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Alice Unbound

By: lgreenwood



Introduction The House

The red Oldsmobile turned off the tree-lined, two-lane black-topped road and into the narrow driveway. Alice Dupree turned the wheel of her yellow Miata to follow the real estate agent up the drive as it wound through the woods. After 300 feet, the woods gave way to a clearing revealing a well-kept blue two-story house and Lake Michigan beyond. The agent parked her car on the circular drive and got out. Alice turned off her car and followed suit.

"Like I said, you're very fortunate. This house became available only this morning," said the agent, looking around. "It's fully furnished. The rent is $2000 a week or you can lease it for $7000 a month with a minimum of three months. Trash collection and lawn care are included. If you lease it, you'll have to switch the utilities to your name."

The agent continued talking terms but Alice had stopped listening. Her mind was drawn to the vast expanse of sparkling blue water stretching to the horizon. A stiff breeze blew off the lake carrying with it the crash of the waves breaking on the golden sand beach. The agent's voice finally recaptured her attention.

"The house was built in the '40s but has been updated over the last ten years, and has central air," the agent continued. "But, out here, you only need air conditioning a few weeks a year, mostly to handle the humidity. Have you noticed that it's much cooler here than in town?"

Alice nodded. The early August sun had been unbearable standing on the sidewalk outside the agent's office. Here it felt about ten degrees cooler as tall trees shaded the house and the lawn around it. Everything was lush and green.

"Can I look around inside?" asked Alice.

The entry led into a great room with a wall of windows overlooking the lake and a sunroom off on the left. To the left of the foyer was a formal dining room with a kitchen beyond it, and to the right the hallway led to two bedrooms and two bathrooms. What impressed Alice most was that the house was laid out in such a way that every room except the bathrooms had an excellent view of the lake. The second floor was one large room with a bathroom but only had small windows that offered a limited view. The agent explained that the previous owner had rented out the upstairs as an apartment. 

The agent led her through the kitchen pointing out the cherry cabinets and granite countertops and walked out onto a low wood deck. A patio next to the deck had a small table and a set of chairs. A hammock was set up under some trees near the edge of the grass before it dropped down to the water. The property jutted out on a bluff fifty feet above the lake and the deck had views of the water to the south and to the west. Alice stepped onto the back lawn to wander. Thin lines of trees partially obscured the neighboring houses on each side and offered some privacy.

The agent stayed on the deck enjoying the view. She didn't need to do anything; the house would sell itself. She wondered about Alice Dupree. How did a pretty, blond-haired, blue-eyed girl in her mid-20s have the money to afford such a place? Well, she decided, she'll find out soon enough. In a small town like Neuwunder it wouldn't take her long to learn Alice's story.

Alice walked back to the agent, her hands in the back pockets of her jeans.

"I'd like to lease it," she said finally.

The agent looked down at her and gave her a broad smile. "Let's go sign the papers."

Chapter 1 The Writer

She awoke to a light filled room. Opening her eyes, she could see the lake through the west window of her bedroom, the breeze off the water kissed her face. She'd decided to sleep with the blinds open since the neighborsí houses didn't have a clear view into her room. Besides, she enjoyed watching the stars as she drifted off to sleep. Out here, the light pollution was minimal so she had an unspoiled view of the western sky.

It had only taken one car trip to move all of her belongings in. Everything she owned was contained in a set of matching luggage. She had other things besides her clothes and personal items, but those were things her cheating, bastard of an ex-husband had bought her and she didn't want them now. The only thing she was sorry she left behind were several boxes of books. No matter, though - the second bedroom had shelves lined with books, many of them non-fiction. 

By her third day, Alice had already settled into a routine. After washing up, she'd dress and eat breakfast on the patio while reading. Afterwards, she would take a walk along the beach followed by more reading, then lunch. In the afternoon she would go down to the beach, soak up some sun and take a swim. A nap in the hammock would round out her afternoon. She still had not met any neighbors but that was fine with her - the solitude gave her time to think. 

This morning she had just started a book on eastern philosophy when movement from next door caught her eye. Her neighbor to the south had emerged from his house and was walking across his lawn, heading for stairs that descended to the beach. He was about six feet tall, with sandy brown hair and a lean build. He carried what looked like a thick notebook in his hand and started down the stairs. He stopped at a large deck built into the hill about a third of the way down and cranked open a large sun umbrella. He sat at a wooden table, opened the notebook and looked out at the water, not moving for several minutes. Then he picked up a pen, bent over the paper and started writing.

She returned her attention to her book. A half hour later, she was descending the narrow stairs down to the beach for her walk. She headed south, walking barefoot on the packed, wet sand, her eyes on the beach in front of her or looking out over the water. Since it was the middle of the week, she encountered very few people. When she returned an hour later she noticed her neighbor was still bent over his writing.

She went inside to get a drink and noticed for the first time a pair of binoculars sitting on the counter. She picked them up and looked out the kitchen windows, scanning the lake, pausing on the occasional sailboat, working her way south. When sand came into view she lowered the glasses. From her vantage point she could see her neighbor's deck and she brought the binoculars up to her eyes to get a closer look.

His brow was furrowed in concentration as he wrote. His pen stopped moving and he looked up at the lake. He had a handsome close-shaven face, with blue or possibly green eyes and appeared to be in his mid to upper 30s. A small smile played across his lips and he bent back over the page, writing again. Soon the pen stopped and he set it down, leaning back. The smile was still on his face as he studied the lake. His head turned and it appeared he was looking right at Alice.

She brought the binoculars down suddenly, feeling embarrassed. She was unsure if he could see into the darkened house. His head kept turning until he was looking up at his own house. He stood and stretched, gathered his things and walked up the steps, across his lawn and into his home. He gave no indication if he had seen Alice watching him.

Later that day Alice drove into town to do some grocery shopping. As she wandered the aisles filling her cart she became aware of the manager watching her closely. Her 5'8" 126 lbs body with 34C breasts had always caught the eye of most men. At the check out the manager personally bagged her groceries, offering to carry them to her car. A man held the door for her as she walked out and as they passed, she noticed it was her neighbor.

Her eyes locked on his pale blue eyes momentarily and he gave her a slight nod and a small smile as she passed. The manager stowed the groceries in her trunk, beads of sweat standing out on his round, red face. Alice thanked him, placing her hand on his arm and his face turned redder. He held the car door for her as she got in and stood in the parking lot, watching as she drove off. Alice's mind was not on the manager, though. She was thinking about the neighbor and how good looking he was.

Easy there, girl. You just got out of a bad relationship and you don't need to rush into another one. You can dream, though.

A short while later Alice was sitting in a plastic lawn chair, looking at the water, and slowly sipping a glass of red wine, reflecting on the last six months. Her life had been turned upside down when she caught her husband in bed with an assistant, and her subsequent discovery that he had over a dozen affairs in their six years of marriage. The worse part about it is she blamed herself, initially. She had married young, when she was 20, and although her husband was 40 when they met, she was instantly physically attracted to him, and should have known other women, young and old, would be drawn to him sexually, too. 

Alice thought their sex life was average, no better or no worse than anyone else's. It had very little variety - her husband preferred to be on top and liked Alice to perform oral sex on him, but he didn't like to come in her mouth, which was a shame since she liked the taste of semen. He never went down on her, which was also a shame as she enjoyed that, too. Whenever Alice tried to spice things up he'd get angry, resentful that she wasn't satisfied with his efforts. Alice suspected that he had a very prudish upbringing and couldn't overcome the mental obstacles to truly enjoy sex, and therefore, couldn't branch out and try new things with her. As it turned out, she was wrong.

His affairs were easily discovered in the end and much to Alice's surprise, he was a wild man with the other women. They were doing things that Alice wanted to do, some of which she had tried with her husband but was rebuffed. This hurt her deeply and made her angry that she wasted six years of her sexual prime with him, and she vowed that her next relationship would be more experimental. Her lawyer advised her to press for half of his estate as she was entitled to under the law, but she knew her husband would stubbornly refuse to give her that much and would rather spend a fortune on his team of lawyers than pay what's owed to her. In the end they agreed he would pay her one third of his estate, a sizable enough sum such that Alice wouldn't have to worry about money for quite awhile and maybe never if she watched her money closely.

After the settlement, Alice stayed with a friend while looking for a new place. Eager to put the whole episode behind her, she decided to leave the Detroit area and head west. Her friend told her about the beauty of Lake Michigan so Alice decided to do some exploring. About 30 miles north of Muskegon she stopped in a quaint little town located on a small bay of the lake. On a whim she walked into the first real estate office she saw and inquired about beach rental properties. After telling the agent that she wanted a place that was secluded, that wasn't near a public beach, and that she didn't have a price range, the agent's eyes lit up. This was the first place the agent showed her and, since it was five miles north of town with a wonderful view, it was the only place Alice needed to see.

A tanker, several miles offshore, came into view, the long red ship moving steadily to the south. Alice picked up the binoculars for a closer look and was surprised by the sheer size of the vessel, its superstructure towering many stories above the water's surface. It was too far away for her to hear so it glided silently by. Seagulls cried overhead as they searched for food. The late afternoon sun baked the beach, warming the breeze. 

As the light faded, stars slowly emerged from the sky. The wind had died down and the lake was calm and inky black. After dinner, Alice sat in the same chair watching the stars as a freighter near the horizon headed north. The only sound was the gentle lapping of the water on the shore and the song of tree frogs and crickets from the woods. It was dark on the lawn, as Alice had turned off all of the lights in the house to better see the stars.

The sound of a patio door sliding open made her turn towards her neighbor's house 150 feet away; he walked onto his deck and proceeded to fold back the cover on a hot tub. She heard the spa motors turn on and he went back inside. The door opened again a few minutes later and he emerged. As he turned to close the door, his body was silhouetted by a light from far inside his house - he appeared to be naked. He set a towel on the deck, climbed the steps to the hot tub and sat in a far corner hidden by a small privacy fence.

Alice turned back to the stars but kept thinking of him and of the possibility he was naked. A phone rang and she turned in her seat to watch. The man switched on a light in the spa and found the cordless phone sitting on the top step. The binoculars sat on the low table next to her chair. She quietly picked them up and trained them on her neighbor. He was speaking into the phone but she couldn't make out any words. The call ended and he stood up abruptly, revealing he was naked. His cock, framed by dark pubic hair, hung down several inches as he stepped out and began toweling off. Alice continued watching, mesmerized, as he replaced the cover and walked into the house, the towel slung casually over his shoulder. She waited a long time before quietly sneaking into her house.

Chapter 2 The Hot Tub

Alice tossed and turned, the image of his naked body burned into her mind. The full moon was to the southwest, bathing everything in a pale, ghostly light. She rose and went to the kitchen for a drink. Through the window over the sink she could see her neighbor's deck in the moonlight and saw the cover was off the hot tub. She went to the sliding glass door, unlocked it and quietly slid it open. Stepping onto her deck, she could hear the faint hum of the pumps but could not see if anyone was in the tub as most of it was in shadows.

Unable to stop herself, she slowly walked toward her neighbor's house, the cool, dewy grass wetting her feet. At fifty feet away she still couldn't see if anyone was in the spa as the far corners were hidden in shadows. At ten feet away, the hot tub light snapped on and she froze. 

"Sometimes I can't sleep and I find this helps," he said. "Care to join me?"

Nodding, Alice stepped onto the deck, pulling her nightshirt over her head. She let it fall at her feet and slid her panties down and stepped out of them. He watched her as she climbed in, the hot water a shock to her cold feet. She paused to give her feet and legs time to adjust to the temperature, standing completely naked in front of the stranger. He offered her his hand which she accepted and slowly she lowered her body into the bubbly water.

"Can we turn off the light?" she asked. "I like to look at the stars."

His hand reached for the control panel and pushed a button, extinguishing the light. She sat back on the same side of the tub as the writer and they both watched the lake and the stars. The bubbles caressed all over her body, making her nipples erect. She turned her face towards him and he moved next to her, his fingers caressing her shoulder. Her head tilted back as he leaned in for a kiss, his lips soft and warm on hers. Her mouth opened and she slid her tongue into his mouth. They kissed for several minutes, her hand in his hair cradling his head, his hand roaming across her back before moving to her chest.

His hand squeezed her breast, his fingers lightly playing across her nipple. She kissed him harder, her hand moving down his body, exploring. She gripped his hard cock, her thumb rubbing the tip, and pulled him to his feet. He leaned on the edge of the tub, his feet in the water and she moved between his legs. She kissed his flat stomach, working downward. His cock was long and beautiful, she saw, about seven inches in length and a nice thickness. She kissed up one side and down the other, her lust growing. She hadn't had a cock in her mouth in more than seven months and she was hungry.

Alice kissed the head, swirling her tongue around the tip before taking him in her mouth, as deeply as she could before rising. Her head bobbed slowly as he put a hand on her head, guiding her. Her hand and mouth worked as one, pumping his cock. She wanted him to explode in her mouth; she wanted to taste his cum. She moved faster until he stopped her, lifted her face to his and kissed her. Their tongues mingled as he maneuvered her around so her back was to the wall.

She sat on the edge as knelt before her, kissing his way up her inner thighs until his lips found her pussy. His tongue parted her labia, tasting her nectar, licking in long, slow strokes. Her hands on his head encouraged him and his pace quickened. His tongue danced over her clit making her gasp. Her gasps turned to moans as he continued licking, his tongue moving at an incredible speed. Soon she was panting, edging closer and closer to an orgasm until her body shuddered and her thighs clamped around his head as she came.

He stood up and guided her to the other side so that she was facing the lake. His hands bent her over at the waist as she gripped the side of the tub. He moved behind her, his hands running over her ass and down between her legs. She felt the head of his cock press against her pussy and reached down, spreading her labia for him. He slowly entered her, pushing in until his thighs pressed against her ass. He pulled out and pushed back in, achingly slow, over and over. Alice was crazed with lust and wanted to be fucked, now, hard and long by this stranger.

She rocked her hips as he pressed into her; his hands grabbed her waist and he started pumping his cock. She moaned with pleasure as he fucked her from behind, their skin slapping together in the water. The bubbles from the hot tub kissed her clit, exciting her even more. She moved her hand between her legs and fingered her clit until she came again and again while he pounded her. His thrusting stopped and his body stiffened as he cried out, filling her pussy with his seed. 

He slowly pulled out and sat down on one of the seats in the water. Alice turned around and sat down on him, straddling his lap, kissing him for a long time before she spoke.

"We haven't been properly introduced. I'm Alice, Alice Dupree."

"Hi, Alice," he said softly. "I'm -

Chapter 3 The Gardener

Alice opened her eyes and groaned, finding herself in her bed, daylight streaming through the open window. Her nightshirt was twisted all around her and she struggled to sit up. She looked at the clock - it was just before 8AM. The dream was starting to fade and she concentrated hard to remember. What was his name? She couldn't recall. Shaking her head she stood up and looked out the window. The unspoiled view put her in a good mood. Her panties were damp in the crotch, she noticed. 

Why do I wear clothes to bed? There's no one out here that can see me. 

She pulled off her shirt and let it drop on the bed before pushing her panties off, kicking them into the laundry basket. She walked to the bathroom and examined her body in the mirror for several minutes, pleased with its shape. She had lost weight during the divorce proceedings, taking her anger out by exercising obsessively and was now down to what she weighed when she was 18. The difference was that now her muscles were well toned, including her abdominals. In the shower she washed slowly, her mind trying to cling to the fragments of her dream. She dried off, hung up her towel and walked naked through the house to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of orange juice. A lawn mower droned in the distance.

She looked out the windows. The wind was stronger this morning and the waves on the lake were three or four feet in height, and she could hear them thunder as they crashed on the beach. It was already warm, foretelling of the hot day ahead. Turning towards her neighbor's, she saw he was busy writing on his hillside deck. Reminded of her dream, her hand played over her stomach, softly stroking. She looked around for the binoculars but couldn't find them. Looking out at where she sat last night, she saw them. She had wanted to watch him again, study him as he wrote.


Alice Unbound



Feeling horny and a little frustrated, she walked to the bedroom. The lawnmower was louder now. Entering the room, she stopped to look at her body in the full-length mirror.  Tan lines were beginning to show on her pale skin and she decided she should wear her bikini instead of her one-piece swimsuit. She turned to dress and stopped short - a man was mowing the lawn outside her room, moving away from her.

He was tall, about 6'4" with a mop of black hair, his skin bronzed. He was shirtless, exposing his broad shoulders and muscular back, his skin glistening with sweat in the early morning heat. His ass looked taut and athletic in his black shorts, the muscles standing out on his legs. He finished the end of a row and turned around, heading for the house. The muscles on his chest and abdomen were clearly defined as if he had been sculpted by an ancient Roman. His face looked chiseled, his eyes dark, his features Latino. Those dark eyes looked up from his work and locked onto hers as he mowed, getting closer.

She stood rooted to the spot unable or unwilling to move. His eyes roamed over her body and back up to her face. He smiled and nodded before turning around and starting another row. The spell was broken and Alice grabbed some clothes and dashed to the bathroom to dress. She decided to stay inside until he was finished, feeling self-conscious that he had seen her naked. A short while later, the mower turned off and she could hear him pushing it around to the front of the house.

Alice watched from the dining room as he loaded the mower in the back of his truck, his muscles glistening with sweat. He pulled a large jug of water out of the truck and took a long drink before pouring the rest over his head, cooling himself off. She watched the water cascade down his chest and over his abdomen down to his shorts, seemingly in slow motion. Her crotch felt hot and damp. He picked up a towel and dried off, then slipped on a clean white t-shirt. He got in and started the truck, turning up the circular drive to leave but then stopped.

Her neighbor walked up to the passenger window and talked with the gardener for several minutes before waving goodbye and walking away. The truck drove up the driveway and out of sight. Alice wondered what they talked about. Did the handsome gardener tell the writer he saw her naked? Probably not, but she wasn't sure.

A week later, he was back. He had finished the lawn and was pulling weeds from the flowerbeds. Alice was reading in a lounge chair wearing her white string bikini, her chair positioned at just the right angle to watch him work. Sunglasses hid her eyes as she pretended to read.

She hadn't planned this scenario - he had arrived while she was down at the beach and she had just returned as he finished the backyard and moved on to the front. Alice fought the urge to go inside and go from room to room just to watch him. Instead, she picked up her book and settled in a chair in a shady spot on the back lawn. A short while later, he reappeared carrying a large white bucket. He knelt down in her line of sight 25 feet away and began pulling weeds, dropping them in the bucket. Alice lost all interest in her book.

He finished and carried the bucket around to the front of the house. When he returned a few minutes later, he had rinsed off, put on his shirt and was carrying his large water jug.

"Excuse me, Miss?" he said, his voice heavily accented. "Can I refill my water?"

Her heart skipped a beat. "Sure," said Alice, rising. "Follow me," and led him inside.

In the kitchen he filled his jug in the sink, screwed the top on tight and turned around. The musk of his sweat filled her nostrils, acting like an aphrodisiac. Desire overcame caution and she stepped closer to him - he did not step back. She ran her hands over his chest, tracing his muscles and pressed up against him. His arms wrapped around her body as she leaned her head back; his head bent down and their lips met. She sucked on his tongue as it slid into her mouth, his hands roaming over her back. The kiss broke and she led him by the hand to her bedroom.

They stopped next to the bed and kissed again as he pulled the strings on her bikini top, causing it to fall away. She tugged at his tight t-shirt, lifting it up and he pulled it off. She kissed his chest tasting the saltiness of his sweat - his smell was intoxicating. He tugged at her bikini bottoms, untying them and they dropped at her feet. His hard cock pressed into her belly - she wanted him and pulled at his shorts. He stepped out of them, revealing the biggest cock Alice had ever seen.

It was massive, more than ten inches long and extremely thick. She doubted if it would fit in her anywhere, but she had to try, she had to have it. Pushing him down on the bed, she straddled him, running her pussy along his shaft. She felt intimidated by his length and was unsure of her next move. His strong arms lifted her, moving her up his body until she was kneeling over his head, his face buried in her crotch. His tongue plunged into her and soon his face was drenched in her juices. Her breathing became rapid as her orgasm approached. She dismounted and turned around, wrapping her legs around his head, so that she was face to face with his cock, her pussy on his mouth. He continued licking and nibbling. Alice marveled at the contrast of her creamy white skin to his bronze skin as her hand wrapped around his cock.

She pulled him into her mouth, her lips stretched around the girth. He was so big that she could only take him a few inches. With her hand she stroked and twisted his shaft, her tongue licking the head. The gardener moaned from between her legs and his licks quickened. One of his hands pushed on her head and she took in a little more. Her hand continued stroking and while the other fondled his large balls. She couldn't last much longer, her cries of ecstasy muffled by his cock. She came, her legs twitching as his licking slowed.

He rolled her off him and stood up by the side of her bed. Strong hands gripped her legs and pulled her to the edge on her back, her feet on his chest. His massive cock lay on her pussy, its head resting above her belly button. Alice felt a little afraid, but that fear was over powered by lust. She grabbed him and rubbed the head against her wet slit. At first it felt hopeless; but then, little by little he slowly slid into her. He was gentle and took his time, allowing her vagina to stretch before pushing some more. It was wonderful, like heaven between her legs. At last it pushed up against her cervix and could go no more.

He slowly withdrew until just the tip remained inside before pushing back in. With each stroke his pace increased slightly. He filled every last bit of her and she felt every inch as he slid in and out. His movements became faster and Alice felt the onset of another orgasm deep inside her. Her pants turned to moans, her moans turned to cries; she came, long and hard as he continued thrusting. Her senses slipped away as another orgasm washed over her, her cries loud and raw. His thrusting slowed and stopped; he pulled out slowly and climbed onto the bed straddling her stomach.

His cock lay between her breasts, the tip resting on her chin. He slid down her chest; Alice pushed her breasts together, squeezing his cock with them as it slid by. His balls rubbed on her stomach. He moved up again until his cock touched her chin. He slid back and forth between her breasts a few minutes until he moved forward a little more, nudging knob of his cock against her lips. Alice raised her head slightly and opened her mouth, allowing him to slide in. He pumped slowly, savoring the sight of his huge rod in her mouth. She bathed the tip with her tongue, swirling it around the head and pressing on the hole; his breath quickened. He moaned and thrusted quickly in short, sharp movements.

Alice wrapped her lips tightly around the head, messaging it with her tongue. His cock felt alive in her mouth, as if it had a mind its own. It spasmed and he cried out, cum pulsing into her mouth. She swallowed again and again as his load continued to fill her. At last he was still and she licked him clean.

"Is next Friday okay?"

She looked up at him and took off her sunglasses. He was standing beside her chair, the white bucket in his hand. The book she was reading lay in her lap.

"Pardon?" asked Alice, bewildered

"Is it all right with you if I don't come back until next Friday?" he asked without a trace of accent.

"Oh, right! Of course!" she replied, feeling her face flush. "I'm sorry, I've must have nodded off, or something," she added, lamely. "I'm Alice. What's your name?"

"Miguel." He paused. "OK, then, next Friday it is," he said, smiling before turning and walking away.

Alice sat up and watched him disappear around the house. She looked over at her neighbor's place and saw that he was hard at work on the lower deck. A few minutes later she heard the truck start and drive off. Her hand went down to her crotch; her bikini bottoms were soaked through, her pussy lips puffy and swollen, and her situation would have been immediately obvious to anyone who saw it. She wondered if Miguel had noticed.

Chapter 4 Tina and Dee

Two days later she was lying in the hammock, watching the water. She could tell by the amount and type of boat traffic the weekend was almost here. Sailboats littered the horizon to south where the town's marina was located. Slick speedboats roared by as jet skis whined obnoxiously closer to shore. More couples strolled by on the beach, holding hands but even with the added traffic it still felt deserted.

"Hello," a voice called.

Alice deftly dismounted the hammock and turned towards the voice. Two women in their mid-fifties strolled across the lawn from the direction of the house to the north. They wore casual beach attire and were deeply tanned.

"Hi," said the dark haired one. "I'm Dee and this is Tina," she said, gesturing to brown haired woman next to her.

"I'm Alice," said Alice, extending her hand.

"Maggie told us we had a new neighbor but since we've been gone on vacation we haven't had a chance to meet," Tina said, taking her hand.

"Maggie?" Alice's eyebrows rose questioningly.

"The real estate agent," said Dee. "She's a bit of a gossip. Don't be offended - she yaks about every thing. Anyway, by now I'm sure of all Neuwunder knows you're here." 

"My goodness, you're pretty!" interjected Tina. "We thought it was because you're new. Now we know the real reason those guys were talking about you!"

"Guys?" asked Alice weakly.

"Let's see - Mark from the grocery, Ted at the gas station, Steve at the pharmacy," listed Dee.

"And, of course, all of their friends," added Tina

Alice relaxed a bit - those were all places she had been and they hadn't mentioned Miguel. Dee and Tina kept talking. She quickly learned that Dee was widowed and Tina was divorced; they had been friends since elementary school; and they now lived together next door. Alice offered to open a bottle of wine. They sat on the patio and talked some more.

After a few glasses, Tina, her eyes twinkling, leaned in to Alice and asked in a low voice, "Have you met Miguel?"

Alice felt her face flush. "Yeah," she managed. "We were just introduced a couple of days ago."

Dee laughed. "We put extra fertilizer on our lawn to make it grow faster so he has to come back more often."

"We love to watch him work," added Tina dreamily. "It's too bad he's married - we would have taught him a thing or two by now." Tina and Dee laughed.

The fantasy inside Alice wilted. "He's married?" she asked.

"Yep. He has a one year-old daughter." Alice felt her fantasy die. Dee went on. "It's too bad he's leaving."

"Where's he going?"

"He's transferring to the University of Michigan this fall," said Tina. "He's studying mechanical engineering."

"Oh," said Alice simply. She felt odd, hollow inside, and guilty that she had been having such thoughts about him.

"After he leaves it'll be Javier doing our yards," sighed Dee, a touch of sadness in her voice.

"That's Miguel's father," added Tina.

The conversation lulled. Alice looked over Dee's shoulder at the writer's house.

"Who lives over there?" she indicated with a nod of her head.

"That'd be Will," Dee answered.

Tina leaned in again. "His real name is Carroll William Lewis, but he hates the name Carroll. He's a writer."

"I've seen him on his hillside deck, writing. Why does he use a notebook, why not a laptop?" Alice asked.

Dee and Tina looked each other and shrugged their shoulders.

"We've never asked," they said together.

Just then, the writer walked out of his house and onto his deck. Dee looked over her shoulder and waved to him - he waved back.

"Will!" Tina called. "Come over and meet Alice."

Alice felt her pulse quicken as he walked over, the thick, spiral-bound notebook in one hand. He gave Tina and Dee each a light kiss on the cheek before turning to Alice.

"Will," said Dee, making the introductions. "This is Alice Dupree. Alice, this is Will Lewis."

Alice stood quickly to shake his outstretched hand and bumped the table hard, sloshing wine from Tina's glass. His pale blue eyes held hers in a steady gaze - there was a light in his eyes, something almost magical. Up close, she saw he was around 35, good looking and fit. His hand held hers a few moments longer than necessary but Alice didn't mind. Finally, she found her voice.

"Would you like some wine?" she offered.

"No, thank you," he declined. "I have some new ideas in my head and I need to get them down on paper before they fly away." He patted his notebook and started to turn away.

"Why do you use a notebook?" asked Alice, unable to contain her curiosity. "Why don't you use a laptop?"

Will turned back to her with a look of surprise on his face. "I prefer writing outdoors and the sun's too bright to see a computer screen," he answered. "And I find I'm more intimately involved in the story if I write it out by hand." He shrugged.

Alice felt her ears burning. "I'm sorry," she managed, "I didn't mean to pry."

A warm smile spread across his face. "No need to apologize. You're the first person to ask and I'm just surprised it's taken so long." With that, he turned and walked away, heading for his hillside deck.

They all watched him go. Tina looked at Alice.

"He likes you, I can tell."

"He's very guarded about his writing," added Dee, nodding.

Alice felt her face flush again.

"And Alice likes Will," observed Tina.

Nothing else was said for several long moments as Alice studied her wine, feeling uncomfortable. Dee came to her rescue, sort of, by changing the subject.

"So, you know all about us. What's your story, Alice?"

Alice gave them a condensed version of her life. When she finished, Tina held up her wine glass for a toast.

"Well, you're here now: I say, 'Good riddance to a bad marriage!'"

They clinked glasses and drank.

Chapter 5 The Lake

The next week Alice was lying on a lounge chair on the beach, soaking up some sun. The waves were high again and the water hammered the shore. Will descended the stairs from his house and disappeared in to the tall dune grass. He emerged, dragging a lake kayak toward the water. He paused at the water's edge and donned a life vest before wading out, pulling the plastic boat after him. Will rinsed off the kayak, turning it over several times. The waves, cresting at four feet, pounded him as he mounted the boat.

Over the past week, Alice's favorite sport was to sit in the darkness of her yard and try to get a glimpse of Will naked. She was successful on a couple of occasions, although the success was tempered by the fact she couldn't get a good look at him due to the lighting conditions. Twice he had turned on outside lights, bathing the hot tub a yellow glow, causing her expectations to soar, but on those nights he was wearing a swimsuit. Still, clothed or not, she liked spying on him with the binoculars. 

He was off, heading west. He bobbed up and down like a cork and as he made his way further from shore, the waves obscured him from view from time to time. When he was several hundred yards out, he turned around and quickly rode the waves in. He turned before the waves broke and headed out again for another trip. After several trips he paddled for shore.

Alice watched him as he steered the kayak towards the beach. Will looked up at her and Alice waved. He waved back just as a large wave reared up behind him, dumping him unceremoniously. The waves carried the kayak to shore as Will walked in, struggling against the surf. Alice laughed as he retrieved the kayak, looking a little drowned. Will smiled at her and shrugged before walking over.

"Would you like to try?" he asked, shaking water from his ears.

"Oh, no. You look like you're having fun. I wouldn't want to take your toy away," she teased.

"No problem - I have another toy over here," he said and walked back to the tall grass.

He pulled a second kayak out along with a life vest and paddle and dragged them over to her. Alice looked at them doubtfully.

"I've never done this before," she confessed. "Shouldn't we wait for a calmer day?"

"No, of course not! It's more fun on a day like today."

"Is this necessary?" she asked, holding up the life vest. "I mean, I'm an excellent swimmer."

"I'd say it's mandatory, like a seat belt. You never know when you'll need one."

Alice agreed and pulled it on. It was too snug in the chest and she having difficulty adjusting it. Will helped her with the straps and as he adjusted them, Alice realized how close his fingers were to her breasts. She felt a tingling between her legs and forced the thought from her mind.

They waded into the surf and Will rinsed off her boat. Waves dumped her the first couple of times she tried to mount up and she was quickly discouraged. He held the kayak steady for her and she got in, paddling away from shore. Waves broke over the bow, threatening to capsize her but she kept her balance, riding up and down over the waves. Will paddled by and she followed him until they were several hundred feet from shore.

Here, the waves crested and broke again, the water white with spray. Will stepped out of his kayak and, to her amazement, stood with the water only up his waist.

"Sandbar," he explained, holding both their kayaks steady. "It's about 100 feet long and about 30 feet across. On both sides of it the lake's about 15 to 20 feet deep. It comes and goes: some years it forms and others it doesn't. And it's not always in the same spot."

Will remounted and let Alice lead the way? She chose to head farther out into the open sea. The waves were more like swells out here, farther apart, higher, but not cresting. She looked back over her shoulder and watched the shore disappear as her kayak dipped down in between swells, only to reappear as she rode up the next one. While looking she lost her balance and fell into the water. Will paddled alongside and grabbed her kayak and paddle.

She struggled to climb into the boat but since the water was too deep she had nothing to kick off from. Will maneuvered around to help, gripping her forearm on her next attempt, pulling her up. She almost made it before the kayak tipped, dumping both of them into the water. Will came up laughing as Alice clung to kayak panting.

"Maybe we should just swim into shore," she suggested.

"We can't do that - we're too far out and the current is pushing us toward Wisconsin," explained Will.

Alice looked at the shore and they were indeed drifting away. Will offered to hold her kayak while giving her a boost at the same time. She agreed and tried again, using his free hand as a step. She came out of the water higher than before and started climbing into the small boat. Her knee slipped on the wet plastic and she began to slide back into the lake. Will put his hand under her butt and lifted, pushing her onto the kayak. Alice sat up and looked at him, her eyebrows raised.




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"Um, yeah - sorry about that," he said sheepishly.

She laughed and thanked him for the boost. Will swam over to his kayak and in one smooth motion climbed in while Alice retrieved his paddle that had drifted a little ways. They paddled back to shore making good time with the wind and waves at their backs. Occasionally, Alice caught a wave and sped thrillingly across the water. When she reached the point where the waves broke she was quickly dumped and opted to walk to shore. Will expertly guided his kayak in until it rested on the sand.

He pulled his boat onto the beach and then helped Alice with hers. She dropped her paddle on the sand and smoothed back her hair before unbuckling her life vest and following Will's lead, setting it on top of the kayak. She turned to him and noticed he was staring at her chest. After a moment he quickly looked the other way. Alice glanced down and saw that her upper bikini string had come untied and her top was hanging down, exposing her breasts. 

Well, she thought as she tied it up, now we're even.

She helped Will stow the kayaks and gear and thanked him for the lesson. Alice walked back to her lounge chair, retrieved her towel and dried off. She looked over at Will and saw he was climbing the stairs to his house. Her stomach rumbled and she realized it was dinnertime. She walked up the steps to her house (by now she thought of it as hers) and found a note taped to the sliding glass door leading into the kitchen. The note read:

Labor Day Weekend Party!!! Starting Friday, Sep. 1st at 5PM Until??? Where? Matt's Place Bring? Yourself!

Alice looked over at Will's house and saw that he, too, received an invitation and was just reading it. She walked over to ask him about it.

"I see you got one, too," she said as she approached. He nodded. "Who's Matt and where's his house?"

"He lives about six houses down," he indicated south with a wave of his hand, "in a large, two story, timber framed house - you can't miss it."

"OK, that's where he lives. But who is he?" she asked.

"Matt Hadder. He's in his early 20's and extremely rich. His father owned a chain of farm supply stores and when it came time for him to retire, his kids took over. But the kids decided they didn't like to work so they sold it off. Half of the profit went to old man and the three kids split the other half. Matt spends his time playing with big toys and throwing big parties." Will looked at her with a slight frown on his face. "I don't want to give you the wrong impression; you should meet him for yourself. He's a nice enough guy."

"Are you going?"

"No. I have plans that evening," Will said. "You should go; you'd meet a lot of the neighbors and locals."

Chapter 6 The Beach

Alice dragged a lounge chair to a secluded sandy area behind a short dune. She found the spot last week when she climbed the stairs after kayaking. Here, tall dune grass hid her from view from the beach. The steep hillside blocked the view from the neighboring houses above her and the only way to see her would be from a spot on the stairs that led up to her house. She arranged the lounge chair, removed her bikini and sat down. Alice applied sunscreen, adjusted her sunglasses and lay back, letting the sun warm her naked body.

With her eyes closed, she listened to the rhythmic pounding of the surf and the dune grass rustling in the wind. Far above her in the trees, a locust buzzed. The sun felt strong today, as if it was closer, and small beads of sweat formed on her skin. She shooed away a bothersome fly. Far off a dog barked. The whisper of faint footsteps in the sand passed by, near the water. A little while later there were more footsteps, louder and closer. These footsteps stopped nearby.

Alice opened her eyes: Miguel was standing just 10 feet away, staring at her naked body. She sat up, took off her sunglasses and her eyes met his and Alice saw the lust in them. He approached slowly and she stood up to meet him. His hand reached out, tentative, and softly touched her breast, his fingers brushing over her nipple. Alice knew this was wrong, knew he was married with a child, and knew she didn't want to be the 'other' woman. But, her sexual urges overpowered her morals: her fruit was ripe and ready to be plucked.

She pulled him to her and kissed him on the mouth, her tongue plunging to find his. His arms wrapped around her, his hands kneading her bare ass. Fingers explored between her buttocks and she kissed him harder and pulled him closer, his stiff cock pressing against her belly - he felt big. Alice lifted his t-shirt up, exposing his chest, and licked and teased his nipples with her teeth as he pulled his shirt off. She ran her hands over his hard ass, feeling every muscle before slipping her fingers into the waistband and pushing his shorts down.

Alice sat on the edge of lounge chair as Miguel stepped out of his shorts and towards her. He moved closer, her eyes were fixed on his cock: it was as massive as she had dreamed, long and thick. She gripped it in her hand, feeling its weight, its power. Her ex-husband had an average size cock, about 6 inches long. Miguel's was almost twice that length and at least twice as thick. The fear she felt in her dream returned and she highly doubted that it would fit in her. But, just like in her dream, she had to try.

Clear fluid seeped from the end - Alice licked it off, savoring the slightly salty, musky flavor. She licked around the large head, down the shaft to his heavy balls that she tenderly licked and sucked. Miguel moaned softly. Alice worked her way up his shaft to the tip, bathing it with her tongue, coating it with her saliva. She took him in her mouth, her lips stretched around it and her teeth lightly dragged over his skin. His hands went to her head and his hips moved as he pumped a few inches in and out of her mouth. With one hand she stroked his shaft; the other fondled his balls.

She pulled off of him and stuck her index finger in her mouth, wetting it. Alice then resumed sucking, her hand pumping as she reached with the other between his legs, her wet finger pressing against his anus. Miguel moaned again and stopped moving his hips. She pushed with her finger until it slipped inside him up to the first knuckle. He started moving again, working his cock in and out her mouth as her finger worked in and out his ass. After a few minutes, her jaw began to ache and she had to stop.


She stood up, pulling her finger out - Miguel's eyes pleaded with her. Alice guided him onto the lounger on his back and stood over his body, facing away from him. His hand reached out and one thick finger slid into her from behind; Alice paused and relished the sensation of his finger slowly fucking her. Her hand stroked up and down his long shaft, pausing at the top to twist the head - Miguel groaned and withdrew his finger. She lowered her body until the tip just touched her pussy, running the head of his cock along her wet silt making it slick with juices. When she was ready, she lowered her body some more, his rod pressing into her.

It took several minutes of trying before he actually entered her - Alice had almost given up and resigned herself to giving him a blowjob. The knob of his rod filled her opening, stretching her far beyond she'd ever been stretched. She took him in little by little, the journey achingly slow. Her patience was running thin: she wanted to be fucked; she wanted to be fucked hard; and she wanted to be fucked now! At long last, he was fully inside her. Alice could hardly believe it - her pussy was stuffed, the tip of his cock pressed against her cervix. The pleasure / pain was exquisite.

Her body rose up and down in long, slow movements, savoring every inch of his beautiful cock, her eyes and mouth open wide due to extreme pleasure.  She lost the capacity to form words and could only make a soft, grunting noise at the bottom of every stroke. His hands went to her waist helping to raise and lower her body, setting the pace. He varied the depth of the strokes and soon Alice felt an orgasm shake her body. His pace quickened and his strokes became deeper. She cried out when a second orgasm rocked her. Miguel grunted and moaned as she bounced up and down, faster and faster. She came a third time and Miguel's grunts became louder. She reached down, rubbing his balls and he rammed her down, hard, onto his cock and held her there as his cum filled her pussy.

When his moaning subsided, Alice looked down and saw his thick cream running out of her stretched pussy and onto his balls. She ran her fingers through it and put them in her mouth, tasting his seed. She laid back against him, his cock still inside her, still filling her as she looked up at the blue sky before closing her eyes.

"Alice?"

She opened her eyes to find Miguel standing a few feet from the hammock where she had nodded off. Her legs were splayed outwards and she quickly pulled them together before sitting up.

"Yes, Miguel?" She yawned and stretched.

He looked a little embarrassed. "I heard you cry out and I thought you were having a bad dream, so I woke you." He added, "I'm sorry if I disturbed you."

Alice shook the cobwebs from her mind. "No, it's all right," she said and smiled at him. "When do you leave for school?"

Miguel relaxed and smiled, showing his perfectly white teeth. "Tomorrow. Classes start on Tuesday so we'll use the long weekend to move in and get the apartment in order. My father will be taking care of yard work starting next week."

Alice yawned again. "That's great." She stood up and held out her hand. "Good luck with school, and with life."

He shook her hand warmly and thanked her. Alice felt an urge to hug him but suppressed it. She barely knew him and a hug was not justified - it was for her own selfish reason: she wanted intimate contact with someone because she was so horny. She watched Miguel walk away and out of her life.

She looked at her watch - 4:30. The wind carried the heavy thudding of music from the south - the party started early, she surmised. She looked over at Will's hillside deck and saw him stand up. He looked in her direction and she waved. He gave a little wave back, gathered his things and climbed the stairs. She watched as he walked into his house and wondered if he had a date tonight or if it was something else. 

She had casually asked Tina and Dee a few days before if Will was: married; dating; gay; straight; or celibate. They answered to the best of their knowledge he was straight but didn't seem to be seeing anyone. She sighed. Damp panties clung to her crotch. Feeling alone, horny and a little depressed, she turned to go in the house and change her underwear.

Chapter 7 The Matt Hadder's Party

Alice decided to go to the party after all. She was sitting in the backyard watching the sunset when a white-haired gentleman walked though her yard from the north. 

"You don't want to be late," he chided. He had a very small nose for his face.

"Pardon?"

"For the party. You might miss something good," was his response. "I'm Peter, I live four houses that way," he said, indicating the direction he came from.

Alice shook his hand. "I'm Alice."

"I don't mean to be rude, but I'm in a rush," and he waved and hurried off.

It was a little after 8PM when she made her way down. Not knowing what to wear, Alice opted for a short, dark skirt and a white, sleeveless blouse. A sign on the edge of the property read:

WELCOME TO THE MATT HADDER'S WHERE FUN IS GUARANTEED

The party was in full swing: people were dancing to loud music in the living room; the kitchen was full of wine drinkers; younger people crowded around two kegs of beer in the backyard; and more people were partying in front of the house. Most of the crowd was in their early twenties, but there were a good number of older people as well. Alice looked around for Tina and Dee but didn't find them.

Instead, she found Matt Hadder. He was wearing dark shorts, a lime-green waistcoat and a large felt top hat, and was standing on his front lawn refereeing a game of drunken volleyball. Each time a team scored, the other team had to take a drink. From the looks of things both teams were losing badly. During a break in the action, Alice approached him.

"Hi, I'm Alice," she said extending her hand. "I live seven houses up from you - next to Will. Thanks for inviting me."

A rather drunken Matt swept the hat from his head and took his her hand in his. He bent and kissed it sloppily. "Welcome, Alice! Thank you for coming! What would a Matt Hadder Party be without an Alice?" he asked rhetorically, his words slurring. "Please make yourself at home. I must get back to the game, now - the Hearts and the Diamonds are tied in the championship game!" He turned around and exhorted for the players to stand up and resume play.

Alice watched for a few minutes but, as neither team could score consecutive points, she became bored and wandered off. In back of the house a group was gathered on the large deck around something. She worked her way through the crowd and found they were all standing around a big, built-in hot tub. In the hot tub were two attractive blonds in their early twenties, identical twins dressed in matching yellow bikinis, throwing party favors to the crowd and making some sort of announcement. Alice decided to get a drink.

In the kitchen she found Tina and Dee clutching a bottle of wine. They poured her a glass and shouted conversation back in forth over the loud music. Dee commented that every time a guy, young or old, walked through the kitchen their head would swivel around to look at Alice. At first it made Alice feel self-conscious but after several glasses of wine it made her feel empowered. They polished off a second bottle and started another when Tina grabbed a cell phone from her hip and squinted at the display before handing it to Dee, who took the phone and headed outdoors. A few minutes later Dee returned and shouted that she and Tina had to leave.

"Where are you going?" shouted Alice over the din.

"We have a double-date tonight," Tina shouted back. "Don't worry, you won't be alone long - you can have any guy you want."

"Don't wait up," yelled Dee, winking and they left.

Alice drained her glass and walked outside into the darkness. Cheers from the hot tub crowd caught her attention. By standing on her tiptoes to see, she discovered that the twins were now making out with two men in the water. The kisses were the large open-mouthed variety with plenty of tongue. One of the twins ground her pelvis against her mate, who untied her bikini top, eliciting loud cheers from the audience. Alice thought the potential for gang rape was large, so she moved on.

In the front yard, the volleyball game was over and several players were snoring on the grass. Beyond the volleyball court in a lighted area, almost a dozen people in various stages of undress were involved in a game of what appeared to be strip croquet. The young man who was losing was down to his rather skimpy red bikini briefs. His ball hit a green one and a woman removed her shorts. Alice went back for more wine.

The cheers from the hot tub were more guttural now. As she passed by, she got a brief glimpse of the twins eagerly sucking their man's cock. Several of the audience were providing running commentary and scoring the girls on technical merit and artistry. Apparently it was some sort of race. Hardly fair, thought Alice as she walked towards the kitchen door, some guys come a lot faster than others. She and a young man reached for the door at the same time.

Alice looked up at his face when their hands touched. He was good-looking, with a clean-shaven face, dark hair and dark brown eyes, about her height and was maybe 4 years younger than her. When he saw her, his head did a slight double take. He pulled his hand back.

"Hi, I'm Josh," he said, and gave her a little wave.

"Hi, Josh. I'm Alice." They walked into the kitchen and had to raise their voices.

"Can I get you something to drink, Alice?" he asked with a hopeful look on his face.

Alice leaned in to be heard over the music. "Yeah, red wine - Shiraz if they have it." 

Josh wedged himself between several people to get the wine. He returned with two glasses and handed her one.

"I haven't seen you before," yelled Josh. "Are you from around here?"

Alice shook her head, her body lightly bouncing to the beat of the music. She thought it pointless to shout questions at him so they drank their wine in silence. He watched her closely for several minutes before leaning in.

"Do you want to dance?" 

She nodded and set her empty glass down next to his. He led her by the hand to a large room were a sweaty mob danced to the pounding beat. She could feel the floor moving under her feet from the weight of all the people bouncing around. A DJ was set up along one wall in between a canyon of speakers on each side, headphones on his ears as he cued up the next piece. Colored lights on stands flashed on and off to the beat. The heat of all those bodies moving pushed in on her, making the air thick as if there was less oxygen in the room.

They danced on the edge of the throng; Alice was afraid to venture into the middle as some were slamming into each other. Josh was a good dancer and kept up with Alice. The music pulsed through the room and her body responded by moving rhythmically. The DJ made a smooth transition to industrial music. Alice lost herself in the driving beat, becoming part of the music, and felt Josh move in behind her, his body trying to follow hers. He kissed her on the side of her neck - Alice turned and smiled at him.

They danced closer facing each other and Josh kissed her again. She kissed him back and the music devolved into something tribal, ritualistic. Her body swayed to the beat as they kissed, their bodies lightly rubbing. Alice broke the kiss and turned around. The lights, heat and alcohol combined with the music made her head feel light. Josh dance up from behind, his hands on her hips, his body pressed to hers. She felt desire, un-caged by alcohol and music, bubble up inside her. The music seemed sexual now, perfectly suited for the coupling of two bodies.

She rubbed her buttocks against his crotch to the beat with the music. Josh's hands wandered over her body from her hips to her chest, lightly feeling her up. She could feel his cock growing in his tight jeans. The music pulsed through her body and throbbed in her head and she was under its spell - if he wanted her, he could have her. 

Still behind her, Josh steered her from the dance floor and down a hallway. He pushed open the first door to find a naked couple rolling around on a bed, emitting loud sex noises. He pulled the door closed and guided her to the next. This room was empty and dark. He shut the door behind them and locked it - the music was loud enough to be clearly heard behind the closed door. Alice swayed to the music in one spot next to the bed.

Josh embraced her from behind, his hands squeezing her breasts. She tilted her head to one side as he kissed and licked the side of her neck. Her eyes were closed and the music flowed through her as his hands pushed her blouse and bra up exposing her large breasts. His fingers played with her nipples, making them rock hard - Alice moved to the beat, her ass rubbing against his groin. He turned her head and kissed her hard on the mouth, his tongue plunging in, probing eagerly before moving on.

She felt his hot breath on her ear and his hand slid down her stomach, pulling up her skirt in the front and working its way down the front of her panties. His finger slid easily inside her and she moaned softly. The music continued to thud and Alice reached behind her, squeezing the bulge in his pants. He undid his jeans, allowing her hand access and she stroked him firmly. Josh's finger entered her again and brought his hand up, her juices glistening on his finger, and rubbed it over her nipple making it slick. He moved beside her, leaning his head down and rapidly licking her wetness from her breast.




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Alice moaned again as his tongue flicked quickly over her nipple while his left hand rubbed her crotch. She pulled his face up to hers and they kissed wildly before he moved behind her again, his cock rubbing up against her ass. She reached back and grabbed him, pulling on his rod in long, hard strokes. His hands cupped her breasts, his fingers tweaked her nipples as she twisted her hand over his knob at the top of each stroke, again and again, until he let out a loud moan and dropped to his knees behind her. 

Hands ran up under her skirt, fingers hooked in the waistband of her panties and in an instant they lay pooled at her feet. Her skirt was pushed up from behind and licks and wet kisses covered her ass. Josh bent her over firmly at the waist and Alice supported the weight of her upper body on the bed with her arms. Her feet spread apart as his face pushed in between her legs from behind, his tongue exploring her pussy, his nose pressed near her anus. Her knees felt weak as he lapped her juices and she was close to coming, but Josh stopped and stood up. 

Alice was still bent over the bed. Her blouse was pushed up from behind and soft, wet kisses covered her back. His hands lightly caressed her breasts which hung down, her nipples pointing at the bed, and his cock rubbed up and down the crack of her naked ass. Josh straightened up, putting his hands on her hips and Alice responded by pushing back, grinding her buttocks against his groin in time with the music. With one hand, he guided his rod between her legs, the shaft sliding along her swollen pussy lips until the head pressed against her wet slit. The tip had just entered her when the music changed to something more mainstream.

Alice opened her eyes suddenly - the spell was broken. What was she doing? She didn't want this; some stranger was rubbing against her body, pushing her onto a bed, pressing into her. She shoved at his hands and spun away from him. Josh sat on the edge of the bed looking confused and hurt, his erect member, its tip coated with her juices, pointing at the ceiling.

"I can't do this," mumbled Alice, putting her bra and blouse back in place. She found her panties and sandals and pulled them on. "Sorry."

She rushed from the room, leaving the door wide open, past the dance floor and through the kitchen outside. She walked quickly past the hot tub where the twins were being double-teamed - one guy fucked each from behind while another was having his cock sucked. Alice headed toward the darkness where the edge of the lawn dropped off down to the lakeshore. She turned toward her house and hurried off, not slowing until she got to Will's yard. She stopped mid-way to catch her breath. Anger and confusion welled up inside. She was mad at herself for letting it go too far, for leading him on, and she was bewildered that the music had such an affect on her. 

A light snapped on in the hot tub and there sat Will. Alice felt an immediate sense of relief - he was alone. She walked toward him.

"Hi," she called to him.

"Hey, there. I just got in. Care to join me?"

"Um, yeah. Let me, uh," Alice hesitated, unsure if he was naked, "get my suit on."

She hurried inside and donned her white bikini. Examining the back of her skirt she saw it was stained with Josh's pre-cum. She threw it bitterly onto the laundry pile, picked up a towel and headed outside. She approached the edge of the tub hesitantly, not knowing what she might find, but to her relief, she saw Will was wearing swim trunks. She slowly lowered herself in the water, sitting opposite of him.

"Do you mind if I turn off the light?" he asked. "I like to look at the stars."

Alice nodded, struck dumb momentarily by the reminder of a dream she had almost a month ago. Will snapped off the light.

"How was the Matt Hadder's?"

"Kind of wild. How was your date?" she asked back.

Will shook his head. "It was my uncle's 65th birthday party, and it was good. So, how wild was it?" he pressed.

Alice filled him in on what she saw, but omitted Josh and the dancing.

"It's been going on for quite awhile and showed no signs of letting up. I'll be surprised if the cops don't pay them a visit soon," she added.

Will shook his head again. "Parties never seems to end at Matt's house but the Sheriff's Department won't bother them. They might come out and pay a visit but they won't break it up."

"Why not?"

"Because," said Will, "of the Fourth of July party. Two deputies came out and gave him an hour to shut it down. When they came back, it was still raging. So, they started to write Matt up when the twins intervened and persuaded them to tear up the ticket. The party continued for another two days."

"How did they persuade them?" Alice asked, thinking she knew the answer.

Will reached for his cell phone and flipped it open. He scrolled through some menus before holding the phone out for her. Alice looked at the display: it was a picture of the twins squatting down in front of the deputies and sucking their cocks. The deputies' pants were around their ankles and they were leaning back against their patrol car. Will put the phone back on the top step.

"Why did you take that picture?"

He shrugged. "It's not something you see everyday, I guess. Anyway, Matt and his friends got it on video, I think, since they have cameras all over the place."

Alice felt the blood drain from her face. "Cameras?" she asked weakly.

"Yeah. They film the parties and release excerpts on the Web." Will looked at her, intrigued. "Something wrong?"

Alice shook her head and changed the subject. They sat and talked for a while, looking at the stars and watching the occasional freighter glide by. Music still thumped from the direction of the party, reminding her of what she had done, making her feel guilty. Her heart wasn't in the conversation and Will commented on her distraction. Alice made the excuse that she was tired and needed to turn in. At that, they climbed out and Will invited her to use the tub anytime she liked, which she gladly accepted.

When she was back in her house, Alice dressed in jeans and a tee shirt, and sat in the darkness of her living room, listening to sounds from the party drift in through an open window, and waited. At about 3AM, the party quieted down, but Alice waited for another hour and a half before venturing out. She crept across the darkened yards until she reached Matt's. A few lights were on inside the house but she didn't see any movement. The kitchen door was open and Alice silently walked inside.

A mixture of stale beer, spilled wine and body sweat greeted her nostrils as she made her way through the empty living room to the bedroom she and Josh used. The door was ajar and she carefully pushed it open. In the dim light, naked bodies littered the bed and the sound of light snoring filled the room.  Alice looked up, searching, and found the camera mounted in the corner above the door, its red light on. A wire from the back of the camera snaked into the wall.

She pulled the door closed and stole through the house, looking for the room she knew was there. On the second floor in a room above the garage, she found what she looking for. Video monitors on a large table displayed images of various rooms cast in the greenish tones of night vision. Cables from the monitors fed into the back of a computer on an adjacent table. Alice sat down in the chair and studied the display. She clicked through the cameras until she found the room and clicked the playback button. The screen showed people sleeping over the last 30 minutes.

Alice sat back, puzzled, until a thought occurred to her. She leaned forward and selected 'Load File' from the menu and began loading files. Eventually, the screen showed her and Josh in a three quarter view from behind, the sound of the music thumping in the background. She watched to the end, feeling a mixture of guilt, anger but yet, fascination. Alice had to admit the video was pretty hot until the on-screen Alice came to her senses and rushed from the room. After closing the file, deleting it from the directory and emptying the recycling bin, Alice switched the program back to 'Live Feed' and rose from the chair.

Movement on one of the monitors caught her eye as she was turning to leave. In one of the bedrooms a black man had woken up and was caressing the body of a naked white women lying next to him. He fondled her large breasts, his fingers teasing the nipples before taking one in his mouth. The girl stirred, her hand rubbing his head. Alice watched his cock grow to full erection - it was very long and reminded her of Miguel. The man rolled onto the girl and moved down until his face was buried between her legs. The girl writhed in pleasure, her chest heaving. It appeared she had several orgasms until he rolled over on his back. 

The girl sat up, her hand wrapped around his member and stroked him for several minutes before leaning over and taking him in her mouth. Alice was amazed that she could take all of him in without gagging. The man pulled her body onto his in a 69 position and they ate each other out. The girl came several more times before they stopped and changed positions. She got on her hands and knees and the man moved behind her. From the camera angle, Alice had a clear view of his black cock parting her white skin. Alice's hand went to her dampening crotch.

They fucked for several minutes before the man pulled out and spread her buttocks wide with his hands. He spit on the crack of her ass and rubbed the knob of his rod in it, then pressed his cock against her bunghole. The girl braced herself and after a few moments, the head slipped inside her. He slowly slid inside until he was in up to the hilt. His hips moved in long, slow movements, pumping his large cock in and out her ass. From far away in the house, Alice could hear the girl's cries of ecstasy. Fearing they would wake up others, Alice rushed from the room and down the stairs.

The girl's cries were louder now, mingled with the man's grunts as he thrusted again and again. Alice hurried through the kitchen and outside, back toward her house. The air was still and she could hear sounds of their lovemaking five houses away. She ran the rest of the way to her house, stripped off her clothes and jumped in bed. After masturbating furiously, Alice drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 8 The Dream

The music thudded and thumped as Alice danced in the middle of a crowd of young men. It was dark in the room and the men's faces were hidden in shadows. They danced closer as she lost herself in the music, feeling it pulse through her. A man approached and their bodies gyrated in a form of simulated sex. A second man approached from behind, tilted her head back and kissed her on the mouth. The first ran a hand over her stomach and up to her breasts. She continued kissing the second as the first man knelt in front of her, his hand running up her legs under her skirt, exploring until his fingers found her naked bush.

The crowd pressed closer and the music grew louder. The man kissing her lifted her shirt exposing her breasts - the crowd cheered. His hands squeezed her breasts and his fingers tweaked her nipples. Her tongue danced with his before he pulled her shirt off over her head. They kissed again and she could feel his erection pressing against her backside. Hands - how many, she didn't know - felt her breasts, played with nipples, poked, prodded, explored. The man before her pulled her skirt down and two fingers entered her wet slit - the crowd cheered again.

Raw sexual energy filled the air, like an impending thunderstorm. Her lust was great, large enough for all of them. The man in front dropped to his knees and pressed his face into her. He licked her pussy quickly, his tongue grazing over her clit occasionally. He stood up and another knelt on front of her, his finger sliding in deep, feeling her up from the inside. He pulled his finger out and held it up to her mouth - she sucked her own juices off it.

The man behind her was undressing as another man pushed his face to her crotch, his licking rough and sloppy. He was replaced by someone who was gentler, more experienced and in a very short time she came for the first time that night. The man behind her pressed his naked body against hers and she could feel his cock throbbing along with the music. He guided Alice to a couch and bent her forward over the end and spread her legs. His fingers entered her from behind as a man knelt on the cushion in front of her, his cock out.

She took him in her mouth, licking and sucking and pulling. The man behind her withdrew his fingers and pushed his cock into her wet pussy. The music continued to pound as one man fucked her from behind while she sucked the other. Alice tasted cum and, as she swallowed, he withdrew and another cock nudged against her lips. She sucked this new cock as the man behind her finished and pulled out. Another stepped up and entered her, a little smaller than the first.

Cock after cock filled her mouth with their seed as numerous men filled her pussy with cum. The music played on and so did Alice. By now she was no longer bobbing her head; the men were simply fucking her mouth. The man behind her now pressed a moistened finger against her anus and it slipped in after a moment. His cock was longer than the others and an orgasm shook her body as she moaned around the stiff rod in her mouth. Cum filled her mouth again; she swallowed and wrapped her lips around the next. She came a second time before the one with long cock finished and pulled out.

The next man fucked her for a short time before withdrawing and when the next cock was presented to her mouth, she could taste her own juices mingled with cum of several men on it. She licked eagerly as a new person stepped between her legs. His cock was much thicker and longer than the others as he pushed into her, stretching her pussy. He fucked her long and slow while his finger worked her ass. She came again, her moans muffled by the cock in her mouth.

She swallowed more cum and the man behind her withdrew. He knelt in front of her and Alice saw it was the black man she had watched on the monitor. His cock pushed against her lips and she took him as deeply as she could but could only get half of his length in her mouth. She sucked him as best she could, her hand stroking his shaft and after several minutes he stood up and moved behind her again.

Another man knelt in front of her and she took him in. The black man's cock slid into her sore pussy and he quickly fucked her to another orgasm, his thighs slapping against her ass. He withdrew again and a moment later pressed his cock against her anus. Her moans of pleasure turned to moans of protest- she tried to get up, get away but unseen hands held her down. He pressed on and the knob slipped inside her ass. Alice cried out as loudly as she could with a cock in her mouth. She couldn't pull it out as the man's hands held her head firmly in place. The black man's thick cock slid in some more, pulled back, then pushed farther in. Her cries of protest turned to cries of pain and her eyes watered. This is not what she wanted.

At last the he was in all the way. He moved his hips in long, slow strokes, gradually turning her cries of pain to cries of pleasure. His pace quickened and Alice lost track of the number of times she came as the man fucked her ass. As each orgasm shook her body, she screamed in ecstasy around the cock in her mouth. She desperately wanted him to stop but she also wanted him to go on forever. At last he pulled out and laid his cock on her ass. It twitched and she felt his seed pool on her lower back. The men watching cheered heartily. The man in front pulled out of her mouth and with a few strokes of his hand came on her head, which was now hanging down in exhaustion and humiliation. The crowed cheered again.

Alice awoke with a start, sitting upright in bed, scared and covered in a thin film of sweat. The clock read 3:37AM. A waning moon shined above the lake to the southwest. She got out of bed and padded to kitchen where she pulled a bottled water from the fridge. Drinking deeply, she thought about her dream that, while vivid, was starting to get fuzzy around the edges. Looking out the sliding glass door, she could see Will writing on his lower deck with a lantern on the table next to him.

It had been a couple of weeks since the Matt Hadder's party and in that time, she had gotten to know Will quite well. They were now in a habit of having a glass of wine or gin and tonics together in the late afternoon and they've had some dinners together and did some hot-tubbing. While she didn't want to disturb his writing, she had an urge to talk to him. What was it Tina had said once?

"If you need anything, talk to Will. He knows everybody and has a knack for making things happen."

Alice looked around. The large t-shirt she wore over her swimsuit hung on the back of a chair. She slipped it on over her naked body, covering it almost to her knees. She walked out into the cool night air; summer was over and the nights were getting colder. The surf was calm and the water gently lapped the shore. Dew was forming on the grass and her feet left a trail of footprints as she crossed the yard to Will's stairs. A few steps from the deck, she announced her presence.

Will turned around quickly; his surprised look gave way to a smile. "Hi! What are you doing up?"

"Bad dream," she said, walking onto the deck. "I hope I'm not interrupting. OK if I sit with you a bit?"

"Yeah, have a seat," said Will, motioning to his right. "Let me finish this thought."

He bent over his pad, writing quickly. Alice sat on the table, her feet on the bench seat next to him, her back to the water. The stars were brilliant tonight and the Milky Way stood out. She looked at the sky and listened to the scratch of his pen as he finished. He closed the tattered notebook and looked up at her.

"So, you had a bad dream. Care to talk about it?"

She shrugged looking at her hands in her lap. "I don't know. It was one of those truly bizarre dreams one has on occasion. You know, the kind that when you wake up you can't believe your mind could concoct such a thing."

Will gave a small smile and nodded. "Well, it was just a dream, no matter how real it felt," he said with a tilt of his head. "Have you been having many dreams like this or is this the first?"

She shrugged again. "I've had other dreams like it but tonight's was on a much grander scale." It was true; she dreamed almost nightly of either Miguel or Will. Lately, her dreams featured more Will and less Miguel.

"Well," he said after a long silence, "don't tell me anything you don't want to. Dreams are highly personal, even if they are just dreams. We can talk about other things if you like."

Alice leaned back on her hands and looked up at the stars again for a few minutes. She knew he was looking at her closely. A slight breeze picked up; the chill night air made her nipples hard - she hoped he'd notice. She became aware of how close they were sitting and she could feel the heat radiating from his body. If she shifted her position slightly, her leg would brush up against his arm.

"I'm surprised you're not married or that you don't have a girlfriend," she said casually, watching his reaction carefully.

Will sighed, then gave a short, hoarse laugh. "There was someone in my life, a ways back. But, she left me. She said I got too involved in my writing, lose myself in it and that I would forget she was there. One day I came home and, like that, she was gone. I moved out here where it's quiet and kept on writing. Not a good way to meet women," he said, a hint of sadness in his voice. He was looking down at his notebook, running his fingers lightly its cover.




Alice Unbound



"You met me," Alice said simply and she nudged his shoulder with her knee.

He smiled down at his book and nudged her in return. Alice cupped his face in her hands turning it up to hers, leaning down to kiss each cheek tenderly. Then, she kissed him on the mouth. Their lips met, wet and soft at first. She opened her mouth slightly and his tongue played across her lips. Her tongue met his and they danced, exploring and probing lightly. 

The kiss broke and Will extinguished the lantern before scooting over to sit directly in front of her. Alice put a leg on each side of him, wondering if he could smell her pussy, still wet from her dream. They kissed again, their arms wrapped around each other, their hands caressing. His mouth moved around to her ear, his lips nibbling, his breath hot. Her nipples were hard now but not from the cold. Will kissed down her neck, his soft kisses tickling her skin. Her hand on his head urged him lower.

Will's hand pushed her shirt up and Alice rose up a little so he could get it out from under her butt, and pulled it off. She sat before him naked, her legs spread wide, her breasts level with his eyes, her arms around his neck. He looked from her body up to her face.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered, and kissed her neck again.

Guiding his head with her hands, she maneuvered his mouth to her breasts. He kissed, licked and sucked each breast in turn, his hands cupping each one. Alice felt her lust rising and the start of an orgasm welling up in her as his tongue flicked across her nipples, causing her to gasp. His head moved lower, down her stomach and she leaned back on her elbows, watching, as he kissed his way down between her legs, covering her pussy with kisses.

She felt his tongue run along her slit, parting her lips and entering her. His mouth felt electric and her pussy shuddered in pleasure when his tongue found her clit. He licked up, over, down and around making her moan; he sucked her clit into his mouth making her pant; he flicked his tongue rapidly making her cry out. She watched him eat her out in the pale moonlight as he licked her entire pussy in long strokes. Her heart was racing, her breathing was heavy and her orgasm was close, very close. She needed relief, now. She held his head in place when his lips brushed over her clit, lightly scraping it between his tongue and upper teeth. He flicked it rapidly with his tongue and she cried out as she came suddenly.

He gently lapped her nectar the way the lake lapped the shore. Her heart and breathing slowed, and he kissed up her stomach, wetting it with the juices on his face. She brought his face to hers and kissed him sweetly, tasting her sex on his lips, cheeks and his chin. Alice stood up on the bench, her pussy just above his head and he kissed her inner thigh tenderly. Stepping down, she helped Will to his feet, and pulled off his shirt and unfastening his jeans. His cock sprang out and she saw that it was long, but not too long, and thick, but not too thick. It looked just right.

He leaned against the end of the table and she bent over, licking the tip, spreading the clear fluid seeping from it over the head, making it slick. She sucked playfully at the tip, her lips pursed before opening her mouth and taking him in. Her head bobbing, she quickly worked up a rhythm, her hand stroking his shaft - she heard him moan quietly. Her free hand caressed his balls and she heard him panting. Emboldened, her head and hands moved quicker, eager to taste his cum.

He groaned loudly and lifted her head from his cock. They kissed, their tongues plunging, their bodies gripped in a tight embrace. Will turned her and lifted her onto the table and stood between her legs. The tip of his cock rubbed against her slit and slipped easily into her dripping pussy. He pushed in slowly until he was fully buried in her and Alice wrapped her legs around his body. As they kissed, his hips began moving, and his stiff rod slid in and out of her slowly. After a minute, Alice encouraged him to pick up the pace by prodding his ass with her foot.

Soon, Alice could hear the wet squelching noises as his cock pistoned in and out. She lay back on the table, watching the stars as Will fucked her, her breasts jiggling with each thrust. His cock rubbed against her g-spot and she moaned loudly. He thrusted faster, sweat glistening on his body in the cool night air. With each exhale Alice moaned loudly - the faster he fucked her, the louder she moaned. She was panting, and she knew that her cries could be heard several houses away, but she didn't care. This is what she wanted; this is what she needed. She screamed when her orgasm washed over her, and after a few more thrusts, Will groaned and became still.

He rested his head on her chest and she cradled it, listening to their heavy breathing as it slowed. Will said something that was muffled by her breast.

"Mmmm?" she asked.

His head lifted up. "Alice, it's time to wake up."

She opened her eyes to find she was in her light filled bedroom, alone.

Chapter 9 Declarations

September was coming to an end and with it, the warm weather. The lake was too cold to swim in, for her at least, but she still enjoyed her daily walk down the beach. She would read outside bundled up in a heavy sweater and read on the sun porch on those rainy days that were coming more often. 

Alice had been reading on the patio near the glow of a floor lamp burning inside. It was late when she finished the book, a Ludlum thriller, and she wasn't ready for bed. Turning her head, she looked longingly at Will's hot tub. He was down in Chicago for the weekend and wouldn't be home until tomorrow afternoon. Even though he had been gone only two days, she missed him. She stood, stretched, and decided to sit a few minutes in the hot tub, and went inside to suit up.

Halfway to her bedroom she stopped - why was she putting on a swimsuit? The houses all around were deserted. Most people spent only their summers here and Tina and Dee were in New York. Even the Matt Hadder had moved his parties to a warmer climate, Florida, she thought. Alice shook her head and picked a clean beach towel from the shelf. On her way out, she turned off most of the lights in her house, leaving only one on so she could find her way back. Stepping out of her kitchen, she paused a few moments to let her eyes adjust to the darkness, before crossing the lawn to Will's house. Clouds obscured the stars, the moon hidden and the lake was inky blackness.

Alice folded back the lid, checked the water, its heat inviting on this cool night and turned on the pumps. The wind blew in from the lake, rustling the dry leaves still clinging to the trees. She undressed, piling her clothes neatly on the deck. The chill breeze raised goose bumps on her flesh and she stepped into the hot water. She sat back, closed her eyes and thought about her current situation as the bubbles kissed her skin.

Over the last two weeks, she had dreamt nightly about Will, mostly about making love to him. They had spent a lot of time together, that is, they spent a lot of time together when he wasn't writing. Alice thought about Will constantly the rest of the time and supposed she was falling in love with him. She worried that it might be too soon, although it didn't feel too soon. She was also worried that she didn't really know that much about him. She had asked Tina and Dee, pumping them for information but they didn't really have much more than they had already given her. Will was like a closed book and, so far, she'd only read the first couple of chapters.

To compound the matter, her lease was up in a month and she didn't know if she wanted to extend it or move. She loved it here but it was expensive. It all depended on if or how things developed between her and Will. At that moment, she resolved to find out if Will had feelings for her.

The sliding door leading into Will's house slid open suddenly, and Will stepped out wearing a swimsuit, towel in hand, and a smile on his face.

"Hey there! I just got back and I heard the pumps running. Mind if I join you?" He dropped his towel next to hers and climbed in, not waiting for an answer.

A satisfied sigh slowly escaped from him as he settled in opposite of Alice; he leaned back and closed his eyes. Stunned, Alice didn't know what to say. 'Excuse me, do you mind getting out? I'm rather naked right now.' Or, 'This is a naked-only pool. Please kindly disrobe before entering.' Nothing seemed appropriate. Instead, she stuck to small talk.

"I, uh, I thought you were coming back tomorrow. How was Chicago?"

His eyes opened. "The meetings with the publishing house went well. I was supposed to go out tonight with a friend but he had a family emergency. Since all the business was wrapped up, I decided to come back early."

"That's good. With the publisher I mean," stammered Alice, a bit flustered. 

Will talked on about his meetings and the prospects of getting several short stories published in the next year. He stopped mid-sentence when he spied her clothes neatly folded on his deck. He looked at her, at her clothes, and back at her and started apologizing profusely.

"God! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have barged in before you invited me!" He rose to leave. "You must think I'm some kind of pervert."

"No! I don't," Alice protested, feeling bad for him. "It's my fault. I didn't know you'd be back so soon. I -" Words failed her for a moment, then she continued. "Please. Stay. It's OK - the lights are off and it's dark out."

Will turned his head toward her but not looking at her, one foot out. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. Just two conditions, though: 1, please don't think I'm a letch; and 2, you have to look at me when we're talking."

"Deal," he said and sat back down. "You know, from time to time if no one's around, I'll skinny-dip. Besides, I would never think you're a letch."

There was a snort of disbelief. If only you could see my dreams, thought Alice. Instead, she said, "I never asked you. What do you write about, what kind of stories?"

"People," was the vague answer. He still had a hard time looking at her. "Just everyday people. I don't write mysteries or psychological thrillers or comedies, although, everyday people are funny enough sometimes."

"Have you written about people around here?"

"Well," he paused, thinking. "It's not like that exactly. I might base a character on someone I know or combine different traits from different people, you know." He shrugged in the water. "Mostly short stories, but I am working on something longer, but not a novel, at least I don't think so." His voice trailed off and he was looking at the deck again. "I'm sorry, but we need to be on equal footing," and before Alice could protest, Will pulled off his swimsuit under water and tossed them on the deck.


"There! Even-steven. Where was I?" He was now looking her in the eye.

For the second time in the past five minutes, Alice was stunned into silence.

"Oh, yes," he continued. "Sometimes I don't know how long a story will be. Sometimes, the story and the characters come alive and take me where I didn't expect to go. The one I'm writing now is like that."

Alice found her voice again. "Have you based a character on me?" she asked in a coy voice.

Will shifted uncomfortably. "Maybe," was his reply.

"Can I read it sometime?"

"Maybe, I don't know. Sometimes I get to the end and what I've written isn't fit for human consumption. We'll see," he added.

Will changed the subject to the weather and Alice understood that he didn't want to talk about his writing any more. Lightning flashed far off over the lake but it was too distant to hear the thunder. They changed seats every five minutes or so, moving around the tub and once in a while their legs would brush against each other's in the water. And once, Alice realized her breasts were breaking the surface water, her nipples just poking out - Will gave no indication if he had noticed. The storm moved closer and now thunder was rolling across the open sky. The wind had picked up and large waves were crashing on the beach. It was time to get out.

Will offered to turn his back and watch the lake while Alice climbed out. She quickly dried off and wrapped the towel around her to protect her skin from the cold breeze - her nipples were rock hard. She turned her back as Will climbed out but, unable to resist, she snuck a peek at him. He was turned three-quarters away from her but she caught a glimpse of his semi-hard cock. Alice didn't believe the cold air caused it.

Will wrapped his towel around his waist and placed the cover over the spa, lashing it down. He picked up his suit and stood before her, her clothes in her arms. Alice shivered slightly, but she had no intention of going just yet.

"Well, goodnight Alice."

Instead of saying goodnight, Alice stepped toward him, leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. Will kissed her back gently and she stepped even closer, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him harder. Soon, they joined in a fierce hug, there mouths pressed hard together, their tongues mingling, slowly making their way to the warmth inside his house. Will pulled the door shut behind them, cutting off the wind and the noise of the surf and they dropped their clothes in a heap.

In one movement, their towels lay at their feet and they stood naked in his living room. He reached out, his hand running over the contours of her body until his hand cupped her breast. Leaning in, he kissed and licked her soft mound of flesh, his tongue teasing her nipple. Her hands gripped his hair as he moved over to the other breast making her nipples ache. He kissed down her stomach to the soft mound of pubic hair, his nosing pressing into her, soaking up her scent.

He licked her along her opening, and up over her clit. Her knees felt weak and she pulled him to his feet. They kissed again, and Alice felt his erection against her lower belly. She stepped back, her hand on his rod and knelt, taking him in her mouth, her tongue bathing his cock until his knees buckled. Alice stood up with a smile on her face.

"Take me to your bed," she commanded in a whispered voice.

Will led the way and pulled the comforter off the bed. Alice pushed him down on his back and straddled his body with her legs. Their bodies were illuminated by flashes of lighting. Thunder shook the ground. She kissed his face, his ears, his neck, moving southward, his chest, his nipples, his stomach, moving lower until the tip of his cock touched the underside of her chin, smearing it with pre-cum. She licked the head, her hand gripping it at the base, kissing down one side and up the other. Her lips wrapped just around the tip, sucking lightly as her tongue pressed against the opening. Will groaned in pleasure.

She slowly took him in, savoring all seven inches of his thick cock. Her pussy became wetter just thinking of it between her legs. Together, her hand and mouth pumped his cock, encouraged by the sounds coming from his mouth. She paused at the end, her tongue swirling.

"God, that feels great! If you don't stop, I'm going to come soon!" he warned.

Encouraged, Alice bobbed her head faster, listening to his breathing speed up until he was panting and begging her to not stop. She continued until she felt his body stiffen and he cried out as cum filled her mouth. She swallowed and sucked some more until nothing was left. She cleaned him up with her tongue and kissed her way up his body. He took her in his arms and kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth. When he caught his breath, he rolled her onto her back.

Alice closed her eyes as his mouth began a long journey down her body to her pussy, stopping for a while at her chest.  His lips, tongue and teeth teased her nipples until she moaned, her hands pushing his head down. The trip across her stomach was achingly slow as her desire and lust grew - she imagined she would burst the first moment his lips brushed her pussy. At last she felt his hot breath on her sex. She was dying with anticipation, waiting for the touch of his mouth on her wet pussy or engorged clit.

His fingers spread her labia wide and, almost imperceptibly, she felt his tongue glide along her slit. Her body shuddered slightly; he licked with a little more pressure and she moaned loudly. His mouth was like magic - his tongue plunged deeply into her, then up, circling her clit, and she felt pressure growing inside, the wave of her orgasm rising until his tongue flicked her clit - she cried out and spasms ran through her body. Will continued licking and she came again and again. Finally, he stopped - Alice was exhausted. He crawled up next to her and they dozed.

She awoke to the feeling of fingers stroking her pussy, running from the bottom of her slit to her clit. Soon, two fingers were inside her caressing her inner walls. He withdrew his fingers and licked her juices off. With one hand, his fingers stretched the skin around her clit, causing it to stand out. With his other hand he dipped two fingers into her dripping pussy, wetting them, before rubbing them quickly and firmly across her clit. Alice's whole body stiffened as every nerve ending buzzed in pleasure. Uncontrollable moans escaped her lips. He was masturbating her exactly the same way she did. Her cries of pleasure filled the room as an orgasm exploded through her body.

Will removed his hands and Alice lay gasping for breath, her heart pounding. No one had ever touched her like that. Kneeling between her legs, he guided his stiff pole to her love hole and with a little bit of pressure, slid smoothly inside up to the hilt. Her breath caught in her throat as his cock filled her pussy. Like a key in a lock, they were a perfect fit.

His hips rocked and soon they found a rhythm they both liked. Alice felt another orgasm building as he slid back and forth. Her legs wrapped around his body, the heel of her foot dug into his ass, telling him when to speed up; when to slow down; when to go deep; when to go shallow. Beads of sweat formed on their bodies as they made love. Involuntary noises escaped from her mouth with each thrust; Will grunted with every stroke, trying desperately to hold on until she came. Alice dug her fingers into his back and called out as her orgasm overtook her. Will kept thrusting and let out a long moan as his hot cream filled her pussy. He collapsed on the bed next to her and they quickly fell asleep.

Alice awoke some time later - how much later, she didn't know - to find Will's head between her legs, licking her slowly. He was on his hands and knees next to her, his feet near the pillow and she reached out and caressed his balls with her fingertips. His licking increased in intensity and she pulled his leg toward her head, shifting her body until she was faced with his genitals. She licked his cock and stroked it with her hand before raising her head to take him in her mouth. He sucked on her clit then flicked it rapidly with his tongue. Alice lay back and gasped.

Will rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him and resumed eating her out. Alice sucked on his cock eagerly as she felt the onset of another orgasm. She came, pressing her pussy hard against his face, her moans muffled by his cock. Her free hand played with his balls while her head bobbed quickly. Soon she heard his muffled moans. He licked faster and another orgasm washed over her. Alice took him as deeply as she could, her tongue milking his cock. He cried out, filling her mouth, cum dribbling out of the corners and down his shaft. Alice swallowed and licked his seed from his cock and balls. She fell asleep with her head on his chest, watching his cock slowly deflate. 

Alice woke up suddenly, bolting upright into a sitting position on the bed. The clock read 3:37AM and panic seized her.