard. She was clearly doing this under protest.
    Kim turned to look across the small room at us. "Damn Amy! I thought you
    liked Adam!"

    I couldn't see her face, but I could hear the frown in her

    voice. "I didn't say I didn't, but that doesn't mean I need to lay naked
    with him."

    "Have it your way," Kim said, turning to face the

    two of us. She reached down to the hem of her dress and pulled it up, skimming
    it up over her head and tossing it toward the suitcase sitting near the wall,
    leaving her in nothing but her high heels. I could hear the potatoes starting
    to sizzle in the pan of hot oil behind her as she stepped over to us. She
    leaned down and cupped both of Amy's tits as she leaned her face down to Amy's.
    I could almost hear a moan in the soft sigh Amy let slip as she and Kim's hot
    wet lips sucked and teased each other, Kim's hands continually working her
    friend’s soft round breasts. She let go of Amy's tits and slipped her
    hands around her sides to coax her to move on the bed, getting her to slide
    back and farther up toward me before gently pushing her back as she broke the
    long seductive kiss. As Amy's body pressed against mine, with Amy’s head
    on my right shoulder and her ass resting partly over my hip, Kim reached her
    hands to mine and pulled them around Amy's body, pressing them over the tits
    she'd so recently been playing with. "Why don't you let Adam keep you
    warmed up while I finish cooking?" she whispered before straightening and
    moving back to the stove. Amy ceased fighting against the idea, but remained
    passive, with her arms crossed over her belly.

    I gently began to massage Amy's soft breasts with both of my

    hands, my cock once again rock hard and pressing against her side. This time
    Amy didn't object as I squeezed and kneaded her soft tits, letting my thumbs
    gently slide back and forth across her hard nipples and puckered areola. She
    took a deep breath and let it out slowly, clearly enjoying my attention.

    I could hear the sizzle of fish as Kim laid the first of the

    three fish into the second pan of hot oil, though I doubted that Amy was paying
    any attention. She'd let her head roll in against my chest, her eyes closed as
    I gently teased her hard nipples. I let my left hand side down from her breast across
    her firm smooth stomach, gently teasing my fingers through her curly trimmed
    bush. I felt her momentarily stiffen in my arms, clearly unsure if she really
    wanted me to touch her where my hand was quite obviously headed. She didn't
    spread her legs or give me any indication at all that she wanted me to either
    continue or stop, so I let my hand reach to her left thigh and gently stroke my
    fingers up and down it, while my other hand continued to stroke and massage her
    right breast. She got goosebumps when I made first contact with her inner
    thigh, but within a few breaths, her body started hungering for more.

    She slowly relaxed against me as my fingers stroked up and

    down her thigh, slowly moving to the inside of her leg. I felt her weight shift
    slightly as she spread her legs, finally allowing my fingers to stroke all the
    way up her thigh to her pussy lips. I took that as an invitation, though a
    timid one. I let my fingers slow as they reached the juncture of her legs,
    letting just one finger stroke up and around the side of her pussy, more in the
    crease of her leg than on her full round pussy lip. I stroked down again, as
    far as my arm could reach before starting up again, this time her hand
    connecting with mine as I approached the end of my stroke.

    She drew my hand closer to her pussy, not letting go until

    my fingers were on her very wet lips. I could feel the hot wetness seep into my
    fingers as I pressed them gently against her round outer lips and the small
    amount of inner lip protruding. I pressed my middle finger gently and felt it
    slip between her lips, easily dipping into the wet depths between them. I
    slowly stroked my finger up, drawing it along her pubic bone, until I finally
    felt the hard press of her clitoris.

    "Oh fuck," she moaned softly as my finger drew

    along her hard nub, a slight shudder racing through her body. I dipped my
    finger back down between her lips, sliding it along and between her lips until
    I could feel the entrance to her soft depths. I curled my finger and let it
    press into her as she rolled her hips toward me, encouraging me to press into
    her. I drew my finger slowly out of her again, stroking up the length of her
    slit until I once again found her clit, stroking across and around it for long
    seconds. I started back down toward her entrance again, but her hand found mine
    and drew it back up again. "Don't stop. Please don't stop," she
    moaned, pressing my fingers against her clit as she drew her feet onto the bed
    and pushed her knees apart, spreading her pussy for my fingers.

    "If you want," I whispered, concentrating my

    strokes on and around her hard exposed clit. I worked the tip of my finger
    across her hard nub, rolling it and stroking it before circling my finger
    around and around it. I heard her moans grow in depth and length as she tried
    to push her pussy toward my hand, her arms and legs periodically shuddering.

    "Oh god," she whispered as the shudders grew in

    intensity. "Oh God!" she cried loudly, her whole body seeming to
    dissolve into shudders against me. I continued to stroke her clit until she
    reached for my hand and drew it away, whispering "enough"
    breathlessly.

    "If you two are done, dinner is ready," Kim said

    from where she stood next to the little kitchen table, wearing the gray t-shirt
    I'd loaned her days before to cook in. Cooking fried food naked isn't exactly
    what I would call fun. Maybe fun to look at, but definitely NOT fun when the
    food spatters at you.

    "Um. Yeah. Sure," Amy said, gently pushing herself

    up off of me without looking back at me. She got up and walked to the table
    without looking at me. I pushed myself off the bed and headed to the table, my
    hard cock swinging side to side with each step. Pulling out a chair I sat down
    across from where Kim stood, Amy on my left and an empty chair on my right for
    Kim.

    "Looks great!" I said with a smile, looking up at

    a beaming Kim. "You've got this dish down pat! Ready for something new
    tomorrow?"

    "I think maybe," Kim said as she sat in the chair

    across from Amy. She looked across the table at her friend expectantly.

    "You cooked this?" Amy asked, picking up her fork

    and using it to flake a section of trout off the bones.

    "You saw me. Well, mostly saw me. When you weren't in

    the throes of ecstasy that is."

    "I wasn't in the throes of ecstasy!" Amy snapped

    as she lifted the fork of fish to her mouth. "Damn! This is good!"

    "Thank you!" Kim beamed. "In the morning you

    can try my other specialty. Ham and eggs. Still trying to get the eggs right
    though. You know. I never knew how hard it was to make over easy really come
    out over easy and not broken scrambled messes!"

    "You cook breakfast too?"

    "Uh huh. Adam taught me. Said that everyone should know

    how to make enough things to survive on," Kim said as she scooped some
    fish into her own mouth. Yumm. Almost as good as sex."

    "Seriously? As good as sex?" Amy asked with a

    chuckle.

    "Well, average sex anyway. I mean not Adam sex. Hell, I

    don't think I've ever eaten a meal that tops how that makes me feel."

    "So you two have been having a regular sex party?"

    Amy asked, her face darkening in apparent anger.

    "I wouldn't call it a sex party. More like an intimate

    sharing of some really incredibly wonderful moments. He makes me climax so damn
    hard, no matter how we do it. I mean it's almost mind blowing how well he can
    manipulate my body to make my climax hold off and hold off until I'm ready to
    scream and then it washes over me like a tidal wave! God he's good at
    that!"

    To be continued.

    By m storyman x, for Literotica.

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  • Runways: Part 3
    Runways: Part 3
    A Mountaintop Experience

    By m_storyman_x – listen to the

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    "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 her tight confines. On and off she slid, her big
    tits dripping sweat onto my chest and sliding around, her nipples rubbing against
    mine.

    "Oh god," she moaned as she rocked on and off of

    me. "Oh god," she moaned again, her hips rocking and trying to grind
    her clit against the base of my cock with each new stroke. "Oh god, Adam.
    Oh god I'm going to come!" She gasped over and over as she continued
    rocking on me, her legs trembling and making it harder for her to continue
    rocking. "Oh god, Adam," she cried softly, practically whimpering,
    but refusing to let my hands go to participate in any way. "Come for me
    Adam. Come for me!" She practically begged.

    "Oh yeah. Almost." I moaned back at her as the

    tingles radiated out from my cock through all the reaches of my body. Her
    spasming pussy, already so tight, seemed to try and grab and milk me like her
    hand had done, trying to draw me into her as she stroked on and off of my fat
    shaft. "Gonna come." I grunted, knowing that I couldn't hold back any
    longer, even if I wanted to.

    "Oh shit!" She cried as my body bucked, jamming my

    cock deep into her and pumping a huge gush of cum up into her pussy. "Oh,
    Fuck Yes" She cried loudly, dropping onto my jerking body, her hands
    pushing mine farther over my head. Her big soft tits smashed flat against my
    chest, her mouth lowering to mine, her lips trying to kiss mine between gasps
    and moans. My body continued to buck several more times under her, adding more
    cum to the load already poured into her from within me.

    Finally I stilled under her, only an occasional jerk still

    showing my fading climax, my cock twitching within her as it started to soften.
    She lay on me, her breathing easing, but her lips still erotically working
    against mine.

    "God that was incredible." I whispered between

    kisses.

    "You liked it?"

    "Very much." I whispered. “You made love

    with amazing insights into my soul.”

    "I'm glad," she said as she let go of my hands and

    slowly pushed herself up off of me. She tossed the blanket off of us and sat up
    on my hips, trapping my cock inside her as I softened. I reached for her hips
    and gently stroked my fingers up and down them before she reached for my hands
    and pulled them to her breasts, pressing my palms against her still hard
    nipples. "You know. I don't know what it is about your hands, but i want
    them on my body all the time for some reason."

    "Oh?"

    "Uh huh. Ever since you made me come, up there. I just

    want to be naked and have your hands all over me."

    "Not that I'm complaining, because I'm not. But

    why?" I asked.

    "If I knew, I'd tell you. Why did you do what you did

    up there?"

    "I don't know exactly. I just wanted to." I

    admitted

    "Me too," she answered with a smile, still sitting

    on me, her hands on mine, encouraging me to squeeze her breasts. "Thank
    you. For letting me do that."

    "Trust me, it was my pleasure." I answered with a

    smile. "I think we need something to eat though."

    "You don't want me sitting on you anymore?"

    "I'm not minding one bit." I chuckled. "But I

    do have a question."

    "Yeah? What's that?" she asked, leaning down against

    my hands sliding off her chest as she lowered her tits to my chest, her face
    inches from mine.

    "Why aren't you always like this?"

    "Like what?"

    "Soft, sweet, sexy, intimate, wonderful, caring,

    alluring, sensual, did I say incredible yet?"

    "No, you didn't."

    "Well. Incredible. Since I hadn't said it yet. I've

    never known you to be like this. What happened? What changed?"

    "You did the one thing that was required of any man who

    wanted me to be this way. You earned my respect and you treated me with
    respect. No one else deserved this side of me."

    "How did I earn your respect?" I asked a little

    confused.

    "Well, throwing me in the lake the first day was a

    start. You showed me that you set limits and that you weren't going to let me
    push you around. Second, you showed me skills. You showed me you believed in
    me. In my abilities that I hadn’t yet discovered. Not just how to get
    around town or do your job, but skills in many things. Not only could you do
    things, you weren't afraid to teach me how to do them as well.

    And the third thing, maybe the most important, you showed me

    compassion and respect when I clearly didn't deserve it. Those are the
    hallmarks of a man worth working to keep. Those are the things I've been
    looking for in a man for the last fifteen years."

    "I think you over estimate me." I answered.

    "And did I mention that you are an overly modest

    man?" She asked with a giggle. "Now, we only have one problem."

    "Yeah?"

    "Well, two actually."

    "Okay, what two problems?"

    "First, I know you like Amy. The question is can you

    treat her as well as you treat me, because we do come as a package deal. She's
    like a sister to me and we share absolutely everything."

    "Everything?"

    "EVERYTHING!" She answered emphatically, wrinkling

    her nose before she smiled.

    "What's the second problem?"

    "How do we call her and tell her to come out here and

    join us? There's a lot of the two weeks left to find out if we can make this
    work."

    Cryptic Messages

    In some ways it wasn't quite fair. I mean I've never been

    one to be deceitful, but in this case it seemed like the right thing to do. Kim
    was waiting back at the Rocky Mountain cabin and my job was to get Amy there
    without any argument. I stood by the plane as the car door opened.

    "Adam! What's' going on? Your phone call was more than

    a little bit cryptic," Amy asked as she practically ran across the tarmac
    at the Chicago DuPage County Airport, pulling the wheeled suitcase behind her.

    "Oh. Kim is having an absolute fit. She's demanding

    that you come at once and refusing to come home until you come get her," I
    said with a scowl. "You so owe me for screwing up my vacation!" I
    said pretending to be angry as I took the case from her and stuffed it into the
    hold under the cabin of my twin engine turbo prop. Truth be told I'd had a bit
    of a crush on Amy since I started flying her and Kim around the country. I'd of
    course told her about it, sorta, but been shut down cold every time I'd tried
    to entice her into anything personal.

    As Kim had told me, Amy was the perfect professional

    personal assistant. She was a whiz at keeping her schedule in order, able to
    handle a myriad of details without bothering Kim and in some cases, was as
    adept at running the lingerie business every bit as good as Kim. The only real
    difference was that Amy wasn't a super model. In her own right she was good
    looking. Five and a half feet, not skinny but not fat, modestly large chest,
    creamy white skin and short cut auburn hair. To me she looked damn sexy, no
    matter what she was wearing. Today, in a tight fitting, short skirted dress,
    she looked even more so.

    I followed her up the stairs to the plane, closing the

    stairway door just in time to watch her bend over and thread her way into the
    right hand co-pilots seat of the plane, her skirt pulling up far enough to show
    me that she had on pink lacy panties under the powder blue dress.

    "I'm so sorry. I know I pushed you to take her. I'll

    make it up to you somehow," she said as I stepped over the center console
    and settled into the left seat. I handed her a pair of bulky headphones with a
    microphone attached and then picked up my own somewhat slimmer designed headset
    and mic. I remained silent as I flipped through the startup procedure, spinning
    both turbines up before keying the microphone.

    "Dupage tower. X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven ready for

    departure."

    "Roger X-ray Alpha Gulf. You are cleared to taxiway W

    William to Runway 2 Left. Hold at the ramp."

    "Roger. Taxiway W William to 2 Left and hold," I

    answered as I throttled up, the only aircraft at the moment on the tarmac with
    an engine running. In moments we were bouncing along the narrow strip of
    pavement that would take us all the way south to the very end of the
    seventy-five hundred foot runway. It was well more than we'd need with the light
    load I had on board, but I wasn't going to complain. I stopped just before
    reaching the end of the runway and checked both engines and props, making sure
    everything was working properly before radioing the tower back. "Dupage
    tower. X-ray Alpha Gulf holding at two Left."

    "Roger X-ray Alpha Gulf, you are cleared onto the

    runway. Depart turning left and contact Chicago flight following at five
    thousand."

    "Roger that tower. X-ray Alpha Gulf rolling," I

    answered. Taking off from a smaller airport like this one was always more
    relaxing than trying to fight the big boys at someplace like O'Hare or Midway.
    I let off the brakes and rolled onto the end of the runway, turning the plane
    to line up down the center line before pushing the throttles full on.

    "So how long?" Amy asked over the headset as the

    plane launched itself up from the pavement and I snapped the landing gear
    handle into the stow position.

    "About four hours, sooner if the wind doesn’t

    fight us, and we can avoid any August storms." I answered, letting my
    voice soften, no longer having to maintain the fiction that I used to get her
    here and on the plane. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the envelope
    that Kim had for her, an envelope I wasn't supposed to give to her until we
    were in the air.

    "What's this?"

    "A note from Kim," I answered.

    "What's it say?"

    "I dunno. She told me not to read it," I answered

    with a shrug. "Chicago center, X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven climbing to
    fifteen thousand."

    "Roger X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. Climbing to

    fifteen thousand."

    "And you didn't? Read it I mean?" she asked as she

    unfolded the paper.

    "Nope. I guessed it wasn't my business. I'm just

    following orders to get you on the plane and get you there anyway I can."

    Amy frowned and looked down at the note, reading it slowly.

    She flipped the paper over and back again, as if looking for more information.

    "And you have no idea what this is about?"

    "All I know is that I have specific orders from her

    highness to fetch you. She said everything else you needed to know was in the
    note."

    "But it doesn't tell me all that much."

    "Well, she was adamant. She wasn't coming home until

    you got there. I couldn't very well leave her there forever, could I?"

    "Well, no. But what triggered this? I mean did you do

    anything to her?"

    "Besides throw her ass in the lake the first day? Not

    really," I answered.

    "You really threw her in the lake?"

    "Yep. Picked her up, hauled her ass over my shoulder to

    the end of the pier and threw her right into the water. She was none too happy
    about it either."

    "I don't imagine she was," Amy answered quietly.

    To be continued.

    By m storyman x, for Literotica.

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  • Runways: Part 2
    Runways: Part 2
    The Taming of the Shrew

    "I told you what I'd do if you pissed me off." I

    said as she walked past me.

    By m_storyman_x – listen to the

    Podcast at Steamy
    Stories.



    "That water was fucking cold!"

    "Uh huh. Matches your attitude. I think if I were you

    I'd warm it up a bit or you might be sleeping out in the jeep."

    "You wouldn't!"

    "The hell I wouldn't." I said with a scowl.

    "Remember the rules. This is my fucking vacation. You're along because I said
    you could, not to baby or pamper you or put up with your diva shit. If you
    don't like it, the road works two ways.

    "Fine! I'm outa here!" She said stomping off

    toward the jeep. She climbed into the front seat and turned the key, the jeep
    lurching forward before coming to a stop again. "What's wrong with this
    thing?"

    "It's a stick shift." I said with a frown as I

    turned and walked back into the cabin.

    "Okay. So I don't know how to make it work," she

    said quietly as she came in and closed the door quietly behind herself.

    "Not surprised. Come eat." I said, dishing some

    chili from the pot on the stove into two bowls. I was starved, having not
    gotten any lunch and it was already half way to dinner. I sat down and dug into
    my bowl, ignoring her.

    She slipped gently into the seat across from me and meekly

    apologized. "I'm sorry," she said barely above a whisper.

    "Forgiven." I said simply, pushing a bowl of chili

    across the table toward her. "Better eat."

    She looked at the bowl cautiously. "Is it

    organic?"

    "Nope. Just plain cow and beans and spices." I

    answered.

    "I don't eat much meat," she said quietly, looking

    at the bowl as if it might bite her.

    "Well, then you're probably going to be hungry a lot of

    the time, because I didn't bring a whole lot of vegetables and crap like
    that." I said, reaching out to hand her a spoon.

    She took the spoon and gingerly scooped a small bite from

    the bowl, lifting it to her lips and tentatively tasting it. A few moments
    later the spoon was emptied and headed back for another trip. "This is
    good," she said with a little surprise in her voice.

    "Thank you."

    "You made it?"

    "Uh huh."

    "I didn't know you could cook."

    "You never asked." I answered with a shrug.

    "I don't know how," she said quietly.

    "Guess you're going to have to learn." I answered

    her, looking at her face pointed down at the bowl almost as if she were ashamed
    to admit she couldn't cook. "Not to worry. I won't let you starve. Eat up
    now. Maybe I'll teach you how to fish."

    She looked up at me curiously and then back down at the

    bowl, scooping another spoon of chili.

    "Adam. Why are you doing this?"

    "Doing what?" I asked between bites.

    "This. Here. Me?"

    I sighed and leaned back in my chair. "As a favor to

    Amy."

    "You like her, don't you?"

    "Yeah. She's nice. Not interested in me, but nice just

    the same."

    "She might be interested in you. She talks about you.

    I've heard her say your name when she comes."

    I looked at her in surprise. "Huh? She does what?"

    "She sometimes says your name when we're fucking. You

    did know didn't you? That she was lesbian, right?"

    "Uh, no. I didn't. Explains a lot though."

    "Sorry," she said softly.

    "Well, at least I know where I stand... with both of

    you," I answered her between bites of my chili.

    "Don't assume. The main reason I don't do guys is that

    I hate having the guys coming on to me all the time. Makes me feel dirty or
    something. Seems like every guy on the planet wants to get into my
    panties."

    "Can you blame them? I mean hell, you're one of the

    hottest looking women on the planet. You could have the pick of any guy you
    want."

    "Who says I want a guy?"

    "We all assume that, until you prove to us

    different."

    "Is that why you don't try to come on to me? Or is it

    professional ethics?" I chuckled and didn't answer her, but continued
    eating my chili. "Come on. I know you're turned on by how I look. I saw
    that boner on the way up here."

    "Didn't say your body didn't turn my body on. Hell,

    sitting here looking at your bare tits turns my cock on. I'll admit that."

    "But you don't want to come on to me?"

    "Not particularly."

    "Why?"

    "When I took this job, I thought about it. Shit I had a

    hard boner the whole time on those first few photo shoots I flew you too. But I
    stopped going to them and stayed with the plane because it just wasn't that
    interesting any longer."

    "Why not?"

    "You really want me to tell you?"

    "Yes! I do!"

    I set my spoon down and leaned back in my chair. "Even

    if it hurts your feelings?"

    She was silent for several long seconds. "Yes, even if

    it hurts my feelings."

    "Because the longer I knew you the more I realized that

    you had a personality that was less than attractive."

    "What do you mean?"

    "You act like a class A bitch. No one likes a bitch,

    especially a guy. Anyone I know that's gotten to know you feels the same
    way." I said.

    "Well, as you say, at least I know where I stand,"

    she said tilting her head up defiantly.

    "No. You don't. I fly you because I need the money.

    You're here screwing up my vacation, the vacation that I've been planning for
    six months because Amy begged me to take you. You had a stress attack. Your
    body tried to shut itself down because you're over stressed and under rested.
    She's afraid of something happening to you. She wanted you to get away and
    relax so badly that she offered to spend a whole weekend having sex with me,
    just so that I'd take you along."

    "She did?!"

    "She did. But I told her no. I only agreed to take you because

    she threatened to find another pilot to fly you while I was gone, so you're
    here so that I don't lose my job as your pilot."

    She got up from the table and walked to the cabin door.

    "Well you don't have to worry. I won't fire you, and since I'm stuck here
    with you I won't be flying with anyone else. So you're safe. You don't have to
    worry about being nice to me or doing anything for me. You clearly don't want
    me here, so you do what you need and I'll just find something to keep me
    busy," she said before turning and walking out the door. The rejection she
    felt was deep & profound.

    I shook my head, leaned over my bowl and finished the last

    few bites. I cleaned up both our dishes, put the food in what served as a
    refrigerator in the small cabin, and then dug into my gear, pulling on some
    shorts and a shirt and then getting out my fishing gear. It took me about ten
    minutes to get my rods put together, threaded and my artificial baits organized
    to go fish.

    I saw her sitting on the shore, still naked, looking out at

    the lake as I walked to the little boat. I flipped it over, put the little
    electric motor and the oars in the boat and then went back to the cabin for the
    battery. I lugged the fifty plus pound battery out to the boat, settled it into
    the back and then attached the cables. She was still sitting against the tree
    as I pushed off and headed out onto the lake to fish.

    It was dark by the time I came in. The moon was already up,

    and while not full, it provided plenty of light for me to make it to shore and
    then to the cabin. I reached into my pocket for the lighter that I knew was
    there as I headed for the porch. I pulled the lantern down from the hook on the
    porch, pumped it up, having checked to be sure it had fuel in it before I left.
    I held the lighter to the hole in the side of the lantern and it puffed to
    life, the yellow flame quickly changing to blue and then bright white as the
    mantel did its job converting the gas flame into a more refined reaction.

    I picked up the lantern and walked into the cabin, the light

    filling the small cabin and illuminating Kim sitting in one of the three chairs
    in the room, wrapped in a blanket, her knees pulled up to her chest with the
    blanket wrapped around herself.

    "You're back," she said barely above a whisper.

    "Uh huh. You could have lit a lantern." I told

    her. “The lone skylight I installed over the table had ceased to
    illuminate anything, this late in the day.

    "I didn't know how," she said with a frown on her

    face. "Seems like I don't know a lot of things."

    Kim’s Humble Apprenticeship

    "Well, come here." I said as I pulled an oil lamp

    down off the wall. "Matches are here." I said, stepping to the
    fireplace and pulling open a box of wooden matches, sitting on the mantle.

    “Gawd, this fur rug is huge! What animal was it,”

    she asked.

    That’s Uri. He’s the grizzly whom my dad met

    outside the cabin, one morning. He stood about 15 feet tall, when Dad dropped
    him 10 feet from the door, with a rifle bullet to the heart. We skinned him and
    stretched the hide. The meat was rather tough, but we quartered his carcus and
    took him to the meat market It’s a nice cozy rug when you’re cold
    and trying to warm up in front of the fireplace.

    I set the lamp on the table by the lantern and took the

    glass globe off, striking the match and touched it to the wide wick. The flame
    slowly grew and threw light of its own, though dwarfed by the bright gas
    lantern. "I have to deal with my fish. You can come outside if you want.
    If not, you at least have some light."

    "You caught some?"

    "A few." I answered as I turned and walked out of

    the cabin with the lantern. She followed behind, wrapped in the blanket and
    followed me to the boat and then to the metal-covered table, screwed down to
    one side of the end of the dock.

    "So that's what this is for?" She asked as I laid

    the three fish on the table to clean them.

    "Yep." I said as I used my pocket knife to cut the

    lower jaw and the belly, pulling the guts out and tossing it into the water by
    the dock. It only took a few short minutes to completely clean and rinse the
    three rainbow trout that I had caught. "Breakfast." I said, holding
    up the three fish in one hand and picking up the lantern with the other.

    "So what now?" Kim asked as she followed me into

    the cabin, closing the door behind us.

    "Well. Usually I'd just go to bed." I answered as

    I put the fish in the ice box and set the lantern on the counter.

    "So early?"

    "It's probably past eight." I said with a shrug.

    "Are you hungry?"

    "I snacked on some crackers, but I wouldn't mind

    something," she answered meekly. "I would have made something, but I
    didn't know how to make the stove work. I turned the knobs but the flames never
    came on."

    "Yeah, gotta light it with a match." I told her as

    I walked back to the icebox and pulled a Ziploc bag out. I walked to the stove
    and lit two burners, dug out two cast iron pans and put them on the flames. I
    dug in my food box for a container of oil and poured some in each pan. Putting
    away the oil I pulled out two large potatoes and quickly sliced them, dropping
    the white slices into one of the pans and then laid two marinated chicken
    breasts from the Ziploc into the other pan.

    It only took a few minutes to cook the potatoes and chicken

    breasts, ladling the fried food onto two plates. I set the pans aside to let
    the oil cool and then set the plates on the table. "Might as well come
    eat." I said as she stood near the wall watching me.

    "I'm not supposed to make you cook for me," she

    said quietly.

    "I know. But I did. So come eat."

    She walked to the table and sat down, carefully taking a few

    bites of the food. "Damn this is good," she mumbled as she began
    eating quickly. "I don't get much fried food. Not good for my figure, but
    this is so good."

    I chuckled. "Thanks."

    Kim was finished long before I was, and sat curled up in her

    blanket across from me, watching me eat. "Are you good at other things?
    Besides cooking and fishing and flying I mean?"

    "I think I'm pretty fair at a lot of things. What in

    particular are you asking about?"

    "I don't know. I mean most of the guys I know couldn't

    figure out which end of a fry pan to hold, let alone cook something good like
    this. But it seems like you know how to do everything you try. I mean you drove
    that jeep up here, you know how to fish, it's like you're a mountain man on
    steroids, or something."

    I laughed quietly. "No. Just learned when I was young

    how to camp and handle myself in the woods. Come on. We'll go get water and
    I'll show you how to be Jane of the jungle. You can do the dishes."

    "Sounds fair," she said, getting up and standing

    expectantly next to the table.

    "Here." I said handing her a plastic bucket.

    "We have to get water." I picked up the lantern and walked out of the
    cabin with her following behind. She followed me to the dock and dipped the
    bucket into the water. I smiled to myself as she struggled to carry the bucket
    and hold the blanket, but didn't offer to take it for her.

    I showed her where the big pot was, and let her fill it with

    her bucket and start it heating. We both sat in the chairs, waiting for the
    water to heat on the gas stove. She got up, walked to one of her suitcases,
    sitting against the wall and open, pulled out a rather slinky looking robe and
    slipped it over her still naked body. "Use another pot to scoop water out
    into the wash pan. You want to save some of that water to wash yourself
    with."

    "Wash myself?"

    "Yeah. Unless you want to wash in the lake." I

    chuckled.

    "Oh. Hadn't thought of that," she said as she

    headed for the sink.

    I took the blanket and threw it back on the bed, stripped my

    clothes off and climbed into bed, in the corner. "I'll go to sleep if you
    want some privacy to clean up. Just make sure to shut the lantern all the way
    off before you come to bed. I'd hate to waste the fuel, there's only so
    much."

    "Okay," she said quietly. "Adam?"

    "Yeah?" I answered without looking over at her.

    "Thank you."

    "For what?"

    "Being different," she said, as if that explained

    it all.

    I was still awake almost half an hour later when the cabin

    went dark. Kim climbed into bed with me, smelling of flowers as she slipped
    under the blanket with me, her back bumping against my back as she climbed into
    the full size bed. "It is small, isn't it?"

    "Uh huh. Cozy for two." I answered her.

    "I don't mind," she whispered. "Do you always

    sleep like that?"

    "Like what?"

    "Naked."

    "Yeah, actually." I answered in a whisper. "I

    don't have to, if it bothers you."

    "No. Not if it's how you usually sleep."

    "Okay." I answered sleepily. "Go to sleep

    now."

    I woke up with the sun, not completely surprised to be

    spooned up against Kim. How did I roll over and nuzzle up in this spooning
    position? How would I explain it?
    It was cool in the cabin and her body heat was certainly attractive to any
    sleeping body. Natural response, as was the morning woody. I suppose I could
    have considered that woody being jammed between her legs and my hand cupping
    her breast through the thin nightgown being natural as well, but the last thing
    I needed was to wake up the ‘ice queen’ thinking that I was trying
    to take advantage of her in her sleep.

    I eased myself away from her and out of bed. I stepped to my

    duffel and pulled out a pair of shorts and a shirt, pulling them on and then
    heading out the door, letting the screen door slam as I went. If she was awake,
    she pretended not to be.

    By the time I came back from the outhouse Kim was up and

    dressed in a pair of pink sweats, the form fitting spandex hugging her curves.

    "Good morning," she said surprisingly meekly.

    "Morning."

    "I guess it's my turn now," she said heading to

    the cabin door, her hair looking wild after the night's sleep. While she was
    gone I pulled the pan from the potatoes onto the now lit front burner, heating
    the oil left over from the night before.

    "You're going to reuse the oil?" She asked as she

    stepped back into the cabin, rubbing her arms to ward off the morning chill.

    "Yep. The potato oil. It'll be find for cooking

    breakfast." I said as I pulled another pan from the cabinet and lit
    another burner. I spooned a couple teaspoons of hot oil into the other pan
    before laying the two of the fish from last night into the hot oil. The fish
    sizzled and spit in the pan as it cooked, the skin crisping in the hot oil as
    the fish cooked through. I flipped it over after a few minutes to let the other
    side cook and then cracked some eggs in the second pan. In only a few minutes I
    had two plates of breakfast ready to eat, fresh fish and eggs. Couldn't ask for
    a better breakfast in the woods. "When you wash the dishes, don't use soap
    in the cast iron. It'll ruin it." I told her before I got up to head out
    of the cabin.

    I loved fishing early in the morning. Working a small fly

    along the weed banks on the far end of the lake where the four small springs
    trickled into the lake was one of my favorite spots on this lake. The rainbow
    trout came up from the cold deep waters to feast on the small bugs and minnows
    that inhabit the weeds, making my flies an inviting target of opportunity. By
    lunchtime I had six nice fish on the stringer and was ready to head back into
    camp. Even from half way across the small lake it was obvious to me that Kim
    was waiting along the lakeshore. Just as obvious was that she was scantly
    dressed in just a loose tubetop and mini shorts, walking barefoot on the stones
    near the shoreline.. Two days ago I wouldn't have given a shit, but for reasons
    that escaped me at the moment, the thought of what she might or might not be
    exposing besides her sexy breasts had my cock quickly growing in my shorts.

    "You're back!" She said surprisingly cheerfully as

    I motored silently up to the dock, only the soft whir of the motor and the
    sloshing of the water along the sides of the little aluminum boat making my
    presence known. "Have any luck?"

    "I did." I answered as I let the boat slide all

    the way to the shore and burry its bow gently on the small patch of sand next
    to the rickety little dock. I looped a rope around one of the cedar posts and
    then climbed out with my stringer of fish.

    "Oh. Those do look nice!" She said as she walked

    toward me, I guess sometime since I first spotted her from the middle of the
    lake, she’d removed her top & was wearing only the skimpiest of
    shorts, her large soft tits swinging and wiggling with each step.

    I walked to the end of the dock, to the cleaning table trying

    to ignore the fact that my cock was hardening even more in my pants at the
    sight of her practically perfect tits. She stepped up to me to watch, so close
    that one of her breasts brushed my arm gently as I worked to clean the fish,
    her attention riveted on my motions.

    "Is that all there is to it?" She asked after the

    third fish.

    "Yep. Wanna try one?

    "Can I?"

    "Sure." I answered, stepping to the side and

    holding the knife out for her. "Pick one and hold it belly side up. Yeah,
    like that." I said as she grasped the slippery fish the same way I had.
    "Now, see that spot there, that hole just up from his tail. Yeah, right
    there. Slip the tip of the knife in and carefully cut all the way up his
    stomach to his jaw. Yeah, just like that." I told her as she tentatively
    worked the knife along the belly of the fish toward the head. "A little
    more. Yeah, that's enough. Now, set it on the table belly side down. And cut
    just behind the front fins there. Yeah, cut down, but not all the way through.
    Just down through the backbone. Perfect. Now comes the messy part. Grab the
    head and bend it down."

    "Like this?" She asked as she bent the head down,

    breaking the remains of the backbone.

    "Yep, now just pull back toward the fish and it'll pull

    all his guts out." I coaxed her as she gently pulled on the head.
    "Harder." I said as she still wasn't pulling hard enough. I stepped
    behind her, reached around her and held her hands in mine, holding the fish
    with one and helping her pull with the other.

    "Oye!" She squeaked as the last of the skin by the

    fins broke loose and the whole intestinal track pulled out of the cut belly of
    the fish.

    "Perfect. Just toss that into the lake." I said as

    I let go of her hands. She tossed the fish guts toward the water, the jerk of
    her body bumping her against me and her practically bare ass against the front
    of my baggy shorts and my hard cock. "Now, just run your thumb along the
    inside of the fish and push that blood line out. Yeah, that's it." I
    coaxed, hoping she hadn't noticed my state of arousal. "And that's
    it." I said, stepping back.

    "I can think of a few men over the years that I might

    have wanted to clean that easily," she said with a giggle as she stepped
    to the edge of the lake to rinse her hands while I worked to clean the last two
    fish. "You do that so fast!" She said as she stepped up behind me to
    look over my shoulder as I finished the two remaining fish in the same amount
    of time that it took her to rinse her hands.

    "Practice. Been doing this for years." I answered,

    setting the fish on the clean end of the table and taking the metal pot hanging
    on one, off its hook. I put the fish in the pot and squatted down next to the
    lake to start rinsing them off. "Just have to clean them and they're ready
    for the pan." I said as I started washing the first fish. Kim stepped next
    to me, bending at the waist to watch me, her tits hanging right next to my face
    as I worked, each sexy orb swinging slightly with any movement she made. I
    worked methodically hoping she would lose interest and stand back up, but she
    stayed bent over me the entire time.

    I finally couldn't put it off any longer. I stood up and

    moved to the table again, hoping she wouldn't notice the huge bulge that had
    developed in the front of my shorts. I put the fish on the clean end of the
    table again and then used the pan to scoop water from the lake to rinse off the
    cleaning table. I squatted down one more time to clean my knife and my hands
    and then stood up, finding her standing with the six fish in her hands ready to
    head back to the cabin.

     It was a rather tribal moment, The man comes back to

    camp, having a successful hunt. The woman takes the game and shows her
    gratitude to her provider.

    "Thank you," she said sweetly as we walked across

    the grassy yard toward the log cabin.

    "For what? Teaching you to clean a fish? You're

    welcome." I answered, a little surprised at her docile demeanor.

    "That and for not being obvious."

    "I don't understand."

    She stopped in front of me and said, "Stand

    still."

    I stopped next to her. "Okay." I answered, not

    quite sure what she wanted.

    She stepped over in front of me and quickly pressed her

    almost completely bare ass against the front of my shorts, rubbing it side to
    side, bouncing her crack across the bulge my hard cock was making. "For
    not being obvious about that," she said before she started walking again.

    "Uh. Sure." I answered as I followed her to the

    porch. She stood and waited for me to open the door, her hands still full of
    the mornings catch. She set the fish in the sink and then used a small pot of
    water sitting in the sink to dip her hands in before rubbing them with the bar
    of soap sitting on the edge. She rinsed them in the same pan and then dried
    them, stepping away from the sink to give me room to finish working with the
    fish. I looked around and the dishes were all done and the bed was made and I
    even saw where the broom that had been sitting near the fireplace had moved.
    "Looks nice." I answered, honestly appreciating her efforts to hold
    up her side of the bargain.

    "Thank you," she replied sweetly, sitting down in

    one of the chairs and watching me bag the fish and put them in the ice box.
    "How does that work? I mean there isn't any electricity up here."

    "The ice box? It's tied into the solar panels on the

    roof. When it's sunny it makes enough power to run the refrigeration system.
    It's got a big tub of water in the top that it freezes into a block of ice.
    Once it's frozen it can keep the ice box cold for a few days. That way if the
    sun doesn't shine for a few days nothing spoils. Kind of like an automatically
    replenishing cooler."

    "Oh. That's ingenious. Who figured that out?"

    "Well, I'd like to take credit for the idea, but it's

    not mine. I just built this one from an old freezer"

    "So, how do you know about this place? I thought you

    rented it?"

    "I do, sorta. My dad brought me up here when I was a

    kid. That was way before it was a ski lodge. The old man that owned it was
    getting really old and he sold it to my old man. When the ski lodge came in
    they made us a deal because they wanted the land. As I understand it, if we
    hadn't sold out we wouldn't be able to get here. They would have controlled the
    road. So we sold it to them on the understanding that they wouldn't build any
    more cabins on the lake, and that we got to use it for four weeks out of the
    summer. We had to arrange it, but the rest of the time they rent it out to
    others." I answered. "I've been coming here almost every year since I
    was six."

    "I can see why. It's perfect up here."

    "Tell you what. Let's make a couple sandwiches and I'll

    show you something even more beautiful." I suggested.

    "Sure. Let me. What do you want?"

    "Oh ham and cheese is good." I answered her as she

    got out bread and then opened the ice box to dig out things to make sandwiches
    with.

    While she made sandwiches I got a bucket of water from the

    lake and refilled the filter unit on the counter, letting the water flow
    through the Britta filter system into a pitcher. The lake was clean enough you
    could probably drink it directly, but these days it was always safer to filter
    it. I used the filtered water to fill four one liter water bottles and stuffed
    them in a small pack. She had the sandwiches done and wrapped in cling wrap and
    I stuffed them in the pack as well. "Do you have any good walking shoes
    and clothes?"

    "We going far?"

    "Not too far, but farther than you're going to want to

    go in those sandals." I said.

    "I have running shoes," She offered.

    "That'll due. You might also want to put more clothes

    on."

    "You don't like what I'm wearing?"

    "THAT I didn't say. Just a suggestion. That little slip

    of a swim suit doesn't even cover your ass."

    "It's not supposed to. That's why it's called a thong

    bikini," she said with a smile. "But if you don't like seeing my
    cheeks, I'll cover them up for you."

    "No. You can wear whatever you want. We're going to go

    walk through the brush. I thought you might want something a bit more
    protective, to avoid scraping your soft skin. Then there’s the very
    strong winds that can cause windburn. But you wear what you want."

    "Well, if you think I should," she said as she

    bent over her suitcase her bare ass pushing out at me as I stood there. She
    reached for her hips and pulled the strings of the bottom, pulling the tiny
    slip of material from between her legs, her pouting fat pussy lips now pushing
    out uncovered between her legs.

    "Damn." I breathed quietly as she stood bent over,

    unfolding her shorts and then stepping into them and finally standing straight
    up again.

    "There," she said turning for me to show off the

    white gauze croptop & a pair of skin tight mini shorts she now had on.
    "Better?"

    "Um. Yeah. I suppose so." I answered her as I

    picked up the pack. "Let's go."

    To be continued.

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    Runways: Part 1
    Flying a supermodel isn't all it appears to be.

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    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.

    "What's wrong with it?"

    "Nothing. Not a thing. This is going to prove to be an

    interesting trip," I said, shaking my head and chuckling. I looked over at
    her and saw her pouting in the seat, trying hard not to say anything angry back
    at me.

    Three hours and fifty minutes after takeoff we touched down

    on the single runway at Crested Butte. I taxied to the general aviation area
    and shut down the turbines, letting them spool down as I got the stairs down.
    It only took me a few minutes to walk to the parking area and find the jeep
    that was left for me, an old CJ5 that looked like it'd seen better days. I
    drove to the plane and loaded the coolers, my duffel bag and fishing gear into
    the back along with her two big suit cases and then went about buttoning up the
    plane for short term storage, inserting the engine housing plugs and covers to
    keep birds and other undesirable critters out of the delicate engines.

    "Okay. All aboard!" I said as I closed the stairs

    and turned to walk to the driver's side of the jeep. I climbed in and looked
    over at Kim sitting in the somewhat ratty seat, trying to pull her mini-skirt
    down her legs. "You may want to put on your seatbelt. Without doors you'd
    end up on the pavement by the second corner."

    "If you say so," she said, pulling the seatbelt

    across her lap and clipping it. I chuckled and let the clutch out, quickly
    turning around and heading out toward highway fifty.

    Windblown. That's how I would have to describe her by the

    time I pulled off the highway nearly twenty miles down the road. With no top
    and no doors, the jeep was like a convertible on steroids. The wind whipped
    around the windshield and blew her hair in every possible direction, making it
    almost impossible for her to see. When I slowed down to turn onto the gravel
    road leading up the mountain I could see her frown, but had to admit, she was
    holding her tongue.

    I couldn't help but look over at her as we drove up the

    winding bouncy gravel road. The halter might have covered her large breasts,
    but it did a horrible job of containing the bouncing mounds, one of her breasts
    bouncing clear out of the top after a particularly rough jolt. Yeah it was an
    interesting outfit. I turned onto the dirt track that led even higher up the
    mountain, leaving the lodge behind us. The gravel road was smooth as silk
    compared to the two dirt ruts that constituted the road now. I looked over at
    Kim and actually felt sorry for her. Her short skirt had ridden up her thighs
    so far I could see the red of her panties beneath, and her tits absolutely
    refused to stay in the top, both of them now exposed as she held onto the
    windshield with one hand and the edge of the seat with the other, leaving none
    free to cover herself back up.

    I slowed down to bounce over a fallen log and then pulled to

    a stop in the middle of the road. I shut the engine off and sat back to look at
    her. "If you want, you can change." I said as she pulled the material
    of her halter back over her incredibly sexy tits.

    "No. I'm fine," she said after a few seconds.

    "I'm not going to disrupt your trip, remember?"

    "Afraid I'll throw you into the lake?"

    "Actually, I am."

    "Well, I'll make an exception. I promise not to throw

    you into the lake if you want to change your clothes." I said with a
    chuckle.

    "Why? You don't like what I'm wearing?"

    "Kim. I've flown you to how many photo shoots and

    catwalks? I doubt there's anything that you can wear that would show more than
    I've already seen."

    "Really? Why do you have a hardon then?"

    I looked down at my lap and realized she was right. I had a

    huge hardon inside my shorts, something I hadn't had looking at her since,
    well, shortly after I started. Her attractiveness had been completely
    overridden by her bitchy nasty personality. "Touch " I said.
    "Just thought I'd offer."

    "You don't like what you see?"

    "I didn't say that. You're a multi-million dollar

    showoff. Let's face it, you'd look good no matter what you wear."

    "But you don't want my tits bouncing where you can see

    em?" She asked pointedly.

    "Kim. I don't care if you wanna go naked. There isn't

    anyone out here to see except me and Mother Nature. So there isn't any point in
    being a clothes horse. Wear what you want to be comfortable."

    "That offer to change still stand?" She asked with

    her brow furrowed slightly.

    "Still stands." I answered.

    "Good," she said, unbuckling her seatbelt. She

    stepped out of the jeep and stood on the grass next to the dirt tracks,
    wiggling her skirt down over her hips until she could step out of it. She
    tossed it onto the empty old milk crate I kept wedged between our seats and
    then reached for the top of her halter, pulling the knot around her neck apart.
    The material flopped down, exposing her full round tits, each the size of a
    half melon glued to her chest. Her skin was tanned without a single line and
    her areola, perfectly round and pink were clearly puckered around her rock hard
    nipples. She finished undoing the tie behind her back and tossed the top on top
    of the skirt. She bent over and pulled her four inch heels off and tossed them
    onto the pile as well. "There," she said sliding back onto the seat
    and starting to buckle her belt back up.

    "That all? You don't want to take the panties off

    too?"

    "If you insist," she said, reaching down and

    sliding the tiny red thong panty off her ass and down her legs, tossing it into
    my lap, leaving her completely naked on the passenger seat. "You're
    turn."

    "My turn for what?"

    "To get undressed. It's only fair, right? I mean you

    don't expect me to sit here naked all alone, right?"

    "Why?" I asked a little startled.

    "Well, look at it from my perspective. I get ogled all

    day. Hell, there's dozens of guys that have seen me completely naked, including
    you. They see me when I'm changing, they see me when I'm being posed for a
    photo, there isn't a part of me that hasn't been exposed to multiple guys.
    Once, just once, I'd like turnaround to be fair play. If I'm naked, you should
    be too."

    I thought about it for a few moments, and without another

    word, unbuckled my seat belt. I stepped out of the jeep and undid the belt on
    my shorts and pushed them down, stepping out of them and tossing them on the
    pile between the seats. I took a breath and a little nervously pushed my boxers
    down, freeing my engorged cock to stick out its full nine inches at her. I
    tossed my boxers on the pile and then skimmed off my t-shirt, leaving me naked
    except for my socks and boots. "Better?" I asked as I slipped into
    the seat again and buckled the seat belt, my cock sticking straight up in the
    air as I pushed the clutch in to start the engine together.

    "Actually, yeah, it is," she said, still looking

    at my cock and making me nervous. I shifted into gear and took off up the road
    again bouncing our way up the last mile toward the cabin. I pulled into the
    clearing in front of the lake and stopped, shutting the engine down and letting
    Mother Nature bathe us in the sound of the breeze blowing through the soft pine
    boughs and the birds starting to chirp again after our arrival.

    "Wow. This is...well, incredible," she said,

    undoing her seat belt and standing up, holding onto the windshield. She turned
    to look around, her pussy slightly higher than my face, but only a little more
    than a foot away, her completely shaved mound and pussy completely exposed as
    she moved. Her lips were fat and round with only a tiny bit of inner lip
    peeking out from between them, little bits of moisture glistening between her
    lips sexily. If my cock had softened any on the remaining drive, the view in
    front of me ensured that I was once again rock hard.

    "Yeah, it is." I answered, thinking more about how

    she looked framed against the sky and trees in front of me than anything else.

    "You know this wouldn't be a half bad place if I didn't

    have to shit in a wooden box," she said as she stared at the little
    outhouse behind the cabin.

    "And then it's gone." I muttered. For a few

    minutes she was acting like a real person. Hell, I'd even felt a little sorry
    for her having no control over who sees her naked. Stupid of me I know.

    I climbed out of the jeep and started carrying the gear into

    the small cabin, Kim walking in behind me, seeing the dust and cobwebs that
    prevailed in the many months of human absence. "Jesus! Doesn't anyone
    clean around here?"

    I turned around and looked at her, took two steps and picked

    her thin frame up in my arms and threw her over my shoulder, clamping her
    kicking legs to my chest as I walked out the cabin door. She struggled and
    squirmed, twisting in my arms and trying to hit and kick me to put her down all
    the way to the rickety wooden dock sticking out about 30 feet from shore, into
    the lake. It wasn't the most graceful thing I'd ever done, but the squeal as
    she hit the cold water was worth the several bruises I was sure were going to
    pop up for my effort.

    I walked to the shore and stood there, waiting for her to

    walk naked from the lake, her hair now laying in a flat mat, water streaming
    from her hair and body. She walked up the shore staring daggers at me.
    "Bastard," she muttered.

    To be continued.

    By m_storyman_x, for Literotica.

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  • Andy's Brave New World: Part 5
    Andy’s Brave New World: Part 5
    Ranger Andy and Crystal.

    Based on a post by the

    hospital. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.



    Day 8, Afternoon

    Andy leaned over the dining room table, studying the

    building plans Daniela had spread out. The paper was covered in neat
    handwritten notes and carefully drawn lines. From somewhere upstairs came the
    sound of drawers opening and closing as Sarah continued her self-assigned task
    of sorting through the consulate's belongings.

    "I think these spots here are important," Daniela

    said, pointing to several areas just inside the perimeter fence. Her finger
    traced along the paper, leaving a slight smudge. "I'm pretty sure anyone
    climbing over would probably land in these areas. The fence is lower here, and
    there's better cover from the street." She tucked a strand of hair behind
    her ear. "We could hide the mines under some leaves and dirt."

    "That makes sense," Andy nodded, examining the

    spots she'd indicated. "But we need to make sure we don't place anything
    outside our actual property line. We don't want to hurt random people just
    walking by."

    "Yeah, of course," Daniela said quickly. "Dad

    always said mines are only for protecting your own property, not for random
    areas." She pulled out another hand-drawn diagram showing the yard.
    "I was thinking we could also put some here behind the bushes, and maybe
    here near the side entrance. Those seem like places someone might try to sneak
    in."

    Her finger moved to another rough map of the surrounding

    blocks. "And maybe we should think about these spots across the street
    too? There are some good hiding places over there. If someone wanted to watch
    the building or set up some kind of attack, they'd probably use these spots."

    Andy shook his head. "Let's hold off on anything

    outside our perimeter for now. I think that's going a bit far." He studied
    her markings. "But it's good thinking to identify those positions. Keep
    that map in case things get worse."

    From upstairs came a loud thump, followed by Sarah's voice:

    "Who needs seventeen copies of the same trade agreement? This is
    ridiculous!"

    Andy smiled slightly, then turned back to Daniela.

    "We'll need warning signs too. Something that's clear but doesn't seem too
    aggressive. Maybe just 'Warning: Security Perimeter'?"

    "Yeah, and we could add 'Please Use Front Entrance'

    with an arrow," Daniela suggested, already making notes in the margin of
    her diagram. "Just plain black text on white background would probably
    work best."

    "Good idea. We want to keep people away from the

    dangerous areas without making it seem like we're paranoid." Andy studied
    her placement plan again. "This looks really well thought out. Go ahead
    and set them up like you've drawn here."

    "Okay, will do."

    Andy watched as she added a few more notes to her diagram,

    struck by the strange contrast; a teenager calmly planning deadly defenses as
    if discussing a school project.

    "Just be really careful when you're placing them,

    alright?" he said.

    Daniela gave him a look that clearly said she wasn't an

    idiot. "I know. I'm not going to blow myself up."

    A crash echoed from somewhere upstairs, followed by Sarah's

    voice: "Oops! Just knocked over some really ugly vases. No great
    loss!"

    Andy chuckled. "Sounds like the great consulate purge

    is going well. Do you need any help with the warning signs?"

    "No sir, I've got it," Daniela replied sharply,

    then caught herself. "I mean, no thanks, Andy. I can handle it."

    "I'll make the signs first," she added, gathering

    her papers. "Then place the mines after it gets dark. Less chance of
    anyone seeing what I'm doing that way."

    Day 8, Late Afternoon

    Andy entered the study. Crystal knelt on the floor beside

    the large map she'd removed from its frame, her silk pajamas flowing gracefully
    around her curves as she leaned forward to make another notation. The soft
    fabric clung and shifted with her movements, the absence of a bra evident as
    her full tits swayed gently. Her honey-blonde hair fell in perfect waves past
    her shoulders as she alternated between checking her phone and marking the map.

    Sensing his presence, she looked up through her lashes,

    subtly arching her back as she straightened. "Good to see you, sir,"
    she whispered, her blue eyes warm. "I hope the trip to the Presidio went
    well." She gestured at the map spread before her. "I'm mostly done
    here, I've mapped out all the businesses and their types within reasonable
    distance."

    The sound of furniture being dragged across the floor came

    from above, followed by muffled thuds as Sarah continued her thorough sweep of
    the building.

    "Good job," Andy said, moving closer to examine

    her work. Crystal shifted slightly, making room for him while ensuring her
    silk-draped figure remained in his line of sight. Her hard nipples pressed
    visibly against the thin fabric as she leaned forward again. "Any
    standouts?"

    "Several, sir," she replied softly, pointing to

    various markings. "These three are large grocery stores, Whole Foods,
    Trader Joe's, and a local market. They're our best bet for practical
    supplies." Her finger traced along the paper. "And there's a medical
    supply store here that might still have inventory."

    "Good." Andy turned to leave, but found himself

    unable to tear his eyes off of Crystal's beautiful, kneeling form. Vivid images
    of her proposition to him the night before flashed in his mind's eye.

    "Crystal, meet me at the sauna downstairs at

    10pm."

    "Tonight, sir?" said Crystal, looking up at him a

    little apprehensively.

    "Yes, it's time for you to fulfill your end of the

    bargain."

    Her gorgeous face broke into a warm and confident smile.

    "Yes, sir. I'm looking forward to it."

    Day 8, Evening

    ";and the whole parade ground has been

    transformed," Sarah explained animatedly, gesturing with her fork. The
    setting sun painted the bay in golden hues behind them as they sat around their
    makeshift dinner table on the roof. "There are all these tents set up, really
    nice ones too, like the expensive outdoor brands. And they've got these
    designated areas for different things, medical station, trading post, even a charging
    station someone rigged up with solar panels. There's cell signal all over
    too"

    "Are they managing to keep order?" Daniela asked,

    focused on the practical aspects.

    "Actually, yes! There's this woman, Meg Lunn, she used

    to lead wilderness expeditions. She's sort of naturally taken charge of
    coordinating everything." Sarah leaned forward enthusiastically. "She
    seems amazing at it." She turned to Andy. "You had quite a discussion
    with her about the future plans, right?"

    Andy set down his fork thoughtfully. "Yeah. She's very

    competent. Politically savvy too, understands the importance of building
    legitimate authority through actual results, not just claiming power for its
    own sake." He glanced around the table. "She's coming by tomorrow
    morning to use our shower and have some coffee. We should make her feel welcome,
    she'll be a valuable ally."

    "What do you mean, ally?" Crystal asked, leaning

    forward with interest.

    "It looks like they might be forming some kind of

    semi-formal council for the Presidio soon," Andy explained. "And Meg
    will certainly be on it."

    The sharp pop of a can opening interrupted them. Andy pulled

    back the lid of his canned pineapple, and Sarah's eyes darted to the sound.
    Their gazes met, and she bit back a grin before she continued.

    "Oh! And Daniela, there's this former Army sergeant,

    Guillermo Herrera, who's really interested in meeting you. He's trying to
    organize some kind of militia, and when Andy mentioned your training, he
    specifically asked about you."

    "And there's Dr. Wilson running the medical

    station," Sarah added. "She's;" she paused, choosing her words
    carefully, "intense, but in a good way? She's starting training classes, I
    signed up for Tuesday! And they've got Diana from the Forest Service organizing
    hunting parties because they know we can't live on scavenged food
    forever."

    "Yeah" noted Andy. "I expect these three to

    end up on the council too. Well Diana maybe, I don't see her playing the
    political game as much, she seems more of a folksy old hunter to me than
    someone who cares about managing a settlement.

    "What about you?" Crystal asked softly.

    Andy smiled slightly. "I'd like to be on it, if all

    goes according to plan. We haven't done much yet, but we made a good impression
    today, bringing medicines, offering help, showing we want to be part of the
    solution." He took another bite of pineapple. "People remember who
    stepped up early."

    Day 8, Night

    Andy slipped into the sauna, where Crystal was waiting for

    him, seated on one of the low benches. She had set up several camping lanterns,
    their soft yellow light casting a warm glow across the room and highlighting
    the curves of her body.

    Crystal wore the same lingerie from the previous night. A

    black lace bra cupped her full tits, pushing them up and creating a deep
    cleavage. The material was semi-transparent, allowing glimpses of her rosy
    nipples beneath. A matching garter belt encircled her narrow waist, the straps
    leading down to sheer black stockings that clung to her long legs. High-cut
    lace panties completed the ensemble, the dark fabric a stark contrast against
    her pale skin.

    Her face was a picture of classic beauty. Large, bright blue

    eyes looked up at him, framed by long lashes. High cheekbones gave her face an
    elegant structure, leading down to full, pouty lips painted a soft pink. Her
    honey-blonde hair fell in soft waves past her shoulders, framing her face
    perfectly.

    "Please sit down, sir," Crystal said softly, her

    voice barely above a whisper. She patted the wooden bench beside her, the
    movement causing her tits to jiggle slightly within their lacy confines.

    As Andy sat, the bench creaked slightly under his weight.

    Crystal immediately shifted closer, her bare thigh pressing against his clothed
    one. Without hesitation, she reached out and began rubbing his crotch through
    his pants. Her delicate fingers traced the outline of his rapidly hardening
    cock.

    "Before we get started," she purred, her breath

    warm against his ear, "I was thinking we could discuss the terms of our
    arrangement." Her hand never stopped its ministrations, applying just
    enough pressure to be tantalizing without providing real relief.

    "The terms?" Andy asked, his voice slightly

    strained. He could feel the heat of her body next to him, smell the light
    floral scent of her perfume.

    "Yes," Crystal nodded, her fingers now tracing

    circles over the bulge in his pants. "Well, for starters, Crystal's body
    is available to you day and night. Its mouth, tits, and pussy are yours."

    As she spoke, her free hand moved to her own tit, cupping it

    through the lace of her bra. The action drew Andy's eyes to her chest, watching
    as she gently squeezed the soft flesh.

    Andy swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure. He

    had expected that they'd maybe hook up a few times, but here this beautiful
    woman was offering herself to him almost as some kind of sex slave. The
    combination of Crystal's words and actions was making it difficult to think
    clearly. "I see," he managed. "For whatever I want?"

    "Yes, sir, more or less," Crystal replied. Her

    hand on his crotch paused, resting on his now fully erect cock. She looked
    directly into his eyes, her gaze intense. "I would just add a few
    restrictions. First, nothing too extreme, please. I don't mind a little
    roughness but nothing that will leave a mark. And nothing to do with excrement,
    or sharing. Crystal's body is yours, not anyone else's."

    Her hand resumed its movement, this time with more pressure.

    Andy could feel the warmth of her palm through the fabric of his pants.

    "That's fine," Andy agreed, his voice rougher than

    he intended. "I'm not into those things either."

    Crystal's face lit up with a smile, her blue eyes sparkling

    in the lantern light. "Crystal's body is grateful to hear that, sir,"
    she said, her voice warm with what seemed like genuine relief.

    Andy's eyes roamed over her body, taking in every curve and

    shadow highlighted by the soft lighting. "I want to see Crystal's
    body," he said, his voice low and commanding.

    "Yes, sir," Crystal responded immediately. Crystal

    stood, her body swaying gently. Her hips moved in slow, hypnotic circles. She
    reached behind her back, fingers working at the clasp of her bra. With a soft
    click, it came undone. She let the straps slide down her arms, the lace falling
    away to reveal her tits.

    Her tits were full and perky, perfectly proportioned C-cups.

    They sat high on her chest, defying gravity. Her nipples were a soft pink,
    already erect in the cool air of the sauna. Crystal cupped her tits, lifting
    them slightly as if presenting them to Andy. She ran her thumbs over her
    nipples, causing them to harden further.

    As she continued her dance, Crystal spoke. "You can

    also decide what clothes Crystal's body has on, if you want to, sir. If there's
    anything you want to add to my current wardrobe we can also go scavenging for
    it." Her hands trailed down her body as she spoke, fingertips tracing the
    curves of her waist and hips.

    Andy watched, unable to look away, as Crystal unhooked her

    garter belt. It fell to the floor with a soft rustle. Her hands moved to her
    panties, thumbs hooking into the waistband. She paused there, teasing.

    "I see," Andy said, a thought occurring to him.

    "What about tattoos or piercings?"

    Crystal stopped her dance, her thumbs still tucked into her

    panties. "Hmm. Never been something I've done myself except my ears,"
    she mused. After a moment, she resumed her movement, slowly sliding the panties
    down her long legs. "I guess I'm open to it, but I'd like the option to
    say no to anything you propose."

    As the panties hit the floor, Andy's eyes were drawn to

    Crystal's newly revealed pussy. It was completely hairless, the skin smooth and
    pale. Her outer lips were plump and light pink, forming a perfect innie. They
    were closed tightly, hiding the deeper pink of her inner folds from view. The
    top of her slit dipped inward slightly, hinting at where her clit was nestled.
    Crystal ran a finger along her slit, the touch causing her to shiver slightly
    and her lips to part just a bit, revealing a glimpse of glistening moisture
    within.

    She then turned slowly, giving Andy a view of her backside.

    Her ass was perfectly round and just the right size, not too big, not too
    small. It was the kind of ass that would look great in tight jeans, fill out a
    bikini bottom perfectly, or catch the eye when naked like now. The cheeks were
    firm and smooth, with a gentle curve leading from her lower back down to her
    thighs. Crystal looked over her shoulder at Andy, a playful smile on her lips.
    She gave her ass a little shake, the flesh jiggling enticingly but quickly
    settling back into its perfect shape.

    Turning back to face him, Crystal's hands roamed her body.

    She cupped her tits again, lifting and squeezing them. One hand trailed down
    her flat stomach to her pussy. She rubbed herself for a moment, her middle
    finger disappearing between her lips. A soft gasp escaped her as she touched
    herself.

    Andy felt his mouth go dry at the sight. His eyes roamed

    Crystal's body, taking in every curve, every smooth expanse of skin. She truly
    was a vision of perfection, her body seeming to glow in the soft light of the
    lanterns.

    Crystal, now fully nude, knelt before Andy. Her tits swayed

    slightly as she moved, nipples erect in the cool air. She reached for his
    pants, slender fingers working at the button and zipper. "And speaking of
    saying no," she added, her voice soft but clear, "Sometimes Crystal's
    body might be a little tired or reluctant, or might just be pretending because
    it's fun. I give you consent to force yourself onto Crystal's body in those
    cases, unless I say a safe word that we decide on."

    Andy nodded, his eyes fixed on Crystal's hands as they freed

    his erection from his underwear. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, warm and
    soft against his skin.

    She leaned forward, her full lips parting. Her tongue, pink

    and wet, flicked out to lick the tip of his cock. Andy inhaled sharply at the
    contact. Crystal's blue eyes looked up at him as she slowly took him into her
    mouth. Her lips stretched around his girth, creating a tight seal.

    The warmth and wetness of her mouth enveloped him. Her

    tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft as she took him deeper. Andy
    felt the back of her throat and Crystal paused, adjusting before taking him
    further. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, creating an intense pressure around
    his cock.

    After several long moments, Crystal pulled back. A thin

    strand of saliva connected her lips to the tip of his cock as she continued
    stroking him with her hand. "In exchange, sir," she said, her voice
    slightly husky, "I ask that you protect me and take care of me. Even if
    I'm useless to your survival otherwise, I'd like you to make sure that I'm fed,
    clothed, and safe. And if circumstances become difficult, I want you to
    prioritize me even over the others in our group."

    "I can do that," Andy agreed, not considering the

    implications, his eyes fixed on the movement of her hand on his shaft.

    "Great," Crystal smiled, her white teeth flashing.

    "Shall we finalize the agreement?"

    She lay back on the floor, her honey-blonde hair fanning out

    around her head. Her tits settled on her chest, still perky despite her
    reclined position. She spread her legs, revealing her hairless pussy, the lips
    slightly parted and glistening with moisture.

    Andy positioned himself between her thighs. The heat

    emanating from her core felt like a tangible force against his skin, drawing
    him closer. He gripped his cock, now throbbing with anticipation, and aligned
    it with her entrance. The visual contrast was striking; the swollen purple-red
    head of his cock against the delicate pink of her outer lips. He rubbed the tip
    along her slit, feeling the slick wetness coat him. Each pass of his cockhead
    against her opening sent electric tingles through his groin. Crystal looked up
    at him, her blue eyes wide and expectant, lips slightly parted, her chest
    rising and falling with quickened breaths.

    Slowly, Andy began to push inside her. There was a moment of

    resistance as her entrance yielded to him; a brief tension where her body
    seemed to hesitate before accepting him. The initial penetration sent a shock
    of pleasure up his spine as the sensitive head of his cock was enveloped in
    wet, silky heat. Her outer lips stretched around his girth, clinging to him as
    he pressed forward. The feeling was indescribable; a combination of warmth,
    wetness, and a gripping pressure that seemed to pull him deeper.

    As he sank further into her, he felt the subtle texture

    changes inside her pussy; the ridged entrance giving way to velvety smoothness,
    then the rippled sensation of her inner walls. Crystal was incredibly wet, her
    arousal making his entry smooth despite her tightness. Her body gripped him
    like a glove tailored perfectly to his dimensions, both yielding and resistant
    at the same time. Each inch he gained rewarded him with new sensations; subtle
    changes in pressure, temperature, and texture that his cockhead registered with
    exquisite sensitivity.

    By the time he was fully sheathed inside her, Andy felt

    almost dizzy with pleasure. The base of his cock was nestled against her outer
    lips, his pubic bone pressing against her clit, and he could feel the subtle
    pulse of her internal muscles adjusting to accommodate him. The wet heat of her
    surrounded him completely, creating a perfect seal that seemed to both trap and
    welcome him. He paused there, savoring the all-encompassing sensation of being
    fully engulfed in her body.

    As they began to move together, Crystal's eyes fluttered

    closed, her head tilting back slightly. "Look at me," Andy whispered,
    his voice rougher than he intended. "Look me in the eyes while you submit
    to me."

    Crystal's eyes snapped open, meeting his gaze with startling

    intensity. Andy could see flecks of green in her blue irises as he thrust into
    her, the color seeming to shift with each movement. Her pupils were dilated
    with arousal, giving her a slightly wild look. Her tits, perfect pale mounds
    topped with hardened pink nipples, bounced with each thrust. The jiggle of her
    flesh was hypnotic, the softness contrasting with the firmness of her erect
    nipples. Andy smiled and leaned down to kiss her, his lips pressing against
    hers, tasting a hint of mint from her earlier tooth-brushing. She smiled back
    when he pulled away, her expression now more relaxed, almost smug.

    Feeling she was a little too at ease, Andy raised his hand

    and brought it down on her tit with a soft smack. The sensation against his
    palm was exquisite; the initial firm resistance of her tit giving way to
    yielding softness. The flesh jiggled at the impact, sending ripples across the
    creamy skin. A pink handprint formed almost immediately, the color blooming
    like a rose against her pale complexion. "Your boobs really are
    amazing," he said, watching them move, fascinated by how they settled back
    into their perfect shape.

    "Thank you, sir," Crystal replied, her voice

    breathy and lower than normal. "They are all yours to play with." The
    vibration of her voice seemed to travel through her body, creating subtle
    sensations that Andy could feel around his embedded cock.

    Andy started with slow, deep strokes. The drag of his cock

    against her inner walls created a friction that sent sparks of pleasure
    radiating outward from his groin. He could feel every ridge and fold of
    Crystal's pussy as he moved; the slight roughness near her entrance, the
    smoother, deeper recesses, the way certain spots seemed to grip him more
    tightly than others. Her inner walls clenched around him rhythmically, creating
    waves of pressure that traveled along his shaft. The contrast between the cool
    air on his exposed shaft when he pulled back and the engulfing heat when he
    pushed forward heightened every sensation. Crystal's breath hitched with each
    thrust, creating little puffs of warmth against his neck as he leaned over her,
    her eyes half-lidded but still locked on his.

    Gradually, he picked up the pace. The sound of skin meeting

    skin filled the room; wet, slapping noises that grew louder as their movements
    became more vigorous. Their heavy breathing and occasional moans created an
    erotic soundtrack that seemed to urge him on. Crystal's tits bounced more
    dramatically with each impact, the flesh quivering with each collision. Beads
    of sweat began to form on her chest, making her skin glisten in the soft light.
    Andy could smell their mingled scents; the clean sweat of exertion mixed with
    the musky, intimate aroma of her arousal. He shifted his angle slightly,
    pushing deeper, and Crystal gasped, her back arching off the floor, presenting
    her tits even more prominently.

    "Oh god, yes," she breathed, her fingers digging

    into his shoulders. The slight pain of her nails biting into his skin only
    heightened his pleasure, adding a sharp counterpoint to the soft wetness
    enveloping his cock.

    Andy maintained this new angle, enjoying the way Crystal's

    face contorted with pleasure; the flutter of her eyelids, the way her nostrils
    flared slightly with each sharp intake of breath, the reddening of her cheeks.
    Her lips, now swollen from their kisses, parted with soft moans that escaped
    with each thrust. He could feel a spot inside her that seemed particularly
    sensitive, a slightly rougher area that made her inner muscles clamp down
    harder when he dragged his cockhead across it. He leaned down to kiss her, his
    tongue pushing into her mouth, tasting the sweetness within. Crystal responded
    eagerly, her tongue sliding against his, her breath hot and quick against his
    face.

    After a while, Andy slowed his pace again, opting for long,

    deep strokes that made Crystal whimper. The change in rhythm allowed him to
    feel every minute detail of her pussy; the way she tightened around the ridge
    of his cockhead each time he pulled back, almost as if trying to prevent his
    withdrawal, the subtle spasms of her deeper muscles when he pushed all the way
    in. The inside of her was impossibly soft yet gripping, wet but not sloppy, hot
    enough to make him feel like he was melting into her. Crystal's hips began to
    move in counter to his thrusts, the slight rotation of her pelvis taking him
    even deeper and changing the pressure points inside her.

    "More," Crystal pleaded, her voice breathy and

    ragged at the edges. "Harder, sir. Please." Tiny beads of sweat had
    formed along her hairline, making the tendrils of blonde hair there stick to
    her skin.

    Andy obliged, gradually increasing his speed and force. The

    physical impact of their bodies meeting created vibrations that traveled
    through both of them. He could feel the trembling in her thighs as they wrapped
    around him, the quivering of her stomach muscles with each thrust. Crystal's
    moans grew louder, higher pitched, almost desperate. Her face flushed a deep
    pink that spread down her neck to her chest, a visible sign of her arousal. Her
    eyes were wide now, the blue almost swallowed by the black of her dilated
    pupils, filled with a mixture of pain and ecstasy. The sight of her beneath him;
    this perfectly beautiful woman coming undone through his actions; was almost as
    intoxicating as the physical sensations.

    "Yes, yes," she cried out, her voice strained and

    cracking. "Don't stop, sir. Use Crystal's body." Her internal muscles
    were beginning to contract in irregular patterns; little fluttering pulses that
    signaled her approaching climax.

    The pace became frantic. Andy pounded into Crystal, the

    force of his thrusts shifting her body slightly on the floor. The impact
    created a percussive rhythm, punctuated by Crystal's cries. Despite the
    intensity, she continued to encourage him, her legs wrapped tightly around his
    waist, heels digging into his lower back. The pressure drove him even deeper,
    allowing him to feel parts of her that had been unreachable before. The
    tightness at the very depths of her created an intense pressure around the head
    of his cock that was almost overwhelming.

    Andy felt pressure building at the base of his spine, a

    familiar tightening that signaled his approaching orgasm. His balls drew up
    closer to his body, heaviness and tension building within them. The muscles in
    his thighs and ass tensed as he fought to maintain the rhythm that was bringing
    them both pleasure. "I'm gonna cum," he managed to gasp out, the
    words coming between labored breaths.

    "Yes, cum inside Crystal's pussy, sir," she urged,

    her voice shaky but insistent. A fine sheen of sweat now covered her body,
    making her skin slick under his hands. Her ankles locked behind his back,
    pulling him even deeper, the pressure almost painful in its intensity.
    "Make your ownership official." Her inner walls were contracting more
    consistently now, rippling along his length in waves that seemed designed to
    extract his seed.

    With a few final, powerful thrusts, Andy reached his climax.

    The sensation started as a tightening at the base of his spine, then exploded
    outward through his groin. His cock pulsed inside her, each contraction sending
    jets of hot semen deep into her pussy. The release was overwhelming; waves of
    pleasure radiating from his core throughout his entire body. Each spurt was
    accompanied by an intense contraction that made the head of his cock almost
    painfully sensitive as it pushed against her innermost depths.

    Crystal shuddered at the sensation of warmth flooding her,

    her body responding to the physical and psychological impact of his release.
    Her own pussy clenched down rhythmically, the internal muscles contracting in
    powerful waves that milked his cock, squeezing and releasing in a primal effort
    to draw every drop from him. Andy could feel the subtle temperature change as
    his warm semen mixed with her natural wetness, creating a slick, silky
    environment that continued to caress him even as his thrusts slowed and
    eventually stopped.

    The intensity left Andy breathless. He collapsed onto

    Crystal, feeling the softness of her tits against his chest, her rapid
    heartbeat matching his own. Crystal's body trembled beneath him, aftershocks of
    pleasure running through her as her pussy continued to grip him tightly.

    As the waves of pleasure washed over them both, Crystal's

    arms wrapped around Andy, holding him close. Her breath came in short gasps
    against his ear, her body still quivering slightly from the intensity of their
    coupling.

    Andy and Crystal lay together for a few moments, their

    bodies intertwined. Andy could feel the warmth of Crystal's pussy still
    enveloping him, her inner walls occasionally twitching around his softening
    cock. He savored the sensation of being sheathed inside her, feeling the
    connection between them.

    Slowly, Andy began to pull out. The movement sent shivers

    through both of them, the friction of his cock sliding against her sensitive
    walls creating an agonizingly pleasurable sensation. As the head of his cock
    finally slipped free, a small trickle of their combined fluids followed.

    Crystal remained on her back, her legs spread, watching Andy

    with half-lidded eyes. Her submissive posture, coupled with the sight of his
    cum slowly leaking from her pink, swollen pussy, stirred something primal
    within Andy.

    "Get on your knees," he commanded, his voice low

    and authoritative as he stood up.

    Crystal complied, moving a bit unsteadily. She gripped

    Andy's leg to steady herself, her small hand warm against his skin. Once on her
    knees, she looked up at him expectantly, her blue eyes wide and eager. She
    began to lean forward, her full lips parting slightly as if to take his cock
    into her mouth.

    Before she could, Andy's hand shot out, gripping the back of

    her head firmly. With his other hand, he took hold of his cock, still wet and
    glistening with their combined juices. Without warning, he began to rub it
    across Crystal's face.

    Crystal let out a surprised yelp that quickly turned into a

    moan of pleasure. Andy started at her left cheek, dragging his cock across her
    soft skin. He could feel the delicate curve of her cheekbone, the slight bump
    of her nose, the plumpness of her lips as he moved to her right cheek.

    The degrading act clearly aroused Crystal. Her eyes

    fluttered closed, and she leaned into Andy's touch, savoring the feeling of his
    cock smearing their juices across her face. Andy enjoyed the varying sensations,
    the smoothness of her cheeks, the slight resistance of her nose, the wetness of
    her parted lips as he passed over them.

    Getting more into it, Crystal opened her eyes, locking her

    gaze with Andy's. Her face was now a mess, shiny with their combined fluids.
    She reached down between her legs, gathering some of the cum that had leaked
    out of her. Bringing her hand to her mouth, she licked her fingers clean,
    swallowing with a satisfied smile.

    Unprompted, Crystal moved her face forward. Her features

    were now coated with a sheen of their juices, her mascara slightly smudged,
    giving her a debauched look. She slid Andy's cock up her face until she reached
    the junction where his shaft met his balls.

    Crystal began to lick at this spot eagerly, her tongue warm

    and wet against Andy's sensitive skin. A good amount of their combined fluids
    had collected here, and she lapped it up hungrily. As she worked, some of the
    mixture smeared onto her nose, adding to the mess on her face.

    Her hand came up to gently caress Andy's balls. They were

    slightly swollen and tender from his intense orgasm, and her soft touch sent
    conflicting sensations of pleasure and soreness through him. Crystal seemed to
    sense this, her ministrations becoming even gentler as she continued to clean
    him with her tongue.

    Finally, Crystal pulled back, her chest rising and falling

    with deep breaths. Her face was flushed, a mixture of exertion and arousal
    coloring her cheeks. "Wow, sir," she said, her voice slightly hoarse.
    "I had a feeling you were dominant but I didn't realize you'd be this
    dominant." She looked up at him, her blue eyes wide and sparkling.
    "Sit down and I'll clean us off now?"

    Andy sat on the wooden bench, the warm surface a contrast to

    his cooling skin. Crystal scooted forward on her knees, the movement causing
    her tits to sway gently.

    "Seems like you didn't mind," Andy observed,

    watching her intently.

    Crystal began her cleanup, using a delicate finger to

    collect the mixture of their fluids from her face. She slipped the finger into
    her mouth, her full lips wrapping around it as she sucked it clean. "Yes,
    I'm technically a switch but," she paused, savoring the taste before
    swallowing. Her tongue darted out to catch a stray drop at the corner of her
    mouth. "I'm happy to suppress my dominant side, if that's what you
    want."

    She looked at her hand, still glistening with their combined

    juices. "Man, you really made a mess out of me, huh?"

    "You look beautiful," Andy said, his eyes roaming

    over her face, taking in the sight of her disheveled hair and the remnants of
    their activities still visible on her skin.

    Crystal made a playful face, wrinkling her nose slightly,

    before leaning forward to clean Andy's now limp cock with her mouth. She worked
    carefully, her warm tongue laving over his sensitive skin. She took him fully
    into her mouth, her lips meeting the base of his shaft, before slowly pulling
    back. As she did, she sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. Her
    tongue swirled around the head of his cock in a way that made Andy's legs
    twitch involuntarily with pleasure.

    "Ok, all done," Crystal announced, sitting back on

    her heels and looking up at Andy expectantly.

    Andy's eyes dropped to the floor beneath Crystal.

    "Actually, I think you missed a spot there," he said, pointing to a
    small pool of cum that had dripped from her pussy and collected on the wooden
    planks.

    Crystal's gaze followed his finger. "Ah yes, thank you

    sir," she said, her tone one of exaggerated gratitude. She lowered her
    face to the floor, her ass rising in the air as she extended her tongue.
    Delicately, she licked his cum from the wood, her pink tongue contrasting
    sharply with the dark surface.

    She then turned back to Andy, opening her mouth to display

    the pearly fluid on her tongue. With a flirty wink, she closed her mouth and
    swallowed, her throat visibly moving as she did so. "Delicious," she
    said cheerfully, licking her lips.

    "You're really up for almost anything, huh?" Andy

    asked, a mix of admiration and curiosity in his voice.

    Crystal nodded, her expression becoming more serious.

    "Yes, well, I told you the things I don't want you to make me do. Outside
    of that," she paused, reaching out to stroke Andy's cock affectionately,
    her touch light and gentle on his oversensitive skin, "the way I see it,
    the better I please you, the more likely you are to protect me and take care of
    me." Her hand continued its gentle ministrations as she spoke. "If
    that means having to endure a bit of degradation and cum-play, that's fine."

    "Endure, huh?" Andy asked, raising an eyebrow.

    "So you're saying you don't actually enjoy it?"

    Crystal's demeanor shifted subtly. Her eyes widened slightly

    and her posture became more exaggerated; back arched to push out her tits,
    shoulders pulled back, head tilted submissively. Her lips formed a perfect pout
    as she spoke.

    "Oh no, sir! Crystal's body loves whatever you do to

    it," she cooed, her voice taking on a breathy, high-pitched quality that
    hadn't been present before. Her hand on his cock moved in an overly theatrical
    manner, her wrist twisting with unnecessary flourish. "Every drop of your
    cum is like nectar from the gods. Crystal's body was made to be your perfect
    little fuck-toy."

    The performance was skillful but noticeably artificial; like

    watching an actress play the role of "submissive girl" rather than
    genuine submission.

    Andy laughed, shaking his head. "No seriously, I'm

    asking because I want to know." He reached out to brush a strand of hair
    from her face, tucking it gently behind her ear. His thumb lingered for a
    moment, wiping away a smear of fluid from her cheekbone.

    Crystal's posture relaxed at his touch, the exaggerated

    submissiveness falling away. Her voice returned to its normal register as she
    looked up at him with curiosity. "Why?" she asked, her hand stilling
    on his cock.

    "Well, one because I do want this to be enjoyable for

    you too," Andy explained, his expression sincere. He leaned forward,
    elbows resting on his knees to bring his face closer to hers. "And, well,
    making you do things you don't really want to do and watching you put up with
    them for my sake is kind of hot."

    Crystal's eyes widened slightly at his admission. Her lips

    parted as she considered his words, then curved into a small, understanding
    smile. "I see. In that case I will be totally honest."

    She sat back on her heels, thoughtful. While she

    contemplated, her fingers resumed their gentle exploration of his genitals,
    this time moving lower to massage his balls with feather-light touches. The
    casual intimacy of the gesture contrasted with her serious expression.

    "I mean, it depends on what exactly but overall it was

    fine," she said finally. Her eyes unfocused slightly as she mentally
    reviewed their encounter. "Stripping, blowing you, getting railed, all
    hot. Loved it when you made me look you in the eyes and when you came inside of
    me."

    As she spoke, her cheeks flushed slightly, either from the

    memory or from her continued nakedness in the warm sauna room. The lantern
    light caught the sheen of sweat on her collarbone.

    "Yes about that," Andy said, suddenly serious. He

    shifted on the wooden bench, the slats creaking beneath him. "You're on
    some kind of birth control I assume?"

    Crystal's hand froze momentarily. She looked up at him with

    wide eyes, her expression solemn. "Umm, no, but I'm a big believer in the
    power of prayer."

    "What??" Andy jerked upright, alarm clear on his

    face.

    Crystal's serious expression cracked, a mischievous grin

    spreading across her face. She giggled, the sound light and playful as she gave
    his balls a gentle squeeze. "Got you. No, I'm on an I U D."

    Andy exhaled with relief, his shoulders visibly relaxing. He

    laughed, running a hand through his short hair. "You got me. Wouldn't be a
    great time to have kids right now."

    "No," Crystal agreed, shifting her position. Her

    knees had begun to redden from pressing against the hard wooden floor. She
    leaned forward to rest her cheek against Andy's thigh, her breath warm against
    his skin as she spoke. "Anyway." She paused, her fingers tracing idle
    patterns on the inside of his thigh. "Ok, rubbing your cock on my face
    after was objectively disgusting but also super-hot. I don't know, something
    about the dominance, and the juices, and doing it to my face. And--"

    Andy raised his hand to stop her, his fingers nearly

    touching her lips. "Hold on, I'm curious. Where do you think that comes
    from?"

    Crystal tilted her head, her expression quizzical. She

    absently licked her lips, tasting the faint saltiness that still lingered
    there. "You mean why do I find it hot?"

    "Yeah," Andy nodded, his gaze intent on her face.

    "Umm, well." Crystal's eyes dropped to his cock,

    which she began to stroke again with slow, contemplative movements. Her thumb
    occasionally circled the sensitive head, making Andy twitch. "In some ways
    it's like you're marking me as yours when you do that, and like, all of our
    juices remind me of how hot our sex was and that you just came inside of
    me."

    She looked up, making eye contact as her hand continued its

    ministrations. "And then I guess there's an aspect of like, I know that
    most girls won't let you do this to them, so when you do this to me I'm giving
    you a special treat that should make you want to keep me around?" Her
    voice lilted upward, making it a question. "Maybe. I don't know. It's just
    hot, ok?"

    Her cheeks had reddened during her explanation, but she

    maintained eye contact, her blue eyes clear and honest.

    "Duly noted," Andy said with a small smile, his

    hand moving to stroke her hair appreciatively. His fingers combed through the
    blonde strands, working out small tangles as he went. "And the cum-play
    stuff?"

    Crystal shrugged, her bare shoulders rising and falling

    gracefully. The movement made her tits sway slightly. "Eh, that was ok.
    I'm not super into it." She leaned forward suddenly, her pink tongue
    darting out to give his cock a quick, gentle lick before continuing. "I
    guess there's something kind of hot again about you ordering me to eat it off
    the floor, just because that's so, like, dirty, and it can be fun to act a
    little depraved." She wrinkled her nose slightly. "The taste isn't
    great, to be honest, sir."

    Andy laughed, the sound echoing slightly in the wooden

    sauna. His hand still played with her hair, twirling a strand around his
    finger. "Could have fooled me! Sorry about that, yeah I'm planning to try
    to eat more fruit."

    Crystal beamed up at him, her smile bright and genuine. She

    leaned forward to nuzzle against his softening cock affectionately, her lips
    brushing against it as she spoke. "Thank you sir, your little cum-slut
    would really appreciate that."

    A pause filled the room, broken only by their breathing and

    the occasional creak of the wooden bench as Andy shifted his weight. The
    lantern light flickered slightly, casting moving shadows across Crystal's naked
    form.

    "You know," Andy admitted, his voice lower, more

    intimate, "I think it's kind of hot both ways, both pretending to enjoy it
    and if you show me that you don't like it but you're doing it anyway for my
    benefit. Feel free to mix it up sometimes."

    Crystal lifted her head from his thigh, her blue eyes

    meeting his. "Yes sir," she said simply, her voice warm and sincere.
    Her hand gave his cock one final, gentle squeeze before releasing it.

    She glanced up at him, tucking a strand of honey-blonde hair

    behind her ear. "Is that all, sir?"

    "Yes," Andy nodded, giving her an appreciative

    smile. "Thank you." He hesitated for a moment, then added,
    "Would you like to go upstairs and cuddle in my room? Sleep together
    tonight?" His tone softened, becoming less commanding. "Not an order,
    just if you want to."

    Crystal considered his offer, her expression thoughtful. She

    ran her hands along her bare thighs, as if suddenly aware of her nakedness in
    the cooling sauna. After a moment, her face brightened with a genuine smile.

    "Yes, I'd really appreciate that," she replied,

    the relief in her voice subtle but unmistakable.

    Based on a post by the

    hospital, for Literotica.

    47 min

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