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Escape

By: Carnal Syn



"Wine, dine, and 69 me," were the words, I felt were etched in day glow ink on my forehead for all the patrons of the country club to see, as my older-than-I date escorted me into the banquet room. Another hosh posh insipid gathering of old monied blue haired ladies with their tanned retired aristocrat husbands in toll, rich widowers and divorced high profile men with their show piece beauties draped on their arms, and, let's not forget the poor wannabes, who mortgage everything they own for the opportunity to keep up with the Jones.

I fit into the middle category, a show piece for a divorced 53 year old land developer/publisher; a handsome man with charm, wealth, class, and power outside the bedroom, but a major disappointment in bed, much to my dismay. I had committed to attending this bigwig shindig. A woman of my word, here I was attired in a black tight short dress, showing off my bodily charms with my reddish brown hair more than an accessory.

Realizing, bemusedly, that I was the only woman present in the testosterone circle, my date had encased himself within, I decided it was an appropriate time to visit the ladies' room. I was within 10 feet of the beckoning door when I was broad sided by one of the penguin-suited guests. Strong tuxedoed arms encircled my waist, preventing me from tumbling off my 2" black heels. I was nose to nose with an interesting pair of dismayed hazel eyes.

"Are you alright?" He inquired with concern. His voice had a trained smooth quality, a slight northern twang. "I'm sorry. I wasn't watching where my feet were heading."

"I'm good," I replied, "you're forgiven." I paused, waiting. "You can let go of me now. I've regained my equilibrium."

He reluctantly let his hands slide away from my waist, not moving. Smiling at me, his lips framed words but before they could escape, he was surrounded by a war party of blondes armed with silicone. I watched in amusement and surprise, as he seemed put out to be leaving.

Once in the ladies' room, I exchanged the usual polite mumbo jumbo. Eavesdropping, I heard someone mention that a good-looking Yankee was visiting someone, and how she would love to spread some southern charm all over him. Was it my bumper guy, I wondered? If so then, poor fellow, some one should warn him or at least give him a box of condoms along with a tetanus shot.

Looking as good as possible, I returned to the party at hand and found my date drooling over a peroxide princess. Relieved, I rescued some champagne. Sipping it, I rested my eyes on Mr. Demolition Derby. He was being entertained by a group of people I didn't know. I looked at him discreetly over my champagne glass. 

Handsome was not the proper term one should use to describe him. He was of medium build in great shape. Short, close cropped, dark hair flecked with gray, a man of around forty something. His smile brightened the whole room, hinting of mischief and humor. I wouldn't say exceptionally gorgeous, but close enough to it. I found him extremely sexy, but would deny it if asked.

Suddenly, his sparkling eyes were on me, causing me to look away, feeling guilty, as if caught with my hand in the cookie jar. Escaping his stare, I ventured over to the banquet table to examine its fine foods decorated with melon carvings and ice sculptures. I felt his presence before he spoke.

"More champagne?" he asked. I took the glass and smiled thanks. "What do you think of this fine art?" He was indicating the tacky swan ice sculpture. 

"Well," I said, "I was considering melting it with my x-ray vision, but have decided against it. I would probably get black balled, regardless of the fact that I am a super hero."

Not missing a beat, he asked, "So, where's your side kick? Or do you work alone?" 

I smiled, arching an eyebrow; "I usually work alone but might consider adding a side kick. Interested?" I flirted shamelessly. This was a very boring party. He had diversion written across that kissable forehead.

"Where do I apply?" he asked with a twinkle in his eye. The band struck up a tune. I grabbed his arm. "On the dance floor, if you pass, we'll discuss the next phase," I said as we followed an invisible trail to the sound of music.

His arms pulled me closer than the usual stranger would. I felt heady and giddy, dancing with him. We could do nothing but smile at each other. "You are very pretty," he bluntly said. "Even if you are a super hero'', he added. 

I laughed, titling my head back, my hair bouncing around my face. Raw desire was unveiled in his eyes for an unguarded moment. My breath caught. A heat ran through my body like fire down a trail of gasoline. His grip on me tightened. I could feel him stirring against my lower stomach. My panties dampened, knowing this.

I pulled away slightly to look at him. He pulled me back, pressing me even closer than before. His mouth at my ear, his breath tickling my skin, he whispered, "You are a delight, Miss Superhero." Then he placed a strategic kiss along my jaw line. I shivered in response. An uncharacteristic animalistic urge took control of me. I wanted him badly, urgently and now.

I pushed against him, feeling him harden to another degree. A gasp escaped his lips. We stopped dancing looking intently at each other.

I whispered, "Madness!" shivering in his raw sexual embrace.

He answered;"Pleasure!" in a tone that implied plenty to come.

In that instance I let karma take her spontaneous hand to guide us off the dance floor, through the front entrance, towards the valet parking. His hand was on my elbow very possessively. I did not hesitate. I handed the valet my date's sports car keys that I had because most likely I would have to drive his drunken ass home later. We sped off in a cloud of smoke and squealing tires, laughing like children on a roller coaster ride.

The first beaten path we saw, I took. We were suddenly quiet as the silence of the woods around us became deafening. I shut off the ignition. He pulled me into a hungry embrace. Our mouths finally knowing the delicious taste of our lust.

On one accord, we got out of the tight fitting car, meeting at the hood. Pinning me against it, he started kissing me again. My neck my shoulders, my ears, his tongue finally flicking against mine. Our kisses smeared my lipstick on both our faces. His hand found my knee and glided up under my skirt, pausing at the top of my silky thigh high stockings, fingers caressing flesh.

Thrusting his tongue deeper into my mouth while wrapping his free hand in my red hair, he brutally ripped my silk black thongs off. The elastic bit into my flesh, as his teeth bit and pulled my quivering lower lip.

He slid a finger across my wet pussy lips. My body reacted violently. I watched him pull away from me to bring his hand to his face. Eyes half veiled, he examined his finger which was shiny wet from my juices. He placed it in his mouth, sucking loudly. The enjoyment on his face resembled a rapturous state.

"More," he said as he lifted me unto the warm car hood. Spreading my legs apart, he dove in headfirst. No, I should say, tongue first. He licked and sucked my throbbing sensitive clit and swollen pussy lips until they were beyond pouting and puffiness. I buried my hands in his short hair, urging with my hips, grinding against his talented mouth. Oh, the pleasure, I felt. The satin feel of his tongue played my clit like the purest of songs ever sung.

I cried out, "Oh my God, I'm going to cum." As I rained his smooth face with my cum, he lapped it up, as a cat would cream. He didn't stop, but he did add two fingers inside without debate. He found my G-spot, slowly rubbing my secret hot spot. I felt the resulting effects deep inside.

This orgasm was over whelming and violent. My soaking pussy jerked against his massaging fingers. To my horror, I sprayed him with wetness. He moaned loudly, licking it off my pouting pussy lips and sensitive clit. He moved his body over mine. I felt this huge hardness through his pants, on my creamy thigh. His face was so shiny from my juices. I captured it between my hands and proceeded to lick my taste off him. He was busy undoing his pants, releasing the pressure of his cock. I trembled at the warmth and wetness of its tip on my thigh. He proceeded to rub the purple fat head against my swollen clit.

With strength I didn't know I possessed, I pushed him away, falling to my knees on the grass. My delicate mouth found his torrid cock with ease. He made a small sound of pleasure, rocking against my face, pushing my hair from my face. I looked up catching his eyes. Not looking away, I flicked my tongue on the back of his shaft, as my mouth moved up and down sucking. The front of my lower teeth rubbed gently against the back of the head. He cried out, "No, not yet!"

He roughly pulled me by the arms until our bodies were pressed tight. My mouth found his. With our lips and tongues clinging, he pushed me against the hood and savagely entered me. His cock was huge and so rock hard, filling my wanton pussy. Our bodies were perfectly matched, making the carnal pleasure complete. Our erotic rhythm and thrusting sent shivers through our heated bodies. We were hungrily kissing madly.

I stared coming, digging my nails in his shoulders, my hips bucking under him. He fucked me hard, whispering, "oh baby" in my ear. I couldn't stop cumming; I could feel our wetness and hear the moist sounds we made.

Incredibly, I could feel him harden even more, his cock twitching against my G-spot, rubbing and bumping over it. His thrust became harder and frantic, sweat beading on his forehead. He pulled all the way out then thrust in so hard that my body moved upwards. This was too much for us both. I screamed and bit his shoulder, as I came rapidly on his torrid maleness. 

He let out a series of cries as he came. I felt his hot release inside me. His body shook, his thrusting slowing down. The sounds he made were low animal rumblings. He pushed the hair from my eyes, smiling he lightly kissed me. "Heaven " he said sensually and with satisfaction.

I reached up and wiped sweat off his face. He watched as I licked my fingers. "Salty" I said. He laughed. We both smiled lost in a state of total bliss. He pulled me up, sliding his cock out of me. Wetness saturated every thing. He embraced me for a long time, our bodies molded together as one. With great regret, he released me, kissing my forehead, whispering a sweet nothing.

Silently, afraid to speak of the intense pleasure we had just experienced, we adjusted our clothing back to their proper state. Walking over to the driver's side of the car, I came upon my ripped beyond repair undies. He stood smiling as I placed them upon a low hanging branch of a tree nearby, as a testament of our afternoon delight.

In a comfortable silence, holding hands, we drove back to the country club. He leaned over to kiss me while the valet watched us with a knowing smirk, which he made no attempt to hide, upon his face. Our eyes burned into each other's heart and soul, searing a most unforgettable feeling of total fantasy never to be undone in our life times. 

"Not bad for a superhero, love." He said as we walked through the entrance. We paused unnoticed in the blur of party activities to once again look at each other. The silence we spoke was deafening, but the emotions of what could be were even louder. He moved his lips to speak. I hurriedly covered his mouth my fingers, silencing him. His quickly kissed them. 

A troop of plastic squealed, "There you are," sweeping him away. Our eyes locked in mutual amusement as their tanned bodies and short dresses shrouded him from my eyes. I could still feel him inside me, the evidence of our passion drying on my thighs. My date's hand on my arm made it all so unreal.

"I have missed you, darling," he said. "Where did you disappear to?" I just smiled secretively, not answering. With his arm encircling my waist, he ushered me back to his world and reality.

Escape



It was a very warm summer morning -- as I looked at the clock in our room it said 8:43. It was Tuesday morning, the house was in good shape, and everyone was gone for the next two days. I had taken the week off of work, I was alone, and I was going to take advantage of that fact. 

I was still dripping wet as I walked back in the bathroom and tied my hair in a towel and looked in the mirror. I liked what I saw. My body was in the best shape it had been in for years as I had been working out regularly. My 5'7" frame was tight and I had to say I didn't look or feel like I was 44 years old. My 36D breasts are perfectly shaped, and I would put them up against anyone half my age. I had neatly trimmed my pussy and shaved the lips clean. As I reached between my legs it felt smooth and soft. I spun around and looked at my ass in the mirror, and I have to say it looked good too. The working out had not only helped me to lose the 15 extra pounds I was carrying around, but it had done wonders to tighten my ass. I slid my robe over my shoulders. Our jetted tub had felt wonderful, and had left me half tired and, I have to say, more than a little horny.

My husband had left a couple of hours earlier to check on one of his jobs that was in a town 200 miles away, and he would be gone for two more days. My daughter was away at summer camp for the rest of the week. I had the whole house to myself for two days, and I had a list of things that I was going to do. I had taken the time off mostly to relax. The stress of work was getting to me. I work for a construction firm, and I am supposed to be the office manager, but I spend much of my time working on the job. I love my job, and I love the attention I get from the rest of the workers. It is sometimes nice being the only woman around the job. I get plenty of stares while I work, and the guys have made me feel like just another one of the gang. That has its advantages and disadvantages though. Sometimes, you get to feel like just one of the guys. 

Dressing in jeans and work clothes every day has definitely been a blow to my ego. I love to dress in a way that lets people see my feminine side. During the warm summer months I am often able to wear shorts and a tank top to work. It is fun to watch as the other workers enjoy the view. It is definitely a boost to my confidence when I wear something sexy, and the men I work with notice it. 

Today was my day. I was going to take my time and dress in something that made me feel good about myself. Even though I was going to spend the day alone, I wasn't going to wear jeans and a work shirt. I was going to wear something to make me feel excited and exciting. 

I remember that I took a little extra time getting ready that morning. I let my robe fall free while I went into the bathroom and straightened and blow dried my hair and then put on my makeup. When I went into the closet, I pretty much knew what I wanted to wear. I had found it on sale about a week earlier, and I knew I would love it the minute I lay my eyes on it. It was a summer dress with bright flower print on it. It had thin spaghetti straps to hold it up, and it had large buttons every inch or so all the way up the front of it. The cut was low enough without any buttons undone to show off my cleavage, and it was a very short dress that only went half way down my thigh. It was thin enough to almost see through, and when the light was just right it allowed for a nice view of what was underneath. 

My husband always loves for me to show my cleavage and wear revealing outfits. I playfully fight him on it, but I have to admit that I do enjoy the attention I get when I wear something revealing. I slipped in to the summer dress and looked in the mirror. It looked great, and I looked great. Now all I needed to do was to find something to put on underneath. Today I was feeling a little extra sexy, so when I opened my lingerie drawer, my hand went right to my pink g-sting. It was made of the thinnest of material and had a diamond studded heart on the back that held the three tiny strings together which came across my body and down between my legs. 

As I slid the wisp of material up my legs and felt it slide against my nether region, I felt a little shot of electricity go through my body. I spent a little extra time on my hair and makeup this morning, and I even took the time to paint my finger nails and toe nails. I was now ready to start my day, and I felt great. 

The neighbor across the street always enjoys the view when I am outside working in the yard, so I got a little bit of a nasty thought, and I decided to walk out in front and find something to do. It was a good test for me to see how good I actually looked today. If I could draw him out of his house, it would make me feel like I still had something to show off with. I even decided to undo the top button of my dress. This showed a lot of cleavage and almost showed my nipples, but today I was feeling extra sexy.

Well, it didn't take long to get him to come out of his house and walk right over to me. I would have to say it was even a world record. By the time I made it to the mailbox to check the mail, he was there next to me, saying good morning. I knew the mail wasn't there yet, but checking the mailbox took me right over by his house. 

"Good morning Deb. How's your day going?"

"Just fine Tom. You having a good day?"

"In fact I am. It's going to be another warm day, and I'm headed up to the lake in about an hour with a buddy to go fishing for the next couple of days."

It was fun to see him talk to me, especially after he realized that if he looked close enough he could see through my dress enough to tell I wasn't wearing a bra, and that I only had a tiny pair of panties on. To be honest, I could even feel a little wetness developing between my legs as I watched him looking at me while he stammered his words a bit. 

Tom had come on to me several times in the past. In fact a time or two I had let him get to first base. One morning we were on our way up the stairs after I had showed him our basement, and I was wearing a short skirt and a tank top. He was walking up the stairs in front of me, and when he got to the landing half way up the stairs he suddenly turned around. He told me how great I looked and how I turned him on. I can't remember any more of his exact words, but I do remember that as he said them he was leaning over towards me. 

Before I knew it, his lips were on mine, and his tongue was in my mouth. I didn't resist, but opened my mouth to let his tongue inside. He maneuvered me so that my back was against the wall, and he slid his body up against mine. Before I knew it, he had his hand on my breast, and he was rubbing my boobs through my top. I could feel his cock getting hard against me as we kissed and he played with my breast. Then in a very quick motion he slid his hand under my tank top and started to knead my breasts. The attention was certainly a turn-on, and I really have a difficult time hurting guys' feelings, so I thought it would be fine for him to play with my breasts for a few minutes. In fact, as I felt his hard-on sliding against my hip, I decided that turn-around was fair play, so as our tongues danced, I slid my hand right down his shorts and started rubbing his cock. When I first put my hand on it, I noticed that it was a very thick cock. It wasn't the longest I had ever felt, but it certainly felt like the thickest cock I had ever felt. 

As I rubbed his cock, he broke our kiss and slid one of my breasts out of my top. He put his mouth on it and started to lick and kiss it all over. He worked his way around my breast coming closer and closer to the nipple as he tongued and kissed the entire lobe. When he finally reached my nipple, I guess I didn't do a very good job in hiding my excitement as I let out a very audible moan. I guess that, and the fact that my hand had slid down his shaft and was rubbing his balls and his cock at the same time was all he could take, because right then I felt him start to shudder and shake. His cock started to pulse, and I felt as his cum shot out of the head of his cock and into the palm of my hand. 

I continued to rub his cock as he moved his mouth back to mine. Then when we broke the kiss a few minutes later, I told him he better get home and clean up before his wife got home or she would wonder why his shorts were all sticky. We both laughed, and we finished our ascent up the stairs. 

I was left with a sticky hand that I went in and washed off and with a very wet pussy that didn't get satisfied until my husband came home from work that evening and he made love to me while I told him about the day's events. My husband, loves to hear about my little flings.

It had been a couple of months since that time, but Tom and I hadn't done anything other than the occasional small talk and neighborly flirting until now, although I have to admit I really wondered how a cock as thick as his would feel inside me.

"That sounds like a fun time. I hope you catch a bunch of fish. By the way, where's your wife, I haven't seen her around all week?"

"She went to see her daughter for the week. She won't be back until Monday. I'm living the bachelor's life until then I guess. I even have to make my own coffee" he said as he held out an empty cup. "In fact I'm just about to pour another cup. I know you don't drink coffee, but how about coming over for some orange juice or something, and we can get out of this hot sun."

I started to brush him off. I had never been in his house alone with him, and I knew an invitation into his house was an invitation to continue our earlier explorations, but I was feeling a little on the wild side this morning, so as I started to say something like "I'm really too busy" what actually came out of my mouth was "I'm feeling a little hot too. Maybe it would be good to get into a cool house and have a cup of orange juice or something. My husband and daughter are out of town for a couple of days, so what could be wrong with a bachelor and a bachelorette having something to drink together in the morning."

We both laughed a little at that.

Tom was quite the gentleman and he let me lead the way to his front door. You have to climb about twenty steps to get to his front door, so Tom walked close behind me as we walked up the stairs. I'm sure that his eyes were all over my ass, and with the sun shining on my skirt I'm sure he could see right through my dress. Walking in front of him knowing that he was getting horny while he looked at me was having a very exciting effect on me too.

When we got to the door, he opened it to let me in. As he did, I took the opportunity to look down at Tom's shorts, and I could tell that I was having an effect on him. I could see the bulge in his shorts as he opened the door and walked into the house. 

We went to the kitchen and he got a glass, opened the refrigerator and poured a cup of orange juice for me as I took a seat at the bar. He then poured himself a cup of coffee and walked over to the seat next to mine. I was sitting with my legs together at the bar but facing toward him instead of toward the bar. I don't know if it was the cold air from the air conditioner after being in the warm sun or whether it was the fact that I looked at his shorts when he sat down and noticed the size of the bulge, but my nipples suddenly got as hard as nails. In fact I could feel them poking against my very thin dress, and as I looked from Tom's crotch to his eyes I immediately realized that he noticed them too. 

It was time for small talk, and I had to think fast. "Well, I guess I'm going to be all alone around here with the Jones in Las Vegas, Eric and Rene up at their cabin for the week, my husband and daughter out of town and you going up fishing." I don't know what I'll do with myself."

We both smiled at that comment, but his was a bit of a mischievous smile as he said "I can certainly call my buddy and tell him I can't go up fishing if it is company you're looking for the next couple of days."

His smile was one of hope, and I could see in his eyes that he was willing to give up his trip to go fishing if I just said the word, but I couldn't do that to him, so I reached over and patted him on his bare leg and said "I couldn't have you give up fishing for me. I'll be fine here all by myself. I have plenty to do. I need to work on my summer tan and there is plenty of yard work to do too." 

As I went to pull my hand back from his leg, his hand fell on top of mine, and he held my hand there as he got out of his chair and slid himself towards me. He let go of my hand when he had maneuvered himself in front of my knees and as he said "I'de be happy to stay here and just rub sun tan lotion on you while you lay out" he put one hand on each knee and gently pushed them in opposite directions so that his body was now between my legs. 

I have to admit that I didn't put up a ton of resistance at that time. His body was feeling very good next to mine, and I let my knees separate and my thighs spread apart as he slid his body up to mine. 

Tom always goes around in the summer with no shirt and just a pair of shorts. Today was no exception, and as he slid himself between my legs I placed the palms of my hands on his hairy chest to hold him back, but it did little good as my hands rubbed around on his chest while he continued to move his body into mine. As our lips touched, my resistance became worthless as my hands slid off of his chest and around his back. His tongue began to explore my mouth as my hands slid down his back and over his shorts. His hands slid up my thighs as I used my hands to pull his ass towards me so I could feel his hardness against my now swelling lips. 

His hands continued up my thighs until they found the edge of my sheer, tiny panties. I moaned audibly into his mouth as he slid his fingers over my now wet panties. His hands then moved up my body, and they were replaced with the hardness of his cock as it strained to get out of his shorts, pressed against my very excited pussy lips. His hands went to my breasts, and the feel of his fingers as they slid around my breasts and nipples was almost more than I could take. With all of my inhibitions lost by now, I reached my hands back around the front of Tom's shorts and slid them up and down the outside of his shorts outlining his thick cock with my fingers. 

I reached down for the snap on his shorts, and I slid them down over his waist and let them fall to the floor as he continued to massage my breasts in a way that had me continually moaning into his mouth. It was more than I could take, and I wanted, no I needed to feel the thickness of his cock inside of me. With his shorts now on the floor it was much easier to put my hands inside of his boxers and slide my hands up and down the shaft of his cock. I slid my hands down until they rubbed over his balls and under the bottom side of his thick shaft. When I pulled his shaft out of his boxers I held it in two hands. It was so thick that one hand would not wrap completely around it. In fact, it was the thickest shaft I had ever felt in my life. 

As he stood between my legs, I noticed that his cock was the perfect height to slide into me while I sat on the bar stool. I was certainly ready to have him inside me as my panties were as wet as could be by now. With both of my hands wrapped around his cock, I slid the head of his organ up and down my panty-covered lips until I could feel the wetness of his pre-cum combining with the wetness between my legs. Our tongues continued to dance as we continued to get hotter and hotter. 

I could now feel him pumping his hips forward in an attempt to slide his cock inside of me. My hands remained around his shaft as I slid his cock up my pink panties until the head of his cock rested over my swollen clit. Tom pushed his hips forward one more time and that was all it took to drive me to my first orgasm of the day. My body began to tremble as I almost bit his tongue while we were kissing. I pulled him closer to me and the trembling continued for what seemed like several minutes. 

Usually one orgasm is enough to satisfy me at any time, but as I came down from what had been an earth shattering orgasm, all I could think about was how I had to have his fat cock inside of me. It wasn't enough for it to touch my clit and get it off. I wanted him inside of me. In fact I had to have him filling me. I lost all composure and did something I have never done before. I broke our kiss and moved my head to the side of his face and half whispered and half moaned into his ear "I have to have you inside me - now. I need to feel you inside me."

He slid one of his hands down from my breast as he began to nibble on my neck, and put his fingers under the material of my panties and pulled them to the side. While I held the shaft of his cock in my hands, he put first one, and then two fingers into my waiting pussy. He slid them in and out a few times to see that I was wet enough, and then he helped me by putting his hands over mine, and he guided me until the tip of his cock was directly over my pussy. I can't describe how good it felt as he slowly pulled my hands away from his cock with his free hand while he continued to push his hips forward and slowly slid his cock inside of me until he was buried all of the way. 

As he began to pull back to begin to pump, I held his ass firm and asked him "please stay there for a minute. That feels so good and full. I love that feeling." He held himself still as I felt the fullness of his cock inside of me. What a wonderful feeling. I released my pressure on his ass, and he started to pump. It felt so good as he pumped towards an orgasm for both him and me.

But all of the sudden everything changed. First I barely heard it over the sound of my moans and his heavy breathing, but there was a knock on the front door. It seemed so far away, but it pulled me out of my trance just a little. Then the door opened, and we heard a man's voice "Tom, you ready to go?" 

Everything from that second on happened so fast. Tom pulled back, and I heard a pop as his cock slid out of my wetness. Then he was back in his shorts in record time while he yelled out "just a minute, Rob, we're right back here." 

Before Roh could get to the kitchen, I had pulled my dress down, and Tom had run behind the counter to hide his still-shrinking hard-on. It was almost funny how fast everything happened. Rob walked into the kitchen just as Tom reached across the bar and grabbed his coffee mug. "I'm just having a cup of coffee with my neighbor, Debbie. Deb, you've met Rob before haven't you." 

It took all my energy just to say "yes" as I was still feeling the emptiness between my legs that I wasn't ready for. Then, I gained enough strength to say "so you two are going up to the lake to go fishing, huh. Well I hope you have a great trip. The lake sure sounds like a great place to be on a hot day like today."

"Well, I better be going and let you two get on your way. Thanks for the cup of orange juice Tom, and good luck to both of you." 

Tom walked with me out to the front door, and closed the door behind us as we walked outside. "Thanks for the greatest morning of my life, and I can't wait to finish what we started."

"Well, good luck at the lake, and I can't wait to finish it either. Sorry I'm sending you up there without relief." I smiled and said.

"Oh, it'll just give me something to think about while I wait for the fish to bite" he laughed, and with that he gave me a big kiss on the cheek and I was on my way down the stairs as he hurriedly opened the door and went back inside. 

Our cul-de-sac looked like it was going to be deserted as I walked up the street to my front door. With everyone gone in the neighborhood, and me all alone at the end of the cul-de-sac, I knew the day was going to be peaceful. I was more than happy to be alone on the street today, as I walked back to the house.




Escape



Once inside my first thought was to go get out of my soaked panties and change, but as I lifted my dress and felt my panties, a little jolt of electricity shot through me and I decided to keep them on instead of taking them off just to keep my thoughts on what had happened. The feeling of his fat cock inside of me was one of the most intense feelings I had had in a long time, and I wanted to remember the feeling for a long time to come since I was alone.

My thoughts were interrupted by the ring of the phone. I went over and saw that it was my friend, Ann calling. My first thought was to let it ring and let the answering machine get it, but I just had to tell her about the morning's activities so I answered it.

"This is Debbie" I said, forgetting that it wasn't a work call.

"What are you doin'?" I heard on the phone as Ann greeted me in her common way.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me."

"Well, you know our neighbor, Tom, the one who is always checking me out, and who I'm always teasing..." I began.

"Yea, you keep telling me that one day you're going to make him a happy man" Ann responded.

"Well, today was that day." I said.

For the next twenty minutes I sat on the couch looking out the front window and telling Ann all about the morning adventure as I watched Tom and Rob getting their boat ready to go. It was funny to watch Rob continue to look over at the house. Although I don't think he could see me through the window, I'm sure I know what he was thinking about. On my part, it seemed as though the whole time I told Ann what had happened I couldn't pull my hand away from my still-wet panties. I was massaging my nether region with one hand while I held the phone with the other. 

I finally watched as Tom and Rob pulled away in the motor home with the boat behind them. I was alone on the block, and I was excited to both be alone and to think about what had transpired during the morning.

It was a few minutes later that I said goodbye to Ann and decided to go upstairs for a nap before I moved on to doing some other things in the afternoon. It was 11:30 now, and the day was wearing on. 

I had just gotten up to the bed, and had slid my hand under my little pink panties when there was a knock at the door. "Who could that be ruining a perfectly good day" I thought almost out loud. I slid out from beneath the sheets and went downstairs to see who could be at the house at this time of the day. 

When I got to the front door, I looked out and saw a police officer at the front of my house. He knocked again as I opened the door, and you could tell he was taken back when he looked in to see me. "Hey.. hel-lo, maaam. I am Officer Martin. I don't want you to be alarmed, but we have had an escape from the state prison a few miles from here, and we are going from door to door to see if you've seen anyone suspicious in the area." The whole time he talked he couldn't take his eyes off of my breasts. I finally looked down and noticed that my top two buttons of my summer dress were undone, and my breasts had practically fallen out. The tops of my areolas were showing over my dress.

Normally I would have hurried to button the two buttons up, but I was enjoying the attention, and I could tell by looking at the young officer that he was enjoying the view, so I left them unbuttoned as I said "I haven't seen anything suspicious, but do you want to come in the house and check to see what you find? I'd be glad to have you come in and check whatever you want to.' 

The young officer started to step in the door when a distant siren went off, and he thought better of it. "I'de love to come in and give you, a, or a your house a thorough searching, but I can't right now. We're looking for two fugitives that we have to catch. If you do see anything suspicious or need your house checked out, you can call me at this number." He said as he handed me his card.

"Are they dangerous," I asked.

"The two men who we're looking for aren't known to be dangerous, but you can never tell in a situation like this, so don't confront them, if you see them, whatever you do. Anyway, we don't think they're anywhere near here. We're just going around to homes as a precaution." He said as he started walking toward his squad car while continuing to look back at me.

"Good luck", I said, as the officer tripped a little over the crack in our driveway. He turned red, smiled at me, walked to his car and drove away.

I can't believe the mood I was in. I just wanted to finish what I had started earlier in the morning, and I was going out of my way to say things that moved the situation in that direction. I felt like I would have been all over the UPS driver if he would have come to the door right then. 

I sat and watched the officer drive away in his car from the front door, and turned to go back upstairs to the bedroom when I heard the back door open. I walked towards the back of the house, and I was frozen in mid step with fright at what I saw. It was two very large, very frightening looking black men standing in my family room just inside the door. They both wore coveralls like you would find in a prison, and they both were out of breath from running a long ways.

I stood there, unable to move, unable to speak. I was so frightened that I couldn't even say a word. One of them came across the family room and over to where I stood as I just stared at him. He grabbed my arm and spun me around, wrapped both of his arms around me and placed his hand over my mouth as he said "maam you best be as quiet as you can if you know what's good for you". I could feel that he was strong enough to break me in half, but he didn't hurt me. He didn't hold me harshly or try to inflict pain on me although I knew that I was in his control, and at that moment, whether I had wanted to pull myself free or not, I would not have been able to.

"What do we do with the lady, Charlie?" were the next words out of his mouth. 

"Take her up stairs, Will, and tie her up or sumthin. She don't look like she's gonna cause us any trouble, but make sure she don't go callin' on the phone or screamin' or sumthin like that."

"Cum here wit' me lady. And if you know what's good fur ya, y'll do what I say. We don't wanna hurt ya or nuttin, but we'll do what we haf to, so don't go doin' anythin' stupid." He told me as he took hold of my arm and led me up the stairs.

As you get to the top of the stairs in our house, our bedroom is the first door at the landing. Our bed is situated such that it is just inside the door. So when we got to the top of the stairs, he led me into my room and sat me on the bed. The amazing thing about this man, Will, was that he controlled me easily with his power, but although with his strength he could have hurt me with the way he grabbed me, there seemed to be some tenderness in him. He didn't try to hurt me or handle me harshly.

As we got to the bedroom I could hear the one named Charlie closing the blinds in the downstairs so that people would not be able to see in. Will looked to me and in a voice that was as reassuring as possible told me "we ain't here to hurt ya maam. We just need some place to rest for a few hours till' it gets dark. If you don't do anything stupid we will all be ok, and we will leave after dark. You ok with that?"

I was still scared beyond belief, and all I could do is shake my head in the affirmative as I sat on the edge of my four poster king sized bed and looked into his eyes. I did notice for the first time as I did look into his eyes, that his eyes also had fear in them, although as I looked at him I saw his eyes now look down from my eyes to my body. I looked at him as the fear in his eyes started to change to something a little different. I could see that his eyes liked what he saw. I looked at his eyes as he looked down at my breasts and over my stomach to my bare thighs as my dress was riding high on my thighs at this time. I could see the fear in his eyes changing to want and desire, and I felt a stir deep in my private area as I knew he was now looking at me with sexual desire.

He took a long gaze at my body before I saw his emotional state change, and he spoke again. "Lady, where's sumthin' I can use to tie you up with? I don't want to hurt you, but I do have to make sure you stay right here for a while."

I thought for a while as my fear started to be replaced by a since of excitement, and I got to the point where I could speak. "My husband has ties in our closet if you want to use those." I can't believe I thought of my husband's ties. We had used them before when he had tied me up to control me during some of our passionate sex games, and that is what came to mind when this man asked me what he could use.

"Show me where they are" he directed me as he reached out to grab me. He took my hand and helped me up from the bed. He didn't drag me off of the bed which made me start to feel even more comfortable with him. 

I led him through our master bathroom where there is a large Jacuzzi tub and past the shower into our closet. As we stepped into the walk-in closet, I could feel him behind me in this small, confined space as I told him "there they are -- right there". I pointed to the rack of about fifty ties my husband keeps, although he rarely wears them any more.

"Grab a bunch of those" he said, as I felt his body rub against mine.

I took about ten of them from the rack and turned around to walk out. He was right there, towering above me and I felt his body rub against me as I turned around. He was a very large man. He must have been six feet five inches tall and weighed over two hundred and fifty pounds, but he didn't look to have any extra weight on him. In fact as I looked up his body, his arms were as big around as tree trunks. I looked up at his face, and I could see that he was looking down at me -- not at my eyes, but down into my cleavage and into the visible chasm created by the unbuttoned buttons on my sun dress. Again, I felt a stir from deep within my loins, and we stood for a moment, with my chest touching his stomach and our bodies against each other before he turned and walked out of the closet. I followed him back to the room without him holding my arm or my hand. Although my fear had not completely gone away, it was starting to subside and was being replaced by some kind of animal magnetism.

He told me to get on the bed when we got back into the room, so I did what I was told. I sat down on the side of the bed, and he took my legs with his very large hands and lifted them up onto the bed. He then walked to the headboard where he tied one of the ties to the top headboard. He than asked me for my hand. I gave it to him without resistance, and he tied the other end of the tie to my wrist. He tied it tight, but when he finished tying it, he asked "does that hurt?" 

I looked him in the eyes and said "no, it's fine. Thanks for asking."

As he stepped to the footboard and took my leg in his hands, he said "look, lady, we really don't want to hurt you. We just got to get out of here without getting caught. My friend and I can't go back to prison. We don't belong there, and we ain't goin' back." 

As he was speaking, he tied a tie to the footboard and then tied the other end of the tie to my ankle. My dress had ridden up high on my thigh by now, but I didn't make a gesture to pull it down to cover the tops of my thighs. I continued to look into his face, but he wasn't looking at my face any more, his stare was fixed on my legs. I could tell he could see right up the little bit of dress that covered the tops of my thighs, and with my legs somewhat spread as they were, he could see up to my sheer pink panties.

Again, as he finished tying the tie around my ankle, he asked, "that ok?"

"It feels fine" I replied as he walked around the bottom of the bed and to the other side of the footboard, never taking his eyes off of my upper thighs. As he reached the other side of the footboard, he tied another tie to the post on that side. This time, his hand didn't grab my ankle, but he came up along the side of the bed and placed his hand on the inside of my thigh about half way up my thigh, and he gently pulled it toward that side of the bed. He raised the thigh up before he slid it toward the other side of the bed causing my dress to raise so that my thighs were totally exposed now. I started to move my free hand to cover myself with the dress, but as I did without saying a word, he motioned his hand toward mine in a gesture that told me not to touch the dress. He did so without ever taking his gaze off of my thighs and my panties which were now completely visible. I quickly withdrew my hand, and put it against the headboard as I hoped he didn't hear the gasp of air that came from my mouth, and I hoped he could not see the wetness that had now become visible through my panties. 

Now he looked into my eyes, and the fear came back to me. He didn't hide what he was thinking. I could read it in his eyes, and as I looked down to the center of his jump suit, I could see what he was thinking from the very large tent that had formed there. I lay there staring up at him, I was now the one that was captured and he was the captor. But the feelings that were stirring deep inside of me made me realize, I had no intention of attempting escape. 

He stepped up until his pelvis was even with my face, and he reached down and took my arm right under my shoulder. As he did so, he "accidentally" slid his hand across my breast - a shiver went up my spine, goose bumps seemed to form all over my body, and I could feel the dampness building between my legs. Again, I hoped he didn't hear the changing of my breathing as I let out a soft moan. 

"You sure are one perty lady, Ma'am" he said as he slid my arm upwards towards the headboard. "I didn't even get your name yet."

I didn't know how to respond to the compliment, so all I could manage to reply was "Debbie -- my name is Debbie. Did I hear the other man call youWill.?"

"Will's my name and my partner's name is Charlie. I guess you'll find that out soon enough on the news though, whether we get caught or not." 

I managed to come out with "Well, Will -- I'm Debbie. Thanks for not hurting me. I guess you could do whatever you want to me and I couldn't do anything about it. You won't hurt me will you?"

"His eyes went from my face down my body, over my now heaving breasts and to the spot between my legs where my panties were now totally uncovered as my dress had come up to where it showed them. 

His stare remained between my legs as he moved his large black hand down to my thigh and rubbed it from my knee to just below my crotch in a circular motion as he replied "no ma'am... I mean Debbie. I ain't gonna hurt you. You can be sure of that."

I knew he could see the excitement in me as he continued to stare at my panties as he now took his large hand from my thigh and took my hand in his as he stood on the side of the bed by the headboard. I still don't know if it was him or me, but one of us pulled my hand right to his crotch, and I quickly wrapped it around a portion of his cock. He did nothing to move it for a moment as he continued to gaze at my nether region, and my hand wrapped around the end of his cock which was standing at attention just under his jumpsuit. By now I did nothing to try to hide my excitement. I was certain he could see the wetness of my panties, and as I felt his cock and he stared at me, I instinctively raised my pussy up off of the mattress. For a moment, we stayed there with him staring at me as I humped my pussy into the air, and rubbed his cock. 

He finally came out of his trance as we both heard the sound of the TV come on downstairs. We knew it had to be his partner who was looking for any information he could get on the news, and as he came back into the present, he quickly pulled my hand up to the headboard and said "Debbie, you sure know how to get a man excited. You make me want to jump right in that bed with you and rip those panties off you. I can't say I'm not gonna to do that, but right now I need to make sure I'm safe.

He made quick work of tying my last wrist to the headboard before he asked whether it felt ok. I replied that it didn't hurt but that it was tight, and he started to walk around the bed and out through the door, all the time keeping his eyes on my still-visible panties. That didn't help the wetness nor the need for relief go away.

I could hear Will and Charlie talking downstairs for about five minutes. I couldn't hear everything they said, but I did hear them make a decision to stay put at least until night fall if no one was going to be around. I heard someone walking up the stairs, and Will came back into the room.

"When's your old man goin' to be back home?" he asked as he stepped into the room.

I didn't try to lie, nor did I want to. "He's gone for a couple of days and won't be back until tomorrow night or the next day" I told him truthfully.

"You expecting anyone else to come 'round tonight?" he asked with his eyes moving back and forth between my eyes and my body.

"No. I'm here alone until he comes back home" I told him.

"You ain't lyin' to me are you?" he asked again.

"I swear. That's the truth. I have no reason to lie." I told him as he ran his eyes across my body. "You can do whatever you want with me until then. No one will know, and I won't tell anyone. I promise" I added, not knowing why, only realizing that his stare was driving me crazy.

"I'm goin' to go in and take a shower right now. You better be good while I'm in there. I haven't had any rest since we went on the run, and Charlie's downstairs sleepin'" he told me. "He sleeps real light." He added.

He walked towards the bathroom and started to zip down the front of his jump suit as he walked across the bedroom. He pulled the top of his jump suit down over his broad shoulders, and I noticed myself biting my lower lip as I watched him walk into the bathroom. I strained to see him as he walked through the door and into the bathroom. He left the door open, and I was glad about that as I could see into the bathroom through the mirrored door on our armoire. I watched as he began to pull down his jump suit over his muscular body. He walked out of my view, as his jump suit fell to the floor, and I heard the water being started in the shower. 

I heard the shower door open and close followed by the sound of water running over his body, and I strained to see if the mirror would allow me to see him in the shower, but I couldn't see him from where I lay. 

As he showered I worked to try and free one of my hands from the ties, but he had tied them too well, and I couldn't free a hand. I knew than that if I had freed my hand I wouldn't have escaped, but I would have used the hand to provide much needed pressure to my aching pussy. I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the minute, and I longed to give myself some relief. I continued to push my pelvis up off of the mattress attempting to feel the effects of something that might relieve the aching deep within my pussy somewhere in the air above me. The relief did not come, and my pussy continued to throb. 

The unintended consequence of my actions was to continue to raise my dress up on my hips until my panty covered pussy as well as my lower stomach was completely uncovered by the time I heard the water turn off of the shower and the door open. 

I returned my attention to the mirror that was pointing so that I could see what was going on in the bathroom, and as I heard the door of the shower open I saw his body come into view. I let out an audible gasp as, for the first time, I saw his manhood hanging between his legs. 

As he moved toward the towel rack, his cock swayed from side to side like a tree in the wind. It looked as though he would hit his knees with the end of his huge cock it was so long. And it looked to be as big around as a baseball bat. My hips unconsciously raised from the bed as I watched him grab a towel from the towel rack and slide it over the front of his body. I looked up his body until I saw his face. It looked so calm and relaxed. He shook his head and the water flew from his corn rows he had tied closely to his head. His lips looked so inviting, and as he turned to face the bathroom mirror I instinctively thrust my hips forward as his tight ass came into view. His back was narrow but solid at the waist, but it grew as I looked farther up his body until I looked at his shoulders which were as broad as any I have ever seen.




Escape



I watched as he turned from the mirror and walked over to the door and looked over to where I was on the bed. "Whew, You are sure one hot lookin' woman, Debbie. I am gonna haf to take care of that beautiful body before long" he said, as he continued to wipe the towel over his body. He nonchalantly pulled the towel up over his face to dry his hair and let his cock fall free from the towel as I stared at his chiseled body. His cock fell from the towel as he pulled the towel up, and I noticed a couple of things. His cock was starting to grow even larger than it had been when he first got out of the shower, and it was now beginning to stand out in front of him instead of hanging between his legs. I couldn't take my eyes off of it, as he dried his hair for a moment and then, turning to walk back into the bathroom, he said "I'll be right back to take care of that lovely body of yours."

I watched as he stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, without a towel, and shaved his face. As he finished shaving and rinsed the remaining shaving cream from his face, I could both feel the tingling between my legs as well as a fear in my stomach. Was he going to really take care of me? I knew I wanted him to, but I knew that I was afraid I couldn't handle his oversized cock inside me. It was then that my eyes lingered on the tattoos he had all over his body. He had one on his neck and several on his very large arms. I could also see in the mirror that he had several on his chest and stomach. 

He turned to walk from the sink, and I could feel my whole body begin to tingle. He only came to the door though, and feigning some type of modesty, he leaned out of the bathroom so that his mid section and lower body were hidden by the door, and he stuck his head out and said "I can't keep wearin' this jumpsuit anymore. I'm gonna' have to wear some of your husband's clothes."

"You can have anything you want around here" I replied without thinking, hoping he would choose something to take at that moment other than my husband's clothes. 

With a very large smile and a mouth full of beautiful white teeth showing, he turned from me and walked back into the bathroom and the closet. A minute or so later he came back into the room wearing a pair of my husbands red silk, tight fitting boxers. I have to admit right now, that I have never seen my husband's underwear looking so good. I don't know how he kept his cock inside of the shorts he wore. It filled the whole front of his shorts, and it looked so good. 

He came from the bathroom and walked to the door which is beside the bed. He closed the door, and then turned to me. He first touched my leg, which sent shivers through my body and caused me to push my hips into the air. "These tied too tight or they ok for you?" he asked as he slid his hands up my legs.

"They're fine" was all I could manage to say. My dress had ridden up until my entire midsection was uncovered. All I had covering my soaking wet pussy was my very sheer pair of pink panties that were soaking wet by this time. My breathing was labored and my breasts were heaving. I had two buttons unbuttoned on my dress, and my nipples were almost out of the dress as my breasts continued to move up and down with every breath. My nipples were so hard they stuck out of my dress like erasers. His touch excited me more than I have ever been. I needed relief, but it wasn't to come too soon.

He moved his gaze from my eyes now, and looked down my body until his eyes were glued onto the place where his dark hands rubbed up and down my tanned calves. I noticed the contrast of his large black hands and my tanned smooth legs. I watched as his hands continued to rub and move farther up my calves until they were at my lower thighs. As he looked at the same area I was looking at, he told me "I've been in prison for four long years. I haven't had a woman in that whole time. I have had to wait so long, and now I realize how much I missed the touch of a woman." As he said this, his hands slid further up my thighs and I moaned out loud. 

"I want to feel my cock between your pretty thighs more than anything right now, but I'm not gonna rape you lady, so don't be afraid. I won't fuck you till' you beg for it. Do you understand?" he asked.

"Yea, I understand" I replied as I shook my head and he looked upward and slid his hands even further up my thigh until they were almost touching my panties. He looked into my eyes as he crawled onto the bed with me.

I gasped again as I looked down between his legs. His cock was now starting to grow and I could tell that the shorts which covered it would not be able to contain it for long. 

"Do you want me?" he asked looking back into my eyes.

"You're so huge, I don't know if I can take you" I said honestly.

He had now moved to where he was on his knees between my legs. I looked down and his cock had grown to where the head of his circumcised monster was now poking out of the top of the underwear which tried unsuccessfully to contain it. It really didn't matter what I said at this point -- my writhing hips gave away my true desire.

I don't know where it came from, but I half spoke and half breathed "I want to feel you inside me. I need to feel you inside me" as I continued to push my hips forward. 

He now moved one of his hands to my other thigh and he started to rub both of my thighs oh so close to my throbbing pussy which needed to be touched so badly. "You feel so soft. I just want to rub every inch of your body" he said as he continued to kneed my thighs. 

All of my pretense was gone as I now said "Fuck me now. Oh please put your cock in me." I couldn't believe those words came out of my mouth, but I couldn't help it.

His smile came back to his face as he slid his hands past my aching pussy without touching it and slid them up over my dress until he held both of my breasts in his hands. He didn't touch my nipples, but he began to massage my tits in his large hands. His cock was directly over my pussy now, and I was thrusting my hips as far forward as I could, but to no avail, as he held his hips high above me. 

"Oh I'm gonna fuck you alright, you can be sure of that. All in good time though. I'm gonna take my time and enjoy this. It has been too long to take it fast."

My restraints were killing me now. I just wanted to have my hands available to take some of the pain away from my aching pussy. I continued to writhe and pull at my restraints, but to no avail. 

His hands continued to rub my breasts, and he moved his hands for a moment to begin to unbutton my dress. He unbuttoned two more buttons until my nipples were out of my dress. His mouth now went to my hard nipples, and he took first one and then the other between his lips and sucked on them first softly and then harder. He concentrated on my right nipple as he tongued it and sucked on it and then took it into his mouth and lightly bit it until I thought I was going to cum. 

His mouth moved upward from my breasts to my naked flesh on my chest and then to my neck. I hoped that he would lean down as he moved up my body and give me some relief by putting pressure against my midsection, but he kept his body too high for me to reach it as he worked his way up my neck until our lips touched. 

His tongue invaded my mouth as I opened it to let him in. Our tongues twirled and wound around each other's as we kissed for some time. I continued to struggle against my bonds. His hands continued to play with my tits as we kissed and I continued to writhe against his body as much as I could. He was so strong yet so tender as he continued to toy with me. He was my captor, and I was his captive, and he knew that he had total control over me. 

I wasn't used to being in that situation as I usually maintain control in sexual situations, but at this time and on this day, I felt a large desire, no a need to be controlled. I was willing to give up all control in exchange for having him inside me, and so from my mouth escaped the following as I breathed heavily into his ear. "take me, do what you want with me. I'm yours to have as you please."

He raised up and smiled and said, "I will take you, many times today. And my friend will take you too, and we will have you as our own -- all in good time", and then he brought his lips back to mine. We continued to kiss as his hands went from my breasts to the buttons on my dress. He quickly unbuttoned all of the buttons on the front of my dress until it fell to both sides, leaving my stomach and chest exposed to his gaze. 

He broke from my lips and started kissing his way down my body as he caressed me with his hands, bringing them very close to my aching pussy but being very careful not to touch it lest he relieve some of the pressure I was feeling. It seemed like forever as he kissed down my chest and my stomach -- stopping at my navel and putting his tongue deep inside it as I hoped he would do the same with my cunt. He finally reached the top of my soaking panties and kissed around them to the side of my thighs. 

I had my legs spread as far as I could with my bounds tied to my ankles. I wanted to allow him full access to my sex when he decided to finally take me for his own. As I felt his warm breath between my legs, I lifted my hips to try and obtain the relief I so needed.

Finally, after what seemed like hours his mouth came down on my panties directly above my pussy lips. His lips spread wide, and he sucked in, tasting my wetness and giving me the relief I sought. My whole body felt like I had been shocked with millions of tiny bolts of electricity as an orgasm began to shoot through me while he continued to suck on my pussy. My moans were not muffled nor did they subside as I screamed out loud while he continued to tongue my pussy and clit through the thin material of my panties. It felt as though a dam had burst within me, and I continued to cum for what felt like several minutes before my muscles slowly reduced their tenseness. It was one of the best orgasms I had ever felt, but I knew, as I watched Will climb up on my body that it was the first of many to come.

Will became somewhat less gentle at this point as he took my panties with his big hands and ripped the sides of them. He pulled them from my hips, and now I was naked in front of him. He was on his knees between my legs now, and I could see the fire in his eyes. His huge cock was right against my stomach, and as I looked down on it I noticed that it stretched from between my legs to well above my belly button. His cock was as wide as the head of a baseball bat, and the head of his cock was even wider then that where he had been circumcised. Fear once again shook my body as I realized that he was about to slide his massive cock inside of me. 

As Will raised his body above me, he asked "Do you want my cock?"

My reply was not immediate, and he took his cock in one hand and rubbed the end of it against my wet pussy and asked in a more demanding voice "Do you want my cock?"

All that I could provide for him as I was still completely drained from the orgasm I had just experienced was a "yea".

That was not the answer he was looking for, and he took his massive cock in his hand and slapped the end of it against my clit while asking again "Do you want my cock?" 

As the end of his cock slapped against my clit it was like someone had stuck me with a hundred needles. I flinched, and I actually thought I would break free from my bonds as my body recoiled. The pain was intense, but there was pleasure in it too, and I knew then that I wanted his cock at that time more than I had ever wanted anything. "Yes. Please put your cock in me. I will do anything you want, just give me your cock" I replied as I relaxed from my recoil and pushed my hips up to him.

He wasn't ready to give me what I so desired quite yet, and he held his penis in his hand while he rubbed it from the top of my clit down over the swollen lips of my pussy. He would then raise his cock into the air and slap it down on my clit. Each time he did this my whole body would tighten up with what felt like a mini orgasm.

As he did this, I continued "Oh please, give me your cock. Fuck me with your beautiful cock. I want to feel you inside me so bad. Please fuck me." My hips would push forward as he slid the massive head of his cock across the lips of my pussy and they would tighten and fall when he slapped my clit with it. This happened several times before finally he slid his cock down over my pussy and wiggled it with his hands until the tip of it slid inside of me. 

I gasped as the head of his cock passed through my labia and into my vagina for the first time. The feeling was not painful at all but was a feeling of fullness and yet a feeling of emptiness beyond where he had entered me. "Oh please give me more," I pleaded.

And he did. He slowly continued to push his cock into me until I thought I was going to explode from the fullness between my legs. As he did so, he reached around with his hands and untied my legs one at a time. His hands slid down my legs to my ankles where he untied the ties and then slid his hands up my legs until they rested on my inner thighs. When both legs were untied, I placed my feet flat on the bed and pushed my hips as hard as I could to take the rest of what he had to offer. I have never been so full in my life. And we both lay there for several seconds as I experienced the new and wonderful feeling of fullness that he gave to me. 

After several seconds he began to pull out, and I strained against the bonds on my wrist in a feeble attempt to grab his ass and pull him back inside of me. He pulled himself all of the way out until I was empty again, and as quickly as he pulled out, he pushed himself inside of me once again. My moans must have been heard from throughout the neighborhood as he continued to raise his hips until I was empty and then slide his huge cock back inside of me. I raised my hips each time he pushed his forward, and as he hit bottom I could hear the sounds of our bodies colliding. As he continued to assault me with his enormous cock his pace became more rapid. My breathing increased its pace, and I started to feel the sweat fall from his face onto my chest. My moans became louder and I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts until my body began to tense up and the muscles in my vagina squeezed around his cock. A scream escaped from between my lips and then another and then I bit into his shoulder as I tried to escape from my bonds so that I could wrap my arms around him. 

At the same time I felt his cock begin to grow. The shaft of his cock grew wider and I heard him grunt as his warm sticky cum began to rush up the shaft of his cock and shot out of the hole in the tip of his huge snake until it slammed against the walls of my uterus. The warmth of the fluid made my whole body feel calm as he slowed his pace and let his body fall upon mine. I began to kiss his shoulder and his neck and he lifted his face from me and then put his lips over mine as his thrusts came to a slow crawl and then a stop. 

But his cock maintained its hardness as I said "That was wonderful. You can do that to me any time you want."

He replied, "Oh I will. I'll do that and much more. I'm going to make you want me all the time."

It was then I realized that he probably had already made me want him all the time. I had not had sex that was this wonderful my entire life. I hadn't felt the desire to even ask for anything during sex let alone to beg for someone's cock. And I knew that if he asked me to beg for him again, I would.

And then he quickly rose up and pulled his cock from within me. I felt so empty as he pulled out of me. He moved his body from between my legs and moved up to the top of the bed. I looked at the massive cock that had been inside of me as he brought it in front of my face, and my body tingled as I realized the size of the staff that had been inside of me. 

I felt his cum working its way out of my pussy and onto the bed, and as I tightened myself to keep his warm juices inside he brought his huge staff to my face. I reached out with my tongue to lick it, as he began to feed his cock to me. I wanted so much to be free of my bonds so that I could direct his cock into my mouth, but as I continued to fight against my restraints he supplied his cock for me to lick and suck. I continued to worship his huge black cock with my tongue and mouth as he taunted me "You suck cock so good baby. Suck that big cock. Lick it. Lick my balls baby. Take that big black cock down your throat. You are one hot, cock suckin' bitch." 

As he continued taunting me I took his huge cock into my mouth and down my throat as far as I could take it. I gagged as his huge snake continued to slide in and out of my mouth. His cock was so wide I could barely fit it into my mouth, but I licked our combined juices from his cock and balls and sucked him down my throat for all I was worth. I continued to do this as he continued to talk dirtier and dirtier to me. The dirtier he talked the more I wanted his cock. "You nasty little slut. Suck that cock. Put it down your throat. You love big black cock, don't you? I'll bet you never get it this good. Your husband won't ever be able to take care of you again after havin' my big black cock in you. You are such a good little white housewife slut. I love the way you suck my cock" 

He continued to talk nasty to me as I moaned into his cock. My mouth and tongue were busy all the time as he slid his hands over my body and down to my pussy. He slid his fingers into my soaked pussy and started to pump them as I humped his hand.

I felt his cock swell, as it slid back and forth in my mouth. Then I felt his cum shoot forward in to my throat. I swallowed several times as he fed me his cock, until finally I had taken all the cum he had to offer. All too soon he took his cock from my mouth and fell down on the bed beside me. He was spent, and although I was spent too, I still wanted more. 

It was convenient for me that at the very moment Will fell on the bed beside me, Charlie walked through our bedroom door.

"What are you doin' up here, man? You gettin' some of this fine pussy without invite your brother Charlie to help you out? That's bull shit. Move over, it's Charlie's turn to play" 

With that, Charlie began to undress. He pulled his jumpsuit and his boxers off, and I looked between his legs to see the second biggest cock I have ever seen in my life. He was every bit as big as Will, and his cock was not even fully hard yet. Everything about him was different than Will. He was shorter than Will, about 5'10" tall. He had a shaved head, and his body, although large and muscular was not defined like Will's. Will had a body that was created through careful eating and working out. Charlie had a body that was built from working out and eating significant amounts of food. He didn't spend any more time talking, but came right over to my face and offered his cock to my mouth. 

I looked over at Will with fear in my eyes, and he told me "Don't worry, I told you we was goin' to take care of you. Now Charlie's gonna take real good care of you 'till I'm ready to go again." 

With that, Will walked out of the room and downstairs while Charlie fed his cock into my mouth. I did the only thing I could, and I opened my mouth to let his cock inside.

Then Charlie said "If you suck my big cock like you love it, I'll let your hands free."

He continued to feed his cock to me and I continued to open my mouth wide and suck on it. As he did this, he started to rub my tits and then he kept going down and rubbed my pussy. He stuck first one and then two fingers into my pussy and I moaned around his huge cock.

"The little white housewife likes what Charlie is doin' don't she?" he taunted.




Escape



She sat nearly shaking from excitement and fear as she fumbled for the credit card type room key in her hand. The formal dinner was over, and the note that he had given her with the key when they clandestinely crossed paths at the coat check left explicit instructions to be into the hotel room by 9:35 and it was already nearly 9:20 pm. She knew instinctively that she could not be late for this occasion.  

She took one more sip of her wine and then glanced down to her lap where she was holding her opened purse to look one more time at both her lover's note and the agenda for dinner. Her lover planned the rendezvous impeccably, knowing there was always a lull between dessert and when the band started up, people would be moving from table to table to socialize and it was an opportune time to escape.  

Some would do so to avoid boorish table partners, others to get fresh air, others to feed a nicotine addiction while few, if any, like herself, would do so for a sexual addiction. That what it was, after all, wasn't it?  A sexual addiction that included the most hedonistic and natural pleasure fulfilling adventure she had ever felt in her 37 years of existence. And to satisfy that addiction she had to be waiting in room 1802 by 9:35pm.

She politely talked to the person next to her and excused herself saying she needed to stretch her legs a bit and talk to some old friends before the music begun. Again, they commented on how sorry they felt for her that her husband had to be leave so suddenly and she would not be able to enjoy the dancing with him. She politely nodded in agreement, but secretly smiling to herself, knowing that she would be having much more pleasure than any dance could bring. She excused herself and got up to walk across the ballroom. 

The place was stirring with people, mostly engaged in conversation with the others at their table and busboys and waitresses and waiters busy carrying trays of dessert and finished dinners. The ballroom was lovely and she was afraid to look in the direction of her lover's table. She made a point, however, of weaving her way through the tables to the exit to where, if he was looking, he would obviously see her. She did not see him herself, but she could feel his eyes watching her. She felt naked to his gaze and so vulnerable to his touch.  

She tried hard not to make eye contact with anyone as she left, although she did smile if anyone did engage her. She knew that when she left the room it would be the most "dangerous" part of her adventure. In the ballroom she could always say she was going to powder her nose or get some fresh air, but once outside in the hallway, it was much more dangerous. If anyone saw her use the elevator, it would be hard to cover.  She had planned this out herself.  

The ballroom was located on the second floor and she used this opportunity to take the escalator down one flight and then catch the elevator up at the first level, where the chances were quite slim that anyone she knew would see her. She went through the corridors, took the escalator down and then walked through the luxurious lobby to the bank of elevators. She never looked up once and tried not to imagine what others who might have known her and saw her might be thinking. She got to elevator without incident and waited for the doors to close before she looked up. As she gazed at her reflection in the shiny brass elevator doors, she knew she should feel guilt and shame, but all she felt was excitement and anticipation. She began to develop a lump in her throat she imagined reaching for his naked body. She closed her eyes once more and could actually feel herself start to get wet.  

The doors came open and she walked to the left to the room. She found the room and then reached into her purse to open the key. She hated these keys, she remembered, for they were sometimes touchy and did not always work. She prayed that this one would and she thought for a moment that her lover may already be inside. She put the key into the lock and she dismissed the thought entirely when the color code lit green, signaling that the lock was open. 

She opened the door slightly and stood in awe of the room. She could tell it was a palace of a hotel room and she had not yet passed through the marble tile entrance with a small elegant chandelier and 12 foot ceilings. She turned on the lights and then dimmed them slightly to admire the furnishings.  On a small table was fresh cut flowers and a note with her name on it. She went to open it although its text was quite vague, she knew that after tonight, she would never be the same. 

She shook with excitement and then she noticed the smell of his cologne on the letter. She walked out of the entry way and into the parlor and bedroom and could tell he was there only a few moments earlier. She could see the little touches he had done and could smell the lingering scent of his cologne. She closed her eyes for a moment and imagined him with her for the moment. Just then a knock at the door awakened her from her trance. 

She dimmed the light and stood back, as was her instruction to do, away from the notice of the one who entered. She knew it was him, but she hurried to hide in the bathroom as was her instruction. She could hear another voice too, but she did not know who it was. Sudden panic overtook her as she thought that he may have called her latest bluff and brought a friend but that fear quickly subsided as she heard the stranger's voice was that of a woman and she was merely delivering room service. But almost as suddenly, she wondered what they would need room service for.  

She heard the wheels of the service cart back out and the door close behind her before she dared come out of the bathroom.  When she did come out, the room was nearly dark, safe for the moonlight night and downtown lights gleaming through the clear glass of a picture window. He stood there next to the window, her eyes barely outlining his face, making him seem even more mysterious than ever as a silhouette outlined against the window. Not a word was spoken as she meekly walked across the room. 

She could see that his bow tie was loose and his tuxedo jacket was hung over one shoulder. She still could not make out his face in the dark, but she could feel him smile as he approached her as well.  They met at the foot of the bed and she trembled with excitement as he took her in his strong arms.  His firm grab and tug of her body sent shivers down her spine and was contrasted nicely with a gentle embrace to her lips and a soft nibble of her ear. 

She closed her eyes and felt her knees begin to weaken as she felt his whole being, wrapped in contradiction, reach up and take her body and soul to another level. She imagined his strong domineering commands and instructions followed by sweet soft kisses to her forehead and running his soothing fingers through her hair and scalp; she begged for his near arrogant frenzy of love-making followed by gentle caresses to her breasts and shoulders; and she imagined his fever pitched inaudible grunts followed by eloquent poetry of words as the two would cascade the fountain of every emotion. 

She wanted more. She needed more. She dared not ask where he would take her tonight for she knew she would not have the strength to stop what was happening within.  

As strong as gravity pulls objects towards earth, she too was drawn toward him. And in his arms, she came to rest. 

As she stood before him, the scent of his cologne only complimented the fragrant smell of the single red rose he held in his hand. Standing behind her, she remained facing away from him and she reached above her shoulder to touch his face and to run her finger through his hair. He reached around and brought the flower to her nose so her senses could nearly swallow the sweet-scented eloquence of his passion. With his other hand, he softly slid it up the side of her dress, touching and caressing every vulnerable inch of her being, causing her to audibly gasp as his fingers tugged at her dress and danced over her soul. 

Not a word was spoken as he placed the rose on the bed as he turned her around and gave her a gentle kiss, passion erupting within both. She was his and he knew it.  

She remained standing at the foot of the bed in near total darkness as he sat in the small sofa only a few feet away. What little from the city and the moon outside seemed to reflect off her in a near spectral beauty, making her feel all the more sensual. Neither self-conscious nor wanting the stage, she felt at ease as she was on display before her lover. 

His first words were spoken and he chose them wisely. "I am in awe of your radiating beauty. You are but a treasure of splendor and your grandeur can never be suppressed." He hesitated, reflecting on his next words, "Having you with me tonight in this suite warms my heart and stirs my passion. It took all my strength not kiss you when I first saw you downstairs. During the entire cocktail session and dinner, although I could not always see you, I always knew where you were. When you got up to leave at the appropriate time, I knew you could not see me, but I watched your every graceful stride." He paused at length this time and then rose as if to approach her.  

She stood gazing at his frame, his white shirt now reflecting a radiance all its own. He went to the tray that the room service must have left behind and took a bottle of champagne from the ice. After a few seconds he sprung open the bottle and even expecting the sound, the noise shocked her and her knees buckled slightly. He poured two glasses and brought one to her and placed it in her hands. 

He whispered in her ear on how beautiful she looked and then kissed her lips before handing her the glass. Their glasses clanked and they each took a small sip of the champagne. The bubbles danced of her tongue like raindrops off a lake and she savored the flavor and the texture for as long as she could. He walked around her as he continued to talk, reaching out with the back of his hand to touch her shoulders and hair and allowing her lips to taste the tips of his fingers.  

"It all seems like a dream tonight and I want to make your most magnificent imaginings come true. With you here in this room, I think you know what may happen but you also know little of what to expect. Just as the fly gets tangled in a spider's web, there is little you can do to avoid what is about to happen and the unknown can be frightening." He stroked her hair as a father might a little girl and continued. "But do not be afraid, my love, you have nothing to fear. You can only cherish what is about happen. It is your destiny. Now unlike the spider who devours his victim, you are not the victim and I will not devour but awaken you. Tonight will be the renaissance of your emotions and the rebirth of your physical. You are ready." He placed his hand on the small of her back and began to caress her bottom ever so gently. 

She tried her best to control her quivering but it was still quite noticeable. He continued, "Just as you stand before me I know you are ready to cross the threshold from darkness into light and from nighttime into daytime. You need not come but if you do, it will be more than an adventure you will attain." He paused once more and he took a deep sip of his champagne before continuing.  

She too, in order to control her trembling hands, brought her glass to her lips but was barely able to savor the drink before he brought his lips down to her ears to continue his recitation. "I will not wait for you to consent because I know you do not have the strength to stop what is unfolding before us."  He took the glass from her hand and placed it on the nearby table and then sat back down on the small nearby sofa. 

She could not stop trembling as she nodded and then instinctively removed her dress and remained standing. 

As she stood, clad only in her panties, thigh highs, and heels, she knew she was being inspected and she loved how he touched her. Her knees weakened as he played with her engorged nipples and she rested her hand on his shoulder to keep her balance. He smiled as he walked behind her and lifted her hair to plant one of his many warm kisses on her skin. 

His fingers skipped along her back and came to rest on the small curve just above her panties. He smiled and teased her by running his finger beneath the lacy elastic band and running his fingers along her crack, leaving no suspicion about broaching her nether region on his whim. He came along the front and kneeled before her and reached up to play with her nipples one more time. She gasped once again and she felt as though she was a princess being treasured and cherished as he ran his tongue along the tops of her thighs and dancing along the lines of the satiny fabric of her stockings. 

He brought his face to her center to where his nose was touching the frilly fabric covering her most valued treasure and he ran his hands along the back of her thighs and bottom.  She knew he could nearly taste every scent of her arousal and this only made her more defenseless to his desires. 

Without hesitation he ran his fingers along the elastic waistband and began to pull her panties down. She pushed her legs together slightly as they came over her hips and her thighs. They came to a rest at her ankles and he bent down to lift her leg and take off her heels and her panties as well. He first prodded her left leg and then the right, as he took off each heel as she would a slipper and then took her panties and held them in his hand. 

She now stood flatfooted but not ill prepared for what was to come. This was not the first time she stood naked before a man, but her powerlessness made it feel as though she was a ship traveling in uncharted waters. It was not something to fear, however, for she would gladly transverse the most treacherous of seas with him as her pilot. 

And with that, he leaned her back on the bed and spread her legs. She gasped as his tongue danced along her folds and tasted her most succulent fruit. She gasped as she quickly felt the first of her orgasm build and then erupt when his first finger entered her now soaked pussy. His nose played in her very newly trimmed pubic hair as he sucked and blew along her clit with the mastery of a musician, striking new chords with every subtle move. 

After her second crescendo, he relaxed for a bit, bringing her glass of champagne to her lips and they toasted each other's pleasure. His gentle kiss was followed by more passion and she could feel his tongue dance along the depths of her mouth. She could taste the bubbles of champagne mixed with her own juices, causing her to be drunk with delight. He dipped his finger in his own glass of champagne and then traced a line on her breastbone.  He followed with his tongue and the coldness of the champagne followed by the warmth of his tongue caused a raging fire within her as he continued this exploit on her neck, her chin, her breasts, and nearly every other part of her body that he could find.

By the time his champagne and tongue had reached her waist, she was begging for his tongue and finger to gratify her more, but rather he played with the tops of her stockings. She pleaded with him and reached for his hand but he only played with her stocking more. Then, without notice, he began to ceremoniously remove each stocking one by one, taking his time and kissing every part of her exposed leg as they came off. 

Totally naked she laid atop the bed and waited for his touch. He rose and kneeled beside her and took her hands and brought them above her head. She edged upward on the bed to where her hands were touching the headboard and he caressed and kissed every part of his body. He kicked off his shoes and laid beside her. 

She fumbled for his shirt and started to loosen his shirt button before he stopped her. He took her hands once more, and once again placed them above her head, where she laid in nearly the most vulnerable position possible. He withdrew her one stocking that he had placed in his back pocket and brought it towards her wrist. Instinctively she knew to lay still and let him bind the knots of her submission. The knot was tighter than she had imagined and its tautness caused more pain than she had thought.  

Never really anticipating this feeling, but always wondering how it felt, she was surprised at how helpless she had become. Feeling the sexy fabric of her stockings along her hands and her wrists, binding her to her pleasure felt both restricting and exhilarating. Thinking she could struggle free, she tried half-heartedly but could not feel the stockings give one bit. She wondered if she really was totally helpless and she imagined that she was. Laying on the bed, held captive by her own sensuality, she quivered when his lips once again danced along her breasts and down to her pussy.  She came once more when his fingers entered her and she raised her hips for more, pleading for him not to stop. 

She laid helpless, defenseless, and nearly senseless as one orgasm after another flowed through her body as his tongue devoured her clit and his fingers danced along the folds and within the depths of her pussy. She raised her hips one more time and she gasped when she could feel a lubricated digit fondle the rim of her sphincter. She screamed when it went in her backside and it probed her deeper and deeper. With her hands still bound above her, she flailed her head back and forth as he lifted and spread her legs at the back of her knees and probed her backside with his finger.  

He looked her in the eye and smiled as she continued her screaming as he fucked her backside with his fingers, causing her to contract around him. As the last of her climax ebbed from her body, and with his finger still deep within her backside, he kissed her gently one more time on the forehead and fed her glass of champagne. He got up from the bed and went to the nightstand where he took a blindfold from the drawer and gently placed it over her eyes. He whispered in her ear that he would be back and with that he got up and walked away. 

Without her sight, her other senses tried to fill the void and she was more aware of sounds and scents. She could hear him strike a match and she could hear the soft whir of a small flame. Within seconds she could smell the aroma of cinnamon and she knew he had lit one or more candles.  She heard him pour more champagne and then the clink of the bottle along the metal ice bucket nearly made her cold. He spoke a few words, but she heard little as her mind danced along the semi-imaginative milieu she found herself in. Totally satisfied, yet her journey had hardly begun, could there be more?

As if reading her mind, he came back to her once more and kissed her. She could feel the pressure on the bed beside her and she could tell he had slipped out of his tuxedo. His warm flesh came in contact with her once more as he brought up the glass of champagne for her to sip. "The night is young and I hope you enjoyed our little prelude." It is time for me to step out for a second and prepare for the rest. You will be safe here, I presume. 

All she could do was nod as she heard him walk into the bathroom. The last thing she remembered before falling asleep, was the running of water and soft music. 

She was awakened by another knock at the door and she could not help but wonder who would be there. Was it only room service?  Did he invite someone else?  Did her screaming arise complaints from the neighbors? She had no idea as her she heard her lovers footsteps walk by her bed and open the door. She could hear voices but none of it was audible. She heard her lover finally say "thank you" and then the door closed. 

She heard a door open and only when she heard the rattle of wooden hangars did she know he hung something up in the closet. She tensed up a bit and only then did she remember her hands were tied and she was totally helpless. Drawn to her like honey, he came back and placed a cold ice cube on her lips which she engulfed willingly. Drops of cold water ran down her neck and chin and she could feel him hold another cube over her breasts as cold droplets fell from his hands onto her naked flesh. The shock of the cold was both soothing and arousing. It heightened her senses and rejuvenated her sexual appetite. 




Escape



She could hear more ice clanking in the ice bucket as her lover's hand played with the ice, which now must have been on the night stand by her side. Sensing what lie ahead, she braced herself for a cold sensation. Rather than feel an ice cube or a cold hand, however, she was drawn to his warm freshly shaven face which he drew close and even touching her cheek. "I hope you enjoyed your nap, my sweetness," she heard his words run through her as she savored the scent of his newly applied cologne, "I didn't mean to wake you but now that you are up, wouldn't it be nice to continue our festivities?" 

He waited for her to meekly nod before placing his ice drenched hand on her belly and she shrilled out of sheer surprise. He laughed as she tried to catch her breath and then he kissed her once again. This time, she could feel his nakedness on her body and his cold hand was a distant thought from his warm manhood that pressed into her thigh. As he drew his body next to her, he started to raise himself, pressing his manhood into her side to give an aura of supremecy.  

He watched her blindfolded face as she cooed when she felt his manhood outline her body, making certain she knew what she felt along her own nakedness. She bit her lower lip as he slowly but deliberately languished his manhood, from her hip and pelvis along her side and to up to her face. She gasped she first felt it run along her breasts and she bit her lower lip again as she felt it along her neck and chin. 

She was almost delirious with lust as she felt the man and his cock resting only an inch or so from her lips. She remembered how scared she was when she first felt his member, and shuddered at its length and girth. It was larger than she had ever imagined. When she first went down on him, she could barely get her lips around its head and she thought that intercourse would never be possible. As a lover, however, he was both gentle and patient and within several minutes she had her legs wrapped around him and he was filling her like she had never been filled before. 

From that moment on, she knew she would never have the strength to say no to her lover or his manhood and now it rested only an inch from her wanton lips. 

She knew she should feel shame and embarrassment; here she was a married woman, a mother, tied up and being teased by her lover and his large member, but she felt no shame. She felt no embarrassment. She only felt lust and at this point, she would do anything to feel more.  

He asked her what she wanted and she only licked the head of his member as it danced across her lips. With that, he took it away from her and she could feel his weight shift on the bed next to her. She felt his hands upon hers and could feel the knots loosen, but not completely untie, around her wrists. She shifted again and this time she could feel his hands under her body as he easily flipped her over so her face was down on the pillow. 

Surprised at how she felt, and her arms now slightly crossed over her head, she didn't think she could feel more vulnerable but she was.  He asked if she was comfortable and another meek nod and he placed two pillows below her tummy which only propped her bottom to a more vulnerable position. She could feel an ice cube along her crack and screamed in delight as the cold droplets of water dripped down to her sphincter. 

She could feel him kneeling behind her; cold water droplets on her bottom and his finger and his tongue lapping at the folds of her pussy. After several minutes and a few minor tremors, he moved once again so he was kneeling behind her. Soon she could feel the enormous head of his member touching the moist folds of her vagina. She spread her legs even wider, hoping, wanting, and begging him to enter her right then. 

And he did so. Slowly. She felt the tip hover within her slightly, its girth filling her to totality. She pushed her bottom towards him higher, wanting more of him inside her and slowly she could feel him guiding himself deeper, stretching her most sensitive tissues. When he was in as far as he could comfortably go, she screamed for joy as his finger reached around her and touched her clit. He rocked slowly and she pushed back with what force she could, easily matching the rhythm in their very own symphony. 

She pushed back and he pushed forward, and the two became one piston of energetic rapture, harmonizing to the physical notes of passion. She could feel his hands on her back and her bottom, pulling on her hair, and tugging at her shoulders as he pulled himself deeper inside her. The tautness around her wrists became tighter as she struggled and pushed to get more of him inside her. Soon, her hands started to ache which only added fuel to her sexual frenzy, the silky fabric of her stockings digging into the soft flesh of her hands. 

She could feel her hands redden as he continued to pound her from behind, each stroke being more and more intense. Soon she felt his hands upon hers and she barely noticed as he freed her from her binds. 

Wanting to pull him closer, she no longer had the strength as her hands laid motionless above her head, and all energy seemingly being drawn to his manhood within her. In seconds she felt something she so rarely feels, and a tidal wave of vitality poured within her. Her entire body shook with delight as she became an enveloped phenomenon wrapped around her lover's manhood. From the sole of her feet to the scalp of her head, her body trembled like it never had before. Her toes curled and her fingers wrapped around her lover's hand as she was not able to even make the least audible sound as she struggled for air at the apex of her climax. 

She could not think, she could not taste, she could not hear, and she could not even see. She could only feel the seed of her lover stream toward the river of passion she felt flowing within. 

Within a couple minutes, her lover collapsed over her. She felt the weight of his body atop hers and he slowly manipulated so he was spooning with her, his now semi-flaccid member still slightly inside her soaking pussy. She was nearly comatose with exhaustion, feeling as though her senses had endured a marathon of physical and emotional bliss. 

She closed her eyes, hardly aware of where she was, as he softly brushed and pulled her hair from the side of her face. She loved how tender he was at this moment, even though she was too tired to reciprocate or even open her eyes. The last climax zapping all her energy, she quickly dozed off to sleep as he pulled out from inside her. Too tired to even notice the puddle they had created, she slept for more than an hour as he watched her every breath.

As she laid sleeping, he dutifully got up and ordered his own dessert. Having twenty-four hour room service was just one of the many perks he loved about five star hotels; plush rooms with oversized beds and firm headboards was another he had already enjoyed. They had finished their bottle of champagne, so he ordered another bottle to go with the platter full of strawberries and other assorted fruits. 

He wasn't so much hungry as drained, and he figured fruit would be the best way to reenergize himself. He instructed room service to knock very lightly as to not wake her and he met the room service at the door. 

The night had just begun.  



Escape!



A review of Brad Anderson's "The Machinist"




Escape...



As the sun set behind the trees we relaxed on the porch, finally at rest from our hectic lives. This was our escape, our little slice of heaven, our house in the hills. The afternoon had been busy with unpacking and collecting wood but now things were set up, it was time to truly unwind, to let go.

As the last of dinners dishes rattled in to the sink, the fire leapt to life. You walk through to the lounge to find me relaxing on the rug, soaking up some of that heat. As you side down next to me my arms reach out and pull you in to my embrace. What a moment, it was like a movie scene. These are the moments life is all about. Over a drink we chat away, laughter reverberating off the log walls and out to the surrounding forest. In the quiet moments the forest spoke back to us in quiet clicks and snaps accompanied by the last bird calls and chirping crickets. As the night passes slowly glosses are emptied and refilled. By the heat of the fire, our own heat ignites in the form of a kiss.

As our lips begin to dance I pull your body closer to mine, savouring its touch. The kisses get longer and deeper as our passion warms with every stroke from a stray hand. I push you back down on to the rug, leaning over you so our lips never have you part. Our hands begin to wander under the edges of clothing and things become more desperate. Cheekily you slide one finger over my lips and ask me to wait. You want tonight to be special, you want no holds barred. Tonight you want to let ourselves free.

You sit up and slowly unbutton your top to show just the hints of my favourite outfit. You see the recognition in my eyes, the fire begin to rage. Instantly I know what it is you desire. Tonight I will use every inch of your body and smile as I do. You undo another button so slowly I find it completely infuriating. In a moment my control disappears and my hand reaches forward. There is a loud tearing sound as your top comes away in my hand. I sit back a moment and let my eyes begin to drink in the sight of you. Delicious! The animal in me strains against its bonds and the fire ignites in my eyes. A soft whimper escapes your lips as I pounce forward. Without thinking you retreat a little from me and end up laying almost flat on your back. As you go to pull yourself back up your neck meets resistance. My hand closes softly, slowly, and I push you back down to the floor. Glancing around I take inventory of what is to hand in this, our place of escape.

I tell you to take off your pants as I begin to move around the room, quickly collecting a few items. As you shake off the last pant leg your arms are pulled above your head. You feel the rope tighten around the first wrist and can't help but smile. As I wrap the rope around your wrists I steal a glance down to take in the view. That delicious body wrapped in that delicious corset. The thought of releasing your from that speeds my movements. I begin to plan in my head and a small smile crosses my face as I settle on an idea. With your wrists bound I pull your arms over towards a ring screwed in to the wall. I tie off the tail ends of the rope and turn my attention to the rest of you. Your eyes stare up at me, uncertain of what is to come next but excited at the same time. I lean down to kiss you and begin to wake your body back up with gentle caresses of trailing fingers.

Your eyes close and your head tilts back as my fingers run over your body. A little jerk of surprise as the blindfold slides in to place and then you're immediately back in the moment. I push your legs out flat and position myself over your body, my lips starting on your neck and collar bone. A little jab of pain as my teeth pinch a little skin on the side of your neck and then the spot is soothed by my tongue flickering over it before I move down an inch to repeat. Nimbly my fingers begin to unhook the small catches on the front of your corset. Every time they brush the skin is like a little zap of electricity, every sense heightened by the blindfold and ropes.

As the corset comes free my mouth moves to your nipples, I suck them in to my mouth and then slowly draw them out over my teeth, flicking my tongue around them in little circles as my fingers wrap around your other breast. You feel my hardness brush down your leg as I slide my body down, giving myself the ability to start kissing my way down your stomach. As my mouth moves down your hips start to grind in anticipation. Fingers loop through the sides of your panties and they begin to slide down your legs. A little gasp escaping your lips as I lick my way around your hip bones. Unseen by you a small smile crosses my face as I prepare to surprise you.

I begin to flick my tongue around your inner thigh to keep you distracted and reach back with a hand and grab a small riding crop that lived hidden under the couch. Suddenly I drag you out of the moment and roll your body over. The crop snaps down on to your now exposed ass. It stings with the shock of surprise and you let a little yelp escape your lips. Hearing that I decide it must not have been hard enough and sit up a bit so I can get a proper swing. SNAP goes the leather end as it marks your skin. You squirm a little and I know that you're only just starting to warm up.

You continue to squirm, little gasps getting louder with each stroke of the crop. Your whole ass is turning a delicious shade of red and I lean down to kiss a particularly red spot. Deciding that I've had enough of this I reach down and flip you back over. As you lay resting on your stomach you feel the crop trail up your stomach and a little shiver passes through your spine. This time a real gasp escapes your lips as the crop snaps down on to the side of your breast. Again an unseen evil little smile crosses my face and I discard the crop for some more rope. I pull your hair back in to a pony tail and bind the rope around it. I tie that off to your hands and unhook your hands from the wall. Pushing you on to your side I pull your hands down behind you and tie the rope off around your waist, cinching it nice and tight. I pull over a broom that I had collected and slide it behind your knees. Pushing your legs apart I tie them to the handle so they cannot close. Finally I have access to your body, your whole body, every delicious inch.

I pick the crop back up and with the other hand, roll you on to your stomach. Placing my knee against the broom handle and hand grasping the rope from your ponytail, I push you to a kneeling position with your head on the floor. The grin still on my face I begin to rub the handle of the crop in to your wetness. You squirm a little as the lumpy end probes a little deeper but I keep a firm grip on the rope.

It's a feeling like none you have experienced, the cold knobby end probing your pussy. You're not sure how you feel about it but you're not about to say something. You clench your teeth in anticipation every time the end of it just peeks inside you, expecting full penetration, but it doesn't come.

As the knobby end rubs back and forth over your clit you realise that you're really starting to enjoy it and let yourself relax in to the feeling. As soon as I notice your body relax I pull hard on the rope and pull you back on to the handle, letting its length inside you. Watching as you squirm deliciously. I watch you pull forward in shock and yank the end out of you, flipping the crop in my hand I bring it snapping down on to your back. Resistance will not be tolerated.

I pull you back up, this time in to a sitting position with your spread legs in front of you, knees up near your chest and I kneel in front of you. I softly pull down the blindfold and lean in to kiss you, oh so tenderly. As our kiss deepens my finger trails down from your breast to your pussy and begins to slide around in the wetness. The gentleness of my finger is in such stark contrast that the feeling quickly begins to take over your focus. My lips move down to your neck and a second finger slides inside you. Just as you start to get in to the moment my mouth moves to your nipples and my fingers speed up, aiming to brush your g-spot. The electricity begins flowing up your spine and you moan softly, looking down to watch my tongue at work on your nipple. 

The energy that is coursing around your body is nearly too much to explain. The heat of my against you, the feelings my mouth is providing, the uncontrollable little movements that have started in your hips, it is all building up and weaving in to one gigantic tapestry of pure pleasure. I slide my fingers out of your wetness and move my head back from your nipple to allow room for those fingers to slide in to my mouth and across my tongue as I stare in to your eyes. My look communicates every ounce of desire I have for you, a nearly primal, predatory look. A shiver runs down your spine as you gaze back in to my eyes, nearly melting in front of my gaze. Your wetness glistens a little in the light, catching your eyes and drawing them to my lips. My tongue lightly trails over them and they move forward to meet your own. The slightly sweet and musky flavours adding another dimension to our kiss as our tongues gently brush.

My hands slide under your arms and I lift you back to sit on the couch. Once you have settled my hands slide down your torso to your hips and pull them out from under you, your back left against the back rest and your ass sitting on the very edge. My body slides up between your legs, a grin back on my face and intensity in my eyes as I reach down and free my throbbing cock from my pants. You sit right where I put you, mesmerised as you watch me slowly stroke it. My free hand reaches forward and a finger begins to flick over your clit as my eyes meet yours, hoping to catch the expression changes on your face.

My hand slides up your body, leaving a glistening trail of your wetness. It briefly trails around each nipple and then begins to slowly close over the base of your neck. Then it's there, my cock is sliding in to you. Not fast, but with no mercy, every delicious inch filling you up. You throw your head back in ecstasy as I begin to slowly rock it back and forward, in and out of you. Just as we settle in to a rhythm, our bodies joining in a dance, I pull you out of your relaxed zone with my hand tightening around your neck. Then my hips are moving faster, my cock slamming home with a power that increases with every stroke. My hand is tightening to the point that you can't seem to catch a full breath and you turn your eyes to mine, hoping to gauge where I'm at.

Now that I have your attention I begin to move with more purpose, more power. You seem torn up between pain and pleasure and a half groan half moan escapes your lips as your legs twitch uncontrollably. I hear you try to ask for reprieve so I tighten my fingers around your throat and lightly slap my hand across your cheek. There shall be no mercy tonight. Energy courses through my body as my eyes express that I will be using every inch of your body as I please. As your body adjusts to the tempo and you begin to enjoy the mix of pleasure of pain I decide to switch it up and keep you on your toes. I pull out of you and grab a hold of the broom handle. Using one arm I lift the handle high above my head, lifting your legs, the other hand reaches forward and spreads the lips of your pussy. I watch intently as my fingers explore around, exposing all of you. With a small smile I decide I need to taste it. I lean forward as you watch hopelessly. My tongue lands on your clit and begins soft little circles. You gasp in pleasure as my finger slides inside you to your g-spot.

I focus my attention and bring you to the edge of orgasm with this tongue brushing lightly. As soon as I notice that you're about to fall over that edge, I pull away my fingers and tongue and I bite down on your inner thigh. The pain pulls you back from that edge with a sharp jolt and then suddenly there is my tongue again, the pain a forgotten memory. I continue this back and forth until you begin to beg for mercy, you beg for me to let you cum. I look you dead in the eyes, hearing your plea and deciding how I would like to proceed. I help you roll over, chest still on the couch and I place my knee on the handle, holding your knees against the floor. My fingers enter you again, seeking out your g-spot from the beginning. I pump my fingers in and out of you, my hot body pushed against your thigh and my lips and teeth teasing your back. You begin to buck and jolt against your restraints, a primal cry escaping your lips.

I lean forward, my body lowering against your back and my fingers continuing their work. I reach the free hand forward and pull your head back by your hair. You can hear the evil smile in my voice as I ask you if you're ready to cum for me, cum all over my hand. You moan what sounds like a yes so I pick the pace up even more. 'Cum for me my little slut. Cum all over my fucking hand. You know that's what you want you dirty whore, MY dirty little whore. DO AS YOU'RE FUCKING TOLD AND CUM!", this sends you over the edge and you yell as your whole body begins to spasm, my fingers continually stroking and milking more and more intensity out of your body. Your every sense is dulled as you lose control of your body and twitch uncontrollably. Wave after wave crashes over your body, you lose your mind to a world of pleasure. As the first orgasm subsides you take a deep breath and try to regain control but my fingers aren't stopping. In fact my other hand has joined and is now stimulating your clit. You cry out in shock, in worry as you feel the tide begin to pick back up. A laugh from me and I push, abuse your body back in to another orgasm. Your world begins to crash as you haven't even recovered from the first. Again we are lost in that uncontrollable world of pleasure as you scream at me to stop and I scream at you to be a good little slut.

Wave after wave crashes over your trembling body and as you begin to reach the peak I pull my fingers out of you and push my rock hard cock in to replace them. Gripping your hair I push myself in and out of you, riding the waves with you. A moan escapes my lips as you clench around me. The feeling encourages me to new heights and I pull back on your hair, pulling you back on to me and pushing my hips forward at the same time. Again and again and again until your body starts to collapse and I'm sliding an arm under your hips to hold you up right where my cock has best leverage. You find yourself lost in a daze and unable to resist the jolts firing up your back every time my pelvis meets the soft cheeks of your ass.

You lay slumped against the couch as the last waves of this orgasm shiver through your body, extended by the work my cock is doing. I'm not ready for you to stop though so I pull out and push your limp body forward. I crane my neck around, pull your head back and our lips meet, drawing in your attention. The kiss builds slowly and my hands are on your nipples sending new little jolts around your body. You quietly whimper that you have had enough but you see no mercy in my eyes. As one hand reaches your wetness, the pleasure is nearly pain. You whimper again, 'I can't take it' to which I growl in reply 'you will take what you are given.' My hand is awakening your body again and the pleasure is so intense you swear it's pain. As you have only just come down it doesn't take long for your body to shoot back up and you're moaning loudly, or crying out in refusal, neither of us know.

I roughly pull your knees out of their brace and roll you over so your back is on the couch and the rest of you is supported by the legs I'm wrapping around my waist. Putting the hand back around your throat I enter you, again, without mercy. My stroke picks up speed until it falls in to a nice steady rhythm. The waves begin to stir again and you nearly scream out your frustration as I pump in and out of you, so hard, filling every part of you up. Attempting to squirm off my cock earns you a slightly rougher slap and an increase in my speed. Struggling harder is only met by more speed and harder pumps. In and out, wave after wave, we are reaching the peak together. Your body gives in to the feelings I'm providing and you begin to clench down on me again.

You're completely distracted by watching my face as you clench around me, my eyes widening each time. You feel me start to throb inside you and that pushes you over the edge. As your body begins to convulse I moan with each clench. The strength sapped out of your legs you slide down my body until you reach the floor, my hand moves to your hair and I pull your head forward as I slide out of you. You open your tightly clenched eyes to see my cock staring you in the face. One finger roughly slides in to your mouth, prying your mouth apart a bit as I start to cum. My whole body tensing in time with each squirt of that deliciously warm liquid. It covers your lips and begins to drip down your chin as I sit back, spent. With one last surge of energy my hand roughly clamps over your neck and with a fierce look in my eye I demand to know how much you loved that. You whimper your reply, barely in control of any part of your body, let alone coherent enough to talk. Relaxing my grip I gather you in to my arms and we both sink against the couch, spent, completely spent. 



Escape



She looked at me curiously over the top of a drink. 

We were sitting on the patio by the pool, late on a Friday afternoon. I was sweaty and tired from hours completing a complex Internet installation at her family's home. Behind us, speakers floated Mozart from an Internet radio station. It sounded very nice, but had taken a lot of work to put in place.

"You have never asked me for a date, or made a move. Is there another girl? Or something wrong with me?"

I smiled back at her, thinking of a response. Claudia Resnick was very pretty. Dark hair, dark eyes, narrow face with high cheekbones and full lips. The rest of her body was tall, muscular and lean. She had a brilliant mind and an athlete's body, which distanced her from the chubby curves of her peers. And from her stepmother, who had married Andrew Thomson after her daredevil husband, Martin Resnick, had been killed in a skiing accident. Claudia's biological mother, an Italian beauty, had been Martin's first wife and died in a car accident in the Alps.

"My mom says a guy should keep his love life private."

She walked over with her drink and sat in my lap. The margarita for me was going to my head. She smelled nice and I was sure I didn't. 

"I'm pretty sweaty for close contact."

She leaned down and her ice cold tongue traced my lips. 

"You haven't answered my question. I bet it's the same thing that chases other guys away, no tits and a 4.0 GPA."

She was the lit girl, and I was the computer nerd in high school, but we competed for the highest grades and traded places at the top of the GPA list. 

Now we were graduated, past our eighteenth birthdays, headed for college, and feeling very grown up. At least, I was.

"What if we go skinny in the pool and you check out my charms?"

This time it was a more serious kiss. She put the glass down and wrapped her fingers in my hair.

"I've wanted to pull this blond hair forever. Come in the pool, the folks are gone for a week."

She skinned out of top and jeans and splashed me on her way into the water. The lack of underwear had to be a message, I thought.

We swam a few lazy laps and leaned against the wall. She rolled into my arms and relaxed. I had my hands on her front, discreetly below her breasts. She moved them up. "Go ahead, check me out. There isn't much there."

"Why me? I'm just working to raise some cash for college in the fall. That's not your problem."

"How often do you get laid?" She pushed back and felt my hardness between her cheeks.

"Is this Truth or Dare, just between the two of us?"

She turned around and kissed me again. Her hand was on my cock, stroking it and fingering the big end.

"The last two days, while you've been working on our system, I've been screwing up my courage to have a talk with you... about sex."

"About sex," I repeated as I carried her out of the pool and into the house. It was hard to see because she was kissing me again and her lovely hair was in my eyes.

"Go upstairs and down the hall to the end."

"The shower is through that door."

I went to put her down in the glass enclosure and she said, "This is nice. I've never been carried around naked by a guy."

We soaped each other and she studied me. "I guess I've never done much of anything with a guy."

The kiss was long and intense. I was very hard. Her pussy straddled my erection and rubbed. She asked me to shampoo the wonderful wet mop of hair.

The late sun was still warm on her bed. I had her between my legs, using towels to dry the body and the hair.

"If I fix dinner, will you stay over? We need to talk more."

Silence.

"We can't get to more unless you say something."

My leg was across her behind and my cock grazed her hip. "I need to brush out your hair. And I need to checkout at home."

She walked away to find a brush and my cell.

I dialed home and put it down on speaker. Working the brush was hard.

"Hi. What are you up to?"

"You are not going to guess any time soon."

"Don't be naughty." His mother's voice was warm and silky.

"You will like this. I have an invitation for dinner and sleepover."

"Is she nice?"

"Very, but you said I should keep my love life private."

Claudia picked up the phone. "He's doing a wonderful job of brushing out my hair and has promised to give me advice about dating."

"Claudia, is that you? Be careful, he is dangerous, especially now that he is eighteen."

"Kristin, it's nice to hear your voice. I'm being very careful. You know, I am eighteen also. He doesn't scare me a bit."

"Oh dear. Your folks are away, aren't they? I should have known. Perhaps I could come over to chaperone."

"He's very well behaved at the moment. Says he has a magic technique to make my tits look like yours."

"This sounds worse by the minute. What is he doing over there?"

"He just finished an incredible job on my parent's new Internet system. The sound is divine. He promised to dance with me on the patio under the stars."

The hair was coming along wonderfully and a low moan escaped her.

"Claudia! He's not molesting you right now, is he?"

"No, but his hands and the hairbrush are getting me all turned on. I promised him dinner in exchange for dating therapy, but maybe it's going to be a late dinner."

"You poor thing. Can he hear me?"

"Yes, mom. I'm being good. This body is to die for. How did I miss out on chasing her when we were in school?"

"You listen here. Claudia is special. Any of your usual badness and you are in deep doo doo. You both sashay over here in the morning for breakfast, and I want a full report."

Claudia pushed me down and lay on me with her sex positioned directly over my erection.

I choked out, "Your seduction technique is terrific. Tell me again what advice you need? I'm confused. One minute you want to know why I haven't hit on you and the next you are hitting on me." My hands were enjoying massaging her incredible ass. Her tongue was in my mouth and I could tell by the frantic rubbing that an orgasm was almost there.

She gave a sharp little cry and gushed all over me, shaking for more than a minute. I pulled up the bed cover and wrapped her in it. "Stay, I'll fix the drinks and bring our clothes back."

My head was spinning. One of the smartest, prettiest, most unapproachable girls I'd known in school was throwing herself at me. She didn't know it, but the sum of my sex experience was part of cleaning her aunt Martina's pool earlier in the summer. Martina was beautiful, single and needy. After graduation and my birthday, the second time I was at her house, she insisted I join her in the spa, minus my suit. A few minutes later she was sucking me, and a few minutes after that I was exploding in her tight cunt spread out on the tile floor of the poolhouse.

Martina gave me dinner, apologized for taking my virginity without asking, and said that she was a lonely single woman who needed my kind of loving. I kept my mouth shut and enjoyed every minute. I started whispering in her ear that she was an incredibly sexy woman who should be dating and shaking the trees for a good husband with money, not a penniless student not even in college yet. She cried and told me she would never forget my cock. I smiled to myself and thought about writing an essay for class entitled, "Remembered for his cock." Patricia MacGregor, our English teacher, who was beautiful and hot, would not be amused.

When I got back, she was in the same position with her eyes closed.

"I want you. I want that big thing inside me."

I took the glass to her lips and she drank, putting her head back down. "I want you to make my fantasy come true."

My fingers worked on her through the blanket. "This is awful sudden. What would mother say? We haven't even had our first date."

"I'm going to call Kristin and say you are mistreating me."

I sat on her ass and worked on her neck and shoulders. "I don't have any choice? I have to make you a woman this very night?"

"We don't need night. What about now?"

She tossed the blanket off, turned on her back with her legs spread and smiled at me.

I leaned down and carefully kissed her. "You are very demanding."

She flexed her hips at me. The patch of dark hair over her sex was carefully trimmed. There was moisture on the inside of her pink inner lips. Her nipples were sticking out a mile.

"What about protection?"

A wider smile. "I thought experienced guys like you always had a condom in their wallet."

Little did she know. Martina detested condoms and told me she was on the pill and wanted to feel every little bit of my cock. I didn't need encouragement to forget condoms.

I smiled back. "They are in my other wallet, the one I take on dates."

"So it's my fault because I didn't ask you on a regular date before bringing you to my bedroom?"

She flexed the hips again and ran fingers up the wet crease, looking down at my hard erection.

"My period is only a day away. Use that, or I'm calling Kristin."

I gave her my best 'you are about to get it' stare and crawled across the bed. Finally, a look in her dark eyes that showed a hint of uncertainty. I got off the bed, "Let's go find some of your mom's stuff to put inside you."

She muttered, "Stupid. Why didn't I do this earlier."

She grabbed a tube from the vanity. I threw her over my shoulder and marched back, kneading and swatting that provocative ass. She pounded on me. I twirled her three times, shrieking, and let fly at the bed. I was on her in a flash, pushing thighs to her chest and squeezing the tube inside her juicy twat. My cock followed, without any warning. 

"Ooh," she cried out. The cream allowed my cock quick and total entry. She was filled. I loved the tight, clenching, wiggling body on the end of me. She didn't know what was happening, and I didn't have all that much experience, either. But we both wanted this, we wanted the hot, violent back and forth. If I tried to rest, she humped hard up at me, crying, "Keep going, useless."

Guys are always told to wait for their partners to come, but Claudia didn't make me wait. Her body went right up to a screaming peak, and there it was. It took me a long time to finish the last little spurt. 

She lay across me, catching her breath. "That wasn't anything like it was supposed to be. It didn't hurt. I came the very first time you were in me. Oh, that was so nice."

She closed her eyes and just quivered. "I'm sorry I called you bad names. It's like my step mom. He beats her when she does that and she comes and comes."

"So the next time, I'm supposed to get rough?"

"In the porn stuff on the Internet, the women are always getting whipped or worse. Doesn't look like much fun. We don't have to do that, do we?"

I pulled us together on our sides and kissed her. "Have we, um, made some kind of connection?"

"What if I call Kristin and say you have taken my virginity without protection and I may have to move in?"

"You know, my mother told you I was dangerous? Well, so is she. She and my dad have sex almost every day, and they've been married twenty years. One afternoon, I came home early from practice and found mom and her sister going at it hot and heavy. You move in with us and there's no telling what will happen."

She stuck her tongue in my mouth and worked on me for a while. "Hmm. Sex with my boyfriend's mom. That sounds exciting. Maybe I need more real life experiences over the summer to help my writing courses in the fall."

I stood and walked us to the kitchen. My tummy was grumbling. "Are you seriously going to cook, or should I take you out on a proper date?"

"Both. Now that I've shown you my charms, you have to be appreciative."

She did have a flat chest, standing there making salad, letting the charms show some more. She pointed me to a stool at the counter and pushed some vegetables over to be cut. I looked at her, she looked back at me. We returned to fixing things.

"I still don't understand you, but let me guess. You have been stewing about going to college in the fall still a virgin. Don't know any guys you trust to be your first. I show up. We've been distant friends, but mostly competitors. You are impressed by how much of the business I've learned. You decide to see how far you can go with me. A top and bottom with no underwear. Two strong margaritas the way your stepdad makes them. A couple of minutes in front of the mirror practicing your Sophia Loren look..." 

She was in my arms, whispering, "Stop. I won't fight. Whatever I thought I wanted, I got it. Will you stay tonight and give me more loving?"

"My male instincts tell me to take advantage of the moment. Give you a hard time. Make you submit. Rub your nose in my evil sweaty self."

She was tense. I walked us back to the salad makings. Slipped her shorts off. Undid the bra and tossed it in the corner. Dropped my own shorts and sat on the floor. "Go back to doing the salad, we have more to talk about."

I dug my oily fingers into her leg muscles. The articulation of the athlete was impressive. I was no trainer, but I could tell this was special flesh. She hopped back and forth as I hit sensitive places. I worked my way up the legs. She was making soft approving noises.

"This isn't a macho beating. You must know something about sports massage."

"Quiet. I'm thinking. I am not letting you off the hook with a one night stand."

"Torben, I guess you know you can do any damn thing with me you want."

"Claudia, you can't win at poker if you give away your hole cards."

My fingers reached the top of her legs and worked around the delicious flesh where she went together.

She jumped and said, "Oh shit, I'm going to come in one more second if you don't stop."

I did stop, but wrapped my hands around her ass and buried my mouth in her sex.

"Oh god, you are killing me! Oh, oh, oh."

I stood, pushed her over, and drove fully into the cunt that was only an hour away from having been virginal. I stuffed fingers in her mouth and pounded her hard ass that bounced right back at me. She screamed again and I picked her up. She beat on my back as we went down the hall. She landed on the bed and curled up. I went and got a wet washcloth and towels.

Martina liked it when I cleaned her up, so I figured it was worth a try with Claudia. I stretched out the body and mopped between her legs. I took her long finger and sucked on it. She tried to pull back, but I took two more. The other hand tried to intercept me. I bent the strong legs up until I had open access to her sex and applied my mouth again.

"Stop. I can't take it."

I lay down and pulled us together under the blanket.

"Brute."

"Brute?"

"Yes, I made a terrible mistake trusting you. I thought it was going to be simple and almost surgical. You just do it, right?"

"Well?"

"But it's not like that. First, you have to parade your sexy self to get him interested. You're wet and trembling like you've never been before. Second, you have to convince him he's not going to get in trouble being your first. Third, he does it. He puts that great big thing in you. You're all filled up. It's supposed to hurt, but it doesn't. You are tingling all over. Pretty soon that funny feeling starts that means you are going to come. But now he is really going at you. His thing is bigger and harder. You totally lose it and start coming and screaming."

She waited a minute, looking at me quietly. "Then you come back from that place he took you to and you are overwhelmed with feelings. You don't want to let go of him. He seems to feel something too, because he keeps kissing you. You think it is over, but he comes after you again. His hands are where you've never let a guy touch you before. You can't stand the hot flush his fingers send through your body. He takes you back to bed and you scream all over again. You lie with him in a total swoon."

After a long silence, I said, "You have a nice way with words, Claudia. I hope you remember that long enough to write it down. If you teach me things about writing and vocabulary, I'll teach you things about computers."

"Ok, but first things first."

"What do you mean?"

"You've released the slut in me, Torben, and we need to explore some more."

"I guess I don't get to go home tonight?"

"You already know that. Your mom knows that. When we go over there in the morning, she is going to make you tell her everything."

"And you are going along?"

"Actually, I am going to do the telling, but you have to sit there and listen."

She was nervous and wiggling. I got her back to me so I could work on her front. She pushed her butt in my direction, getting me hard. My fingers pinched her nipples and my teeth took a grip on her neck muscle.

"You are sending shocks through me again. Do you do that to all your women?"

I found her clit and rubbed all around it. "You said we needed to explore more. Tell me about that."

She turned and buried her head in my shoulder. "Torben, I don't have a single coherent thought left in my mushy brain. Is it ok if I cry and sob and act like a little girl?"

I lifted us and walked back to the kitchen. The salad and vegetables were still on the counter waiting for attention. "It looks like some guidance is needed. We will do a series of exercises. The first exercise is called "Disregarding Convention." From now until we go to bed, neither of us will have any clothes on. It's hard to have a lot of pretensions in front of someone when you are naked."

I picked up the knife and went back to work on the vegetables. She looked at me glancing at her now and then. "Do you like what you see?"

I waited and finally said, "Yes." She looked down and started tearing the lettuce into pieces. I finished what I was doing and went over to peel the avocado for the salad, rubbing hips with her.

"I'm usually very verbal around my friends. They even have to tell me to shut up. But you've shocked all the talk out of me."

"What about non-verbal communication?" I rubbed hips with her some more. She was two inches shorter, but our hips matched up evenly. I finished the avocado, stepped behind, and stroked from her knees to her sex. She tensed and my hands kept going, touching here and there until the pancake breasts were encountered. She quivered and moaned. I brought a stool up for myself, spread her thighs across my legs and eased her liquid cunt carefully down on my hard cock.

"Ooh."

"Have you made salad before, sitting on a hard cock? Is this ok exploration?"

Her hands went behind my neck and pulled my mouth down for a shuddering kiss. She didn't know it, but her new boyfriend was right on the edge of losing control.

We were totally still for a minute. Then I twitched upward. She pressed down and squeezed.

"Tell me what you are thinking. You hit on a guy and found yourself with his big cock buried in you. Now you are sitting on it again. Your cherry is over. How does that make you feel?"

She went back to tearing lettuce. Then slicing the tomato. And tossing in the avocado.

"You are going to think I'm strange. Since I was a little girl, reading has been a big deal. Last year in English class, I read all the 19th Century women novelists. I'm sitting here saying to myself there isn't a one of them has the sex right. They never wrote about how it feels to have a nice big hard cock inside you. They never admitted a woman could have a shattering orgasm on that big cock."

She finished with the salad, got down off me and washed her hands. Turned around and climbed back where she was, but facing me, and slid down the hard cock again. She clutched and whispered, "I feel so damn good. I don't want you to take that thing away. I want you to hug me and love me and tell me this isn't the end of us."

Tears streamed down her face and she said, "Shit, you've got me all teary."




Escape



I lay down on the sofa and pulled a blanket over us. She sniffled into my shoulder and did a little squeeze dance on me. I pulled her hair and gave her long kisses. I'd never been hard this long with Martina. My fingers worked down her back and pinched her hard butt.

"How can you still be hard in there? I thought guys lost it and fell out."

"When you have a woman with an incredible body who knows how to grab your cock in an iron vise, you don't dare get soft."

She climbed off and led the way to the kitchen. She handed me two tubes, one for inside and one for outside, and pointed to the floor.

"I thought we already did this."

"We did, but I want to replay the record."

She moved to the stove, starting to heat the skillet for stir fry. The bowls of vegetables and some sliced steak were ready on the side. I was on the floor, but hadn't started with the lotion again. When she moved, the muscles in her ass flexed in an incredible way. My fingers followed her hamstrings up to where they attached to the hard glutes.

"Oww. How did you know coach has been after me to strengthen the hamstrings?"

I explored further up and down, doing the calves as well. "I suppose if I run with you, I'll be left in the dust? My legs don't hold a candle to these."

"I need that apron hanging in the pantry. Otherwise the front of me is going to have little burn spots all over it. And yes, I'll leave you in the dust if you are bad." 

I put the apron on and checked under it. She was very jumpy and kicked me in the shin. "Please let me fix your dinner, Master."

I set the table on the patio and found some wine. There didn't seem to be any neighbor windows in sight, but I didn't really care. If she was having dreams of erotic Victorian sex, with ladies who didn't get fucked properly, I was along for the ride. 

The stir fry was terrific, and so was the view of the naked chef. She had her composure back and looked at me boldly. 

I returned the look. "Slut, not only do you please me in bed, your cooking is excellent. Perhaps we have a future together?"

We finished dinner with her in my lap, feeding each other bites of vegetables and beef.

While I cleaned up, she fixed ice cream and berries, then led us to her bed again. The sun was down and shadows lengthening. She put me against the headboard and then pushed her flanks against my legs and pulled my arm over her middle.

"Happy?" I asked.

"Yes. Very. But confused. I just realized I am going to have to live with guys if I want decent sex, and it seems I do want sex, maybe a lot of sex. Is that why you called me a slut?"

"Last year, when I started having sex, Kristin told me life was messy and I needed to get used to that."

"I suppose she meant messy as in all that stuff you get in me and on me, and messy as in being tangled up in relationships?"

"I guess. You've managed to get tangled up with me." I was teasing her breast and she was rubbing her behind on my cock. 

"It would be indecent if you had me a third time, wouldn't it?"

"I think I'm supposed to tell you it's ok to be slutty."

She giggled and pressed against me. "I've only been fucked twice in my life and I have to decide on how much more I need?"

I turned her toward me and licked the nearest nipple. She twitched and I bit down on it. She could feel how hard I was and said, "Take me. Just do your guy thing and fuck me hard."

I got her legs over my shoulders and gave it to her full on, smothering her cries with my lips. The newness of sex was wearing off and she was giving back with big upward thrusts of her own. "Oh god, this is nice. I'm almost there..."

I flipped us over and she howled out her climax, shuddering and collapsing on me.

After a few minutes, she sat up and calmly looked down at me. "I definitely have to have more of those. Am I a slut?"

I pulled her forward and buried my mouth in her dripping sex. In seconds, she was twisting violently and trying to get away. I was having fun. Our mixed juices tasted fine. I didn't stop and she beat on my head futilely until a great orgasm took her. I walked away to the shower, leaving her comatose. But it wasn't long before her smelly delicious body joined me. Her hands pounded as I applied soap to all the places that needed it.

"Beast. Goddamn male. Turning on all my sex circuits and then just fucking me at will!"

I toweled us off and then sat on the floor to apply lotion to those gorgeous lean and muscular legs.

"Is this going to be a regular thing? Me standing here while you work on my legs and get me off?"

"Are you overthinking a little bit of massage?"

She pulled my hair. "Good for nothing. Seducer of innocent girls. Don't stop."

I carried her back to the bed and applied the inside lotion. Otherwise she was going to be no condition for more sex tomorrow. She was wide awake one second, and zonked the next.

I slipped out and went to the patio with my phone.

"Hi. What's up?"

"Did you put her up to deciding I should be her first?"

"Those are very private matters."

"I'm going to beat you. Both of you. The best sex of my life, but why did you need a conspiracy to get me to do what comes naturally?"

"I thought some drama would make it more exciting."

"In the morning we will talk."

"No whip?"

"I'm thinking about that. Sleep tight."

In the morning, the new woman brought me coffee and juice in bed. My head was remembering the margaritas. She looked wonderful. The eyes were different. Dark and inquiring. Lover's eyes.

"I'm sore."

"That's what you get for fooling around with the Internet guy. Don't you slutty girls ever learn?"

"Are we still going to see Kristin? I need advice."

She insisted we put on running clothes. There was going to be a run after breakfast, when she would be able to put me in my place.

We got warm hugs from Kristin, who looked us over and said, "I don't see any obvious wounds. How did it go?" She grinned at us as she went back to fixing breakfast. 

I poured coffee for Claudia and me and we sat at the counter. Neither of us said anything for a while. Finally, Claudia said, "He was awfully nice. I don't understand why, because I felt so silly most of the time. Not having a clue about what was happening to me except that it felt out of this world."

I grabbed Claudia's dark hair and pulled her head to me. "This one is known to be smart and athletic. When she sat in my lap and started hitting on me, I was blown away. Then she gets me to her bedroom and lies there, wide open with all her charms exposed, and tells me to get busy."

I stopped. They looked at me. Kristin said, "That's all? You got busy?"

I had Claudia in my lap, where the tough body could be touched and massaged and kissed.

I waited to see if the female half of our sex equation had anything to say. "He makes me soft inside. It wasn't supposed to be that way. I told him last night that doing it with him for my first time wasn't like it said in the book."

Kristin put the frittata in the oven and came over for a hug. "I've wondered for a long time if the two of you would ever click. Is that what happened last night?"

Claudia turned around and molded herself to Kristen. Their tongues explored each other. Claudia said, in a small voice, "It's different now. I can't go back to being a naive virgin. It's scary. How do I behave around this guy, this male with that big thing that makes me shiver and scream and come?"

I had my arms around both of them, applying kisses, and rubbing boobs.

They came up for air and Kristin said, "That's part of being a sex goddess, honey. From now on, every time you look at a guy, you will be thinking about how good a lover he might be."

"As long as she is hanging out with me, she doesn't need those thoughts."

They laughed and beat on me. Kristin said, "That's another problem. Once they've fucked you, they get possessive. As in thinking they own your body."

Claudia had her hand down the front of my shorts and asked, "What if you get possessive about the cock that is giving you such a good time?"

Kristin pushed my shorts down so she could do some stroking too. "There's some of my DNA in his tool, so I have a biased opinion, but it sounds like he got you off?"

"Oh god, Kristin, it's like magic. He gets near me, I get wet. He sits on the floor and puts lotion on my legs and I'm coming. Just like that."

"Mom, would you like a demonstration of my technique?"

That got me cuffed and told to set places at the patio table.

I sat outside, sipping my coffee and absorbing early sunshine. Behind me there was a lot of girl talk going on. Distantly, I heard Kristen say, "Remember, he needs you too."

The frittata was outstanding. I said, "Thanks for the great breakfast. Did Claudia get your advice she told me she wanted?"

"You don't have to know. Girls need some secrets."

"I should do the pool and the lawn before we run. Dad will get after me if the place isn't looking good when he gets back."

"Well, you have a week. He called to say they want him to detour to Caracas."

My much traveled dad, Leif, was part of a Norwegian family that owned the biggest oil field services company in Norway. He had urged expansion to the US, and got the nod to set it up. Which is why we were living in northern New Jersey, and Kristin was teaching in the local high school. It seemed incongruous for a native Norwegian woman to be teaching English, but she enjoyed it and the students loved their blond Nordic beauty with the soft accent. She was drafted for all kinds of other jobs, including girl's soccer, where she coached Claudia. 

I cleared and started washing up in the kitchen. In a minute, they were alongside and my trunks were on the floor. It's really hard to do dishes with two beautiful women after your equipment and rubbing their bare tits on you.

"How do I rate two sexy women after me?"

"Claudia tells me she is willing to share you. I've had fantasies about your studly self for a long time, and now I'm making myself available."

"Are you and Claudia getting it on too? Is that what was going on with that clinch?"

Claudia cooed in my ear, "Kristin is so hot! She knows I want her. I think we both need to show her how nice we can be."

Kristin's sundress was on the floor, along with Claudia's running trunks and top. They were really into it, paying no attention to me. I guided them down the hall to Kristin's bed and fetched the lotion from the bedside table. My fingers were busy applying it to sensitive places that made them jump and moan. Kristin was on top, rubbing her pussy on Claudia's as hard as she could. My hands were kneading her ass cheeks and applying downward pressure. 

A little voice told me that something was wrong. My mom was off limits. My cock was inches from her incredible body as I chewed on that.

I said in a low voice, "Kristin, you've already got a fine lover. I can't poach."

She jerked sharply around and saw the look in my eyes. I watched her realize she didn't have the right to give herself away. Some couples might ignore their marriage vows, but Leif and Kristin hadn't.

Her body landed on me, shaking and crying. "God, Torben, what was I thinking. This is so fucked up."

Claudia was on the other side, her eyes dark with lust and understanding. We rubbed on Kristin and kissed her softly. I leaned across and kissed Claudia, then pulled her into me. She was shaking and crying too.

I covered them up and went to do the pool.

I was just finishing the tile when they came out with shorts and tees and ice tea. The eyes were dry and had been fixed up. 

Kristin said, in a noncommittal voice, "I told Claudia she is welcome to stay here when her folks are away. I'll talk to Elise."

"Some women aren't happy around the guys they gave themselves to first." I kept my head down, scrubbing the tile.

A shadow stood over me, and a hand used my hair to yank my head up. "Some guys are stupid. Stand up and kiss me properly."

This was a woman who knew what she wanted. The kiss was incendiary. She plastered herself to me and we arced over backward into the pool.

The kiss was still going on when we surfaced. Kristen came and sat with her legs in the water. We settled between them. She fooled with our wet hair.

"Just because I misbehaved doesn't mean there is anything wrong with your loving each other."

Claudia's arms tightened around me harder. "You have to be nice to me. I'm very vulnerable right now."

"If he is not nice, I will punish him."

"The two of us together will sit on him."

I pulled Kristen in with us. Her sad face was gone. They nestled in my arms and took turns kissing me.

"I have another job Monday morning. What do you want to do between now and then. Besides screw." I kissed them and went back to molesting their fronts.

"Why don't we gather up some nice dinner and go to the lake house? It needs a cleanup before Lief gets back and wants to relax there."

"I get to go along so you can supervise? This is going to give Claudia bad ideas."

"Kristen and I will wrap our heads in bandanas and get in our grubbiest shorts and be right in the dirt with you."

"If you both work hard, I will make meringue with fresh strawberries for dessert."

After a shower and shopping, I even got a homemade sandwich to munch on the way. They piled bags on the passenger seat and were in the back together. There was hugging and kissing going on. Kristin had Claudia in her lap, whispering in her ear. "You know, I wanted a girl baby, but something was wrong inside after Torben. Now my best soccer player is in my arms and I can mother you."

I said, "Mothering requires constant checking of her gorgeous tits?"

They looked up at me with bedroom eyes, not stopping the loving that was going on.

"Pay attention to the road. You are the driver, not the chaperone."

Despite the back seat, we got to the cottage in good order and unloaded. It belonged to the family of one of Kristin's fellow teachers. They were away on sabbatical, and Torben's folks had agreed to take care of it. 

I was put to work on the deck, which needed a thorough scrubbing. They gave the country style kitchen the same treatment. In two hours, things were looking up, but the three of us were grimy and smelled of bleach. I said, "Bring some towels and let's go in the lake."

I dropped my shorts and briefs on the dock and dove in. From twenty yards out, I watched them hesitate about skinny in the middle of the day. Claudia stuck out her tongue and stripped. She looked better than yesterday, when she still was a virgin. Firm, high breasts, what there was of them, and a dark patch of hair at her crotch that drew my eyes like a magnet. A swimmer's dive and she was around my neck, calling me out for perving her.

Kristin arrived in a moment and the two of them worked on drowning me. Even if I wasn't going to have sex with Kristin, just getting a hand here and there was great fun. 

"Leave me alone, your own girlfriend is here." She pushed me in Claudia's direction. "If she is still your girlfriend after your bad behavior." Kristin went up the hill, saying she would start on dinner.

I swam to the dock with Claudia clinging and climbed out with her on my back. We lay down on the deck in the warm sun and I held her hand. I mumbled, "Am I forgiven?" 

"I have to think."

"You're smarter than I am. That will just get me in worse trouble."

"You're helping me learn about men. You deserve rewards for that."

"Most girls don't see it that way. They are more interested in trading favors than digging into their own sexuality."

She threw a leg over me and said, "I need to absorb some hormone driven lust."

"You've had sex with me four times in two days. Ever since yesterday, I've been hard around you. I've never lusted for a girl like I do for you. Talk about trouble."

She giggled and moved closer. "I'm pressed as tight to you as I can without actually screwing. The sun is warm and I'm getting a lot of nice vibes. I think you are dodging around about being my boyfriend."

"I can feel my freedom slipping away. You are using pussy power on me."

More giggles. She climbed on top and nibbled at my neck and shoulder. "You said you liked my flat chest and hard body. Is that true? I thought men liked women with pillowy breasts and saggy butts."

I turned over and grabbed her hard ass. I kissed her and said, "Martina is aggressive just like you are. She took me the second time I cleaned her pool, right on the carpet in the changing room. She comes a lot. Is there some kind of orgasm DNA for women?"

Claudia kissed me as she lifted and slipped down on my stiff cock. "That's better. Now we can talk. Are you trying to get me to say you can keep having sex with Martina?" 

"Actually, I told her she was a great fuck but needed to find a guy who loved her properly and had a good job and some money."

"So, you just got me on the rebound from her? You are damaging my tender emotions."

"Emotions my ass. You are riding my cock in the bright sun on the swim dock. You show all the signs of having a good time. I'm asking myself how I rate great sex with a smart chick with a fantastic body."

She lay her head on my chest and relaxed. In a low voice, she said, "You are definitely getting to me. I already told you guys don't chase me because I'm smart and flat chested."

We got up and went to lunch. She held my hand. I pulled her wonderful hair, which was still wet and tangled. "I have to work on this again."

She elbowed me, "Perv."

"Ok, I admit it. Brushing your hair is a big turn on."

Three plates of salad looked delicious. We sandwiched Kristin between us and worked her over. 

"Stop, you sluts. Just leave me to suffer, waiting for my Leif."

That got a round of laughs and we took lunch to the clean deck.

After a few minutes, Claudia said, "So you find the right guy. How do you keep him and how do you keep the tingle going?"

"Whoa, girl. You are way far down the road. Back up and just enjoy your first love. Kiss him and love him and pick fights with him so you know what living with him might be like."

I sat there, trying to stay out of the crossfire. The young, black haired Italian beauty and the proud, tall Nordic mother trading lovenotes in a new mother-daughter conversation. I needed to be elsewhere and put on my grubbies to attack the mess under the house. 

After an hour, things were looking a lot better, but I was full of sweat and cobwebs and grime from top to bottom. A voice said, "Eww, I'm not going near you!"

I growled and said, "I'm the nasty troll from underground and I eat little girls for breakfast!" I made a lunge in her direction and got a good scream as she dashed away. I made my way to the outdoor shower and called for soap and shampoo.

She came out of the house naked and walked down the stairs to me, smiling. "Sir, would you like your hair shampooed? Are there other parts I should work on?"

"Join me, fair lady, and I'll show you my parts."

A stern voice from the porch above said, "Don't you dare lay a hand on that girl. She is off limits to trolls. If you don't behave, I will put a terrible Swedish hex on you."

Kristin liked what she saw and dropped her clothes to join us. Everyone got a good wash and a few kisses, along with hands that were not permitted.

A store run was needed, and it was decided we would all go. Kristin put the top down on her car and made Claudia and me sit in the back. I said, "How come you are being nice to us? I thought I was going to get a lecture about teenage sex."

She didn't answer, paying attention to the road, but shared a look with Claudia. I was beginning to wonder if my Viking blood was strong enough to deal with two aggressive females.

With more looks between them, the women stocked up on red meat and fresh fruit and vegies. I drove and let the stars collect admiring stares in the back.




Escape



We were in the middle of putting groceries away when Kristin's phone chimed. She reached over and pressed the speaker button. 

The agitated voice of Lief shouted, "Armageddon, Kristin, Armageddon!" The phone clicked loudly as he hung up.

She rushed into my arms. "Oh Torben! It's happened! It's happened!"

Claudia was at the counter, eyes wide with shock. I waved her to my side and gathered them both in my arms.

"Kristin! He is alive, we are alive, we must follow the agreed directions."

I turned to Claudia. "Lief was sending us a signal of an attack on the family. We have had a survival plan for years. Everyone is briefed on what to do. Come and sit down." 

I gathered all three cell phones and turned them off. The survival plan assumed that one attack meant others would follow, and everyone should avoid actions that would provide location data to the attackers.

Kristin was sitting with arms around herself, rocking back and forth. "Torben, even with a survival plan, this is so sad. I don't like killing..."

I said quietly to Claudia, "The oil business can be very nasty. The family has operations all over the world and lots of potential enemies. You are not part of this and we need to get you back to your family."

Claudia hugged me tightly and said, "There is no one home for days. Please let me stay with you."

My brain was struggling with the impact of the phone call. Each branch of the family had a safe house and means to wait out an attack, for days if necessary. Ours was on a small farm in northern New Jersey that also provided shelter for two other branches. Assuming family members were alive and able to reach the house.

Kristin said, "Yes, Claudia, we should stay together for now." 

She turned to me, "We must get to the safe house."

A year ago, Lief decided I was old enough and strong enough to be included in the family planning drills. An ex-military man had briefed us on escape and evasion techniques. Depending on how many attackers there were, and how determined, we might or might not live until authorities acted to protect us. At the beginning of an attack, it was important to go to ground and refrain from any use of phones, credit cards, or cars that were traceable to us. In a walled off section of the garage at home were two motorcycles that never were ridden in daylight, and weren't registered. We needed to get to them, but with as much caution as possible.

We were lucky to be where we were. The cabin was fairly remote and our connection to it unlikely to be known to an enemy. Unless, of course, we had been under surveillance the last few days. 

I had to put the women to work to take their minds off our predicament, even if for a few minutes.

"You need to go to the kitchen and prepare some emergency supplies. I'll see if I can locate day packs to put it in. We may end up out in the country for a day or two. I'm also going to move the car into as much hiding as we can manage. When we go outside, we need to assume we are being watched and so should not give away the fact that Lief has warned us. At nightfall, we will move away from here."

I asked Kristen, "Is there a gun in the car?"

"I'm not sure, look in the equipment sack for the tire jack."

I wandered casually outside and moved the car. There was plenty of high ground around the lake from which to keep us covered. In a deep thicket, I searched for the gun and found it, along with a supply of bullets. Lief, over Kristin's objection, had taken me to an out of the way firing range and helped me learn to use a gun properly. 

"Torben, we are not building our lives around guns and attacks. More people are killed by ignorance about guns than deliberately. But there may come a time when having this and knowing how to use it saves lives. Remember your lessons."

It was a wicked looking SIG, common in the military. Wrapped in oiled paper and then in black cloth. Unfortunately, it needed to go with us. Bottom of the pack and hope we don't need to use it. Testing was out of the question. The first bullet might successfully fire or not. Encouraging thought.

They had found packs and filled each with a cross section of the supplies so if we lost one it wasn't all of something important. I was impressed with the quick action. I guided them back to the sofa with a couple of beers, so we could talk more.

"We need to get rid of Kristin's car, it is well known. We can't rent, that is too obvious. If we stole a car up here, it would get to the police immediately. So we need to go home, get the motorcycles, and stash the convertible somewhere private. Do we do that tonight, or wait a day?"

They didn't say anything but pressed into me. Body contact seemed to be important to my women.

Kristin said, "Torben, if we are targets then the house is under surveillance. Does it make any difference if we wait? If there is any confusion on their part, sooner is better than later. How do we get in and out if they want hostages? If they have people in the house already?"

I pulled her into my lap and applied muscle to massaging and pounding on her.

"What are you doing?"

"Thinking."

Claudia joined me, working on Kristin's feet and legs.

"While you think, you are relaxing on my poor body?"

I unzipped her dress and undid the clasp on her bra, giving me access to all of her back. I pointed to her behind and Claudia moved her attentions upward. The dress was now down from the top and up from the bottom around her waist.

"There is nothing poor about this body. It is strong and tough, and has all these curves too."

I lay back and let her relax. Claudia's fingers ran a little routine on the spine, like playing a piano.

Claudia spoke, "We should go to my house and get one of the sedans. I let you out a block away from the house and drive up as though I was expected, and go into the house. If someone is waiting for you, they won't know what to do and I can yell like crazy and run back out. If there isn't anyone there, I go to the garage and bring the motorcycles out, and all three of us leave as rapidly as possible."

Kristin sat up and fixed her clothing. "Claudia, you shouldn't be involved in our troubles."

Claudia hitched up her dress and straddled me. "Your son has taken my virtue and we are bonded. You are not allowed to send me away."

She smiled brilliantly and rubbed herself on my limp cock.

Kristin pulled her off and stuck a hand down the front of Claudia's dress. "You don't take orders very well. Just like me. When we were first married, Lief used his hand on my backside a lot."

I moved dress and underwear so my hand could get a firm grip on Claudia's incredible ass.

"Behave, woman, or Lief's son will follow his father."

They giggled and Claudia turned her face up for a Kristin kiss. "I guess we both are to be disciplined."

It was slow torture waiting for darkness to fall. The women made snacks for the car and we picked up the cabin. We turned on the lights for a normal evening, and slipped out and down to the car without flashlights. We managed to get down the track without the car lights, and headed south on the highway.

Traffic was very light and there was no one following. At Claudia's house, we put Kristin's car in an empty space in the garage and transferred what could be transported on the motorcycles to Claudia's car. On the way to our house, I tried to think of a way not to expose Claudia to danger and came up empty handed. 

Claudia glided to a stop, still out of sight of our house. Kristin and I got out. "Be careful and if you smell anything wrong, come right on out. We will be in sight of the door." I didn't tell her I had the pistol in my pocket.

We watched from some bushes as she did a nice job of turning right up into the driveway and stopping. Her walk to the front door was natural and she turned on the outside light as she entered.

The next few minutes were tense. It seemed to be taking a long time. I wondered whether they would take her hostage and wait for Kristin and me to try something else.

Finally, we heard a garage door creak, and she was wheeling out the first motorcycle. We hurried up to transfer the packs and help with the other cycle. She drove her car inside and we closed up everything before starting the bikes together and going briskly down the street.

There needed to be a stop to regroup before setting off to the survival house and I led us to a park with trees on the edge of town. Kristin and I had rehearsed the back route to the farm, and went over it again. We decided no stops unless absolutely necessary. And a normal biker pace, keeping speed up so as not to attract attention. I hugged and kissed them, trying to release some of the tension of getting away unnoticed. At least we hoped unnoticed. There was no sign of a tail, and our route would reveal one if it occurred almost immediately. I remembered that if the attackers were completely into this, they might be letting us lead them to the safe house, where they could corner Lief. So, the bikes might be bugged. Ten careful minutes with a flashlight found nothing. 

It was a little after midnight and we should be there before three. A little more conversation and another round of hugs saw us on the road, with Kristin in front. I wanted to be rear guard, to have better observation opportunities, especially with Claudia onboard.

Taking no chances, my next worry was that the safe house had been sabotaged. I had never been there, but was part of planning sessions which showed the layout in detail. Some years ago, the farm had been purchased by a family company and leased to one of the Scandinavian churches as a country outing site for picnics and hikes. At the edge of the property, accessible from a dirt lane, was an aged tenant house. In a careful piece of work, the house had been raised, an underground shelter constructed, and the house returned to its original look with a rebuilt interior. In order to provide protection for those who might be inside in an actual attack scenario, but allow others to approach, there were keypads discreetly located on two different fence posts. Each had to be coded properly to prevent offensive action from inside the house. 

We turned off the paved road and parked in a grove of trees. I found the first keypad easily and entered the code I memorized. A very tiny light flickered at the house. After a harder search, I found the second, and it also accepted my code. I told Kristin and Claudia that the little light did not mean anyone was there, just that my codes were accepted.

In a few minutes, we were inside the house, finding no one. There was a windowless room with red night lights. We clutched each other and let out a sigh of relief. So far, so good.

Behind a locked door marked 'Private - Storage' was actually a stair to the underground shelter, with an armored door at the bottom. I entered the combination on the sesame lock and we went in. The room was about twenty feet square, with cots and chairs, propane stove and refrigerator, and crude sanitary facilities in the corner. In another corner was a bank of video screens. 

Claudia asked, "Do we have to stay down here?"

I was thinking the same thing. "I guess not, for now. Let's go back upstairs."

We carefully made a tour of the house, using only pencil flashlights. There was a utility room with a bank of meters. Following the signs, I determined that there was power from the utility company and that the batteries were fully charged and the inverters working. In an upstairs room was a duplicate of the video screens in the shelter. In a closet was a small arsenal of rifles and small arms. I activated the power on the displays and they sprang to life. In addition to camera views looking out from the house, there were two cameras mounted in trees looking in. Nothing was moving.

I said, "We have to stand watches. I'll go first. Find a sofa and a blanket and get some rest."

It was almost dawn when a gong sounded. One of the keypads had been used. There were shadowy figures moving to the other post and the second gong sounded. I zoomed the camera and recognized one of my uncles. I roused the women and we went to the front door. I decided the best thing was to show myself and went to the edge of the porch, telling Kristin and Claudia to stay in the house.

One of the party of six pointed to me and they stopped. I waved and they moved closer. When my uncle recognized me, he came forward on the run.

"Torben! It's good to see you!"

"Likewise, Harald. Is everyone safe with you?"

The women was hugging and crying. Harald's sons Olaf and Thor were with him, along with his wife and two of her sisters. I led the men upstairs to the video monitors so we could talk and watch.

"Do you have any details?" I asked Harald, "We got only the one word signal."

"The television had a report of a small jet crash in Texas. Your uncle Alf was down there. I got the same signal from your father and activated the plan. Do you know where Lief is?"

"No, except that he called Kristin two days ago and said he was being diverted to Caracas for three extra days."

"He would have been on the company plane, and the pilots must have heard about the crash over their radio link."

"If they could bring down a jet plane, we have to assume they are very dangerous, don't we?"

"Yes. And willing to risk the feds being all over them almost instantly. We will have to do some more thinking about all this. Do you suppose there is coffee?"

Leaving Olaf to mind the monitors, we trooped down to the kitchen, where there was coffee, and some hard rolls. Harald hugged Kristin and was introduced to Claudia. 

Taking charge, he said, "We are lucky to have gotten here safely. We are supposed to be joined by Axel and his family, but I am not up to date on their travels or location before the signal. We will keep careful watch. Until we have a chance to regroup, I am afraid we cannot show ourselves outside. It is going to be hard, cooped up in here. But we are a tough bunch, we Andersons, and we are going to take our lives back as quickly as we can."

Everyone nodded and thanked him. His wife and sisters came to say hello to me and we exchanged hugs. Elise said, "Your girlfriend is very nice. Very brave."

"She's tough. Both of her parents were killed in accidents. She lives with her step parents."

Claudia was breathing down my neck. "Thank you," she whispered.

Harald sat next to me, munching on his roll. "You must have been very organized to get here first."

I squeezed Claudia's hand. "We were at a friend's lake cabin. I worried about advance surveillance, but we saw no signs of that anywhere. Our phones have been off since we got the signal. Kristin and Claudia and I are a strong team."

He said, "The family will have gone to the Norwegian ministry for assistance. Anti-terrorist actions have probably already started here. The agreement is that our safe house locations are never to be revealed, even to friendlys. We will leave here as soon as a coded all clear message is received. I have an unused anonymous smartphone that has an app for encrypted email, but I need to go to a town to use it, so we minimize the chance of electronic location of us. Perhaps tonight, if Axel is here, Olaf and I will go to Flemington."

I was asleep sitting there. Claudia guided me to a cot in the basement shelter. I told her to wake me at noon or if anything happened. 

A hand was in my hair, and lips on my cheek. I smiled, still with my eyes closed. "Will you promise to keep waking me like this?"

"You know, I said two days ago, you were either very bad or very good for me? Maybe I can't decide yet. You've got me in a basement bomb shelter kissing you. Our lives are threatened but your tough relatives are all around us and I'm not scared anymore. I think I love you..."

I was on the floor, hugging and kissing her. "Danger bonds people. I'm very afraid we are bonded..."

In the kitchen was a large pot of soup that was welcome. Family members were scattered around the house to give each other space. The sun was high. Thor was watching the monitors. I volunteered to assume the watch and he went for some sleep. Kristin sat in a chair next to me, her hand on my neck. I had made Claudia take my place on the cot.

"Do you think we are detected?"

"It's best to assume that, although there are no signs. Once the U.S. anti-terror people are involved, their options become quite limited."

"What is the motive?"

"Killing one of the principals in the company obviously affects our business. How much beyond that is hard to guess. Perhaps some non-US bribery scheme was going to be exposed."

I took her hand. "Hold tight. Lief is very smart and has military training in his background. If anyone can evade them, he can. Why don't you get some sleep. We may be up all night again." 

Shortly after three in the afternoon, figures appeared on the monitor approaching the first fence post. I sent one of the women to wake Harald and his sons. The four of us clustered around the screens. After the second bong, Harald said, "I'm almost certain that is Axel and his family, but we will go to the door with weapons. Keep watch here to see whether they are possibly followed."

Soon, there was a noisy reunion downstairs. Hugs and sighs of relief that everyone had reached the safe house without harm. Harald and Axel came up to keep an eye on the cameras and fill each other in. Neither had any information beyond the emergency signal. There was no further media news. They agreed that the trip to town to download the encrypted traffic was essential. 

I ventured, "The probability of an attack here is diminishing. The next twenty-four hours is probably their last chance..."

"Yes, we must keep our guard up and be prepared to defend the house. Have you done anything with the guns?"

Harald said, "The boys and I each have a loaded rifle. The rest is still in the closet."

They looked at me. "Lief took me to the range for pistol training and I have one with me. I'm not any kind of expert."

"Don't worry, you can defend from close up. We need that."

I said, "We should rehearse our actions in the event they arrive and launch an attack. In any kind of siege, they will burn this place down around us. The shelter might survive but we would be vulnerable locked in a hole in the ground."

They looked thoughtful about the consequences of that series of events, and I tried to remember the words of the escape and evasion expert.

"Depending on what we learn from the mail tonight, our best plan may be to attempt to bring the police to this location in force if we are attacked. Is there some 911 alert that would do that?"

"At the least, should we not consider posting a first line of defence out beyond the fence?"

Harald said, "Good thinking, Torben. You are right about siege tactics. A safe house is only good as long as its location is undisclosed."

There followed a discussion about tactics and counter-tactics. The key question was whether the attackers wanted to eliminate us, or take hostages. In the death scenario, they would likely pursue a standoff approach, fire bombing the house, or something similar. Our response would be to engage in a fire fight, and take the fight to them if possible. The women would divide weapons among themselves and do whatever damage they could. 

In the hostage taking scenario, our response would be to put up enough of a fight that the attackers gave up and retreated, with our side summoning whatever help it could.

The conversations used up much of the rest of the day. There was no traffic on the dirt road, and no sign of anyone on foot. As twilight approached, Harald and Olaf made their preparations. The women provided a list of needed provisions. I suggested they refuel the bikes at the same time they made the Internet connection. And take pistols with them.




Escape



Tension was high for the hour and a half they were gone. I stationed Kristin on the front porch to listen for their return, or any other noises. Claudia went with her. Sitting before the screens, I thought about ways to attack us. If they were well armed and organized, surprise and aggressive action would be involved. Stun grenades, Molotov cocktails, a diversionary blast nearby to draw us offguard. There weren't going to be many survivors on our side in that event.

Claudia came up the stairs. "We can hear the bikes in the distance." Sure enough, in a few minutes Harald and Olaf came down the road on foot, packs on their backs.

Harald was at my side in a minute. "I need to work with these messages to see if there is anything about the attack for us." He fussed with his software until a list of decrypted mail appeared. Near the top was one from Lief. Harald asked me to get Kristin. They read it together. His pilot had diverted in the Caribbean and made it to Memphis before landing. The plane and its crew were being detained because of the connection to the crash of the other jet. Lief was in contact with the FBI, and had told them that family members were in secure locations. He asked for an immediate report from us.

He said that anti-terrorist actions were being taken in Norway, the U.S. and elsewhere. Several individuals had been taken into custody but no information had been obtained thus far. The company plane had been observed falling from the sky in flames south of Houston about five minutes after taking off. He ended with a note to Kristin saying he was fine and would see us soon.

There also was a broadcast note to the worldwide family from Norway saying to stay in place and wait for additional news to be forthcoming.

Kristin, Harald and I looked at each other. Half a loaf. Some reassurance, but nothing that helped us determine what to do right here and now. The lack of suspects under arrest was not good news. We debated whether Harald and Olaf should make a second trip to respond to Lief, and decided to wait until morning. We didn't want to attract attention in Flemington, at least not now, and we needed all of our manpower to stand guard through the night.

About ten o'clock, as we were having a late supper of soup and toasted bread, a pickup truck passed us on the road in a small cloud of dust, headed in the direction of the river. Could be anything, including a feint at us. I had circled the house shortly before to make sure no light showed, and we were completely dark. Unfortunately, if they had infrared detectors, the heat from inside would definitely show.

A plan for the morning was developed. Harald and Olaf would visit the McDonald's in Flemington and buy a large takeout breakfast, mentioning that they were camping on the river with a group. Harald would get on the WiFi while Olaf did the food.

It was a long tense night. Claudia tried to spell me at midnight, but I sent her back to bed, saying I would get her up when I was sleepy. I was getting kisses and neckrubs from both of them, and trying to keep their spirits up with encouraging remarks. There was movement on one screen, which jerked me completely awake in a hurry. First one, and then a second tall furry tail appeared above the grass. Fox romance. They played in front of the camera for several minutes and disappeared into the trees. I told myself it was a good sign, because they would not have been around if a human was in the brush.

At five, Harald, Olaf and Thor came up the stair. Harald sent me to get some rest, telling Thor to mind the cameras.

I was groggy when Claudia kissed me awake. "It's nine and they are back." I staggered upstairs. Kristin hugged me and said, "They've made arrests in Houston and New York!"

Everyone gathered in the front room to discuss our next actions. Claudia pressed coffee and a roll into my hands. Waiting was hard and you could see it in people's faces. Axel, Harald and I sat together and Harald summarized the morning news and email. There was a second encrypted message from Lief, saying that our house had been checked and was now guarded. He was going there in the next twenty-four hours, but not sure yet whether it was safe to stay there. The general instructions were to begin traveling back home at noon today if everything appeared normal. Before homes were entered, the heads of the groups were to contact the local Sheriff for further instructions.

We were answering questions from the women when there was a tremendous explosion from the direction of the motorcycles. I shouted to Kristin and Claudia to get on their phones and call 911. Axel was ushering most of the women down the stairs to the shelter. The three men with the most rifle experience were out the door to the fence line. I took position next to an opened window. There were sounds of a firefight several hundred yards up the road. In several minutes, two figures appeared in the road, running towards the house. Axel opened up with his rifle, trying to interrupt their progress. This apparently surprised the men, who dropped into the ditch. Very shortly, a black SUV with men hanging out the doors came over the hill. Taking a chance, I ran out on the steps and shouted and waved at the ditch in front of them.

There was a blast of automatic weapons fire, and the two figures came out of the ditch with their hands up. Seconds later, they were face down in the road, ziptied and hooded. Men with machine guns and FBI jackets advanced on me. My hands in the clear, I said, "I am Torben Anderson, and you have found our family safe house."

Axel and the others approached, guns carefully pointed at the ground. The FBI men gestured to the ground and they let them fall. The women were cautiously creeping out onto the porch.

A man came down the road and hurried over. "I'm James Middleton, the team leader. Everything's going to be ok. They tried to avoid our roadblock but rolled and blew up their own explosives. There was a second car that tried to fight, but most of them are dead. Are you folks ok?"

We said we were, and very glad to see them. Were they ok?"

"Thanks for asking. Two of my men have grazing wounds, but nothing serious. Damn, that was a big blast. Our ears are still ringing."

Kristin came up and said the phones worked and help was coming. Middleton looked unhappy, but said, "Local law enforcement is going to be all over us in a minute. Sit tight. Every cop in northern New Jersey is going to want a statement. And the media helicopters will be here momentarily. I am declaring the whole square mile around here a federal no access zone until all the evidence from the fight is collected."

We asked when we might be able to leave and he guessed, six hours. But at least we could all use our phones again. We went around announcing this and telling people not to say where we were. Although the television would fix that soon. He said he had to get back to his team and sprinted up the road.

I asked Harald about residual danger. "Two cars full out of action. Some more arrested in New York and Houston. A good start." His eyes said what I was thinking, don't relax just yet. But don't alarm the women.

A dozen Andersons and Claudia sat on the front porch and watched the two attackers dragged away, followed by yards and yards of yellow tape around the house, the hiding place in the ditch, and along the road. Sirens sounded continuously in the distance and after half an hour, a car with Flemington Police on the side came to a stop in front of us. Harald and Axel went out to talk to the uniformed men who got out, one of whom wore an impressive uniform. They walked slowly over to the porch. Axel said, "This is Chief Warrington from Flemington. He wants us to know he is very happy we are safe, and if there is anything he can do to help as untangle things, to let him know."

Axel's wife, with a big smile, rushed down the steps and gave the Chief a big hug and a kiss on his cheek. We all clapped. The Chief smiled.

Claudia sat next to me and asked how we should handle her situation and getting in touch with her folks. "Call Martina. She will scream and shout, but run interference for you. You can tell her that Torben took good care of you. That will set her off." I kissed her, not caring if others saw. 

Harald was going by and I said, "What do we do about interviews? Do we need a spokesperson?"

He looked around at the family and back at me. "Would you be willing to do it? You are young, handsome and well spoken. You have all the facts, and can rehearse how to avoid being drawn into any of the places we don't want to go."

I responded, "Ok, you and Axel have a lot of responsibilities getting everyone organized to go. I'll ask the Chief if it is possible to have a press conference somewhere around here."

I caught the police car as it was turning around. "Chief Warrington, the family has asked that I act as spokesperson. Do you suppose we could organize a press conference. Otherwise, there will be a total madhouse. It's not everyday you have a terrorist shootout in your backyard, with thirteen threatened family members in a farm house."

He smiled and nodded. "I'll call the Mayor and see if he wants to do it at City Hall. That all right with you? I don't suppose you want the whole world tramping in your yard out here. You are also going to need a twenty four hour patrol for a few days. I don't have enough men to station one out here, but we can do drivebys. He looked at his watch. "It's eleven now. What if we do it at one o'clock. That will give the TV people time to set up. I'll tell the roadblock people to let you through both ways."

I went back to the porch and called a group conference. "There is going to be a press conference in town and Harald has asked me to represent the family. I'm working on details of our ordeal right now but there are several things we should all agree to have a single story about. First, the three family groups came here because Axel, Harald and Kristin decided that was the thing to do when they heard about the plane crash. Please do not, repeat do not, mention any thing about a safehouse or an emergency plan. Also, do not give away the underground shelter. As soon as it is cleaned up, the doors will be closed and locked. When I am in town, I will find a security service that will send a guard out on a twenty-four hour basis starting tonight for a week. They will not have access to the inside of the house, but will break in if they have to for some reason, like arson."

Axel's wife, Christina, said, "Torben, if you can handle reporters like you just did with us, everything will be fine. Thank you." 

I said to Kristin, "Someone should come with me for backup." She laughed and said in my ear, "Your mommy is not going along! Take your gorgeous girlfriend. She will wow the press."

Claudia hadn't heard that, but was looking at us. She was gorgeous. She was about to be famous. I smiled and gestured to her to come over. I whispered to her, "Kristin thinks you should come with me for backup."

She stared to me and said, "You are kidding, I'm not even a family member."

Kristin said, "He doesn't need a mommy at a press conference. You do it. The two of you make a fine couple."

Claudia grabbed her and went inside muttering about a girl needing to fix herself up.

The next few hours were a blur, with many funny moments. With all the traffic and several roadblocks, Claudia and I barely got there before the Mayor started talking. It took ten minutes for him to explain the virtues of Flemington and how fortunate his community was to have such a fine police force, which had noticed two suspicious vehicles and called them in, resulting in the FBI apprehension of terrorists. 

Before he finished, reporters were howling, "What about the firefight, what about the family?"

Luckily, the FBI had a pretty blond woman in full battle gear to give their much censored story. She was on message, looked and sounded tough, and wasn't taking any nonsense from the media. She announced that since there was still an active crime site outside town, she was needed there and additional questions should go to the northern New Jersey headquarters in Newark. I whispered, "Great job," to her as I went to the mike. 

I had just got started describing the Anderson family business when a reporter shouted, "Who is that woman with you?"

I could tell they weren't going to leave me alone until Claudia had been introduced and waved at her to join me on the podium. She looked like a million dollars and had on her best smile. The light makeup she and Kristin had worked on was perfect. The cameras were loving her and eclipsing me. That was just fine. More Claudia and less Andersons was good. I started again, and the same reporter shouted, "Is she your girlfriend?" She spoke up, "Torben and I just finished school together and yes, we have been dating."

Miraculously, I got the short direct story of our coming to the country house told without stumbling or having obnoxious questions. It was obvious the TV guys and the still photographers were doing their best to get Claudia in every shot. As I finished, someone called out, "Would Ms. Resnick please answer a few questions?"

I stepped back as Claudia flashed her million kilowatt smile and took the mike.

"Would you please tell us about your ordeal. How did it feel not knowing whether the terrorists were coming after you or not?"

My girlfriend of a few days handled the media with aplomb. In her book, the men were men, taking care of their women, ready to fight to defend their families. Her dark eyes flashed as she described the tension of nearly forty-eight hours in tight quarters. How everyone remained calm. How relieved she was to have me to rely on. Her arm was around my waist and the cameras were exploding.

Just as the questions were closing in on details I did not want to answer, Chief Warrington came up and announced that the press conference was ended because of urgent duties of everyone involved.

I thanked him profusely. He said, "Torben, you handled that just right and your girlfriend is a star."

As I started the car through the traffic, still waving off reporters, I said, "You better get to Martina. Those pictures are going to be everywhere and I mean everywhere. Are your folks still in Milan?"

She looked at me and said, "Did I do all right?"

"All right? You were the damn star of the show. All the dumb questions got deflected. You saved my butt."

She laughed and dialed Martina. "Hi, it's Claudia." There was a loud screech from the phone. "Where are you? Your picture is all over the TV. You and Torben look so cute. Are you all right?"

After a few minutes of explanation, and a promise to try to get to her house tonight rather than go home, Martina agreed to find the folks and fill them in before the media did. 

Another half hour and we were at the farmhouse. The baggage for Axel's car, which we had been using, was piled in front. I opened the trunk and started loading as the family came out. He asked, "How did it go?"

"Good, I think. The national news only does soundbites, and between the FBI blond and Claudia, the women will get all the publicity and some things we would rather not have the media know are untouched so far. Did the security guy come out? I didn't have much chance to talk to him."

"He was here. We gave him a check for a generous deposit. He is ok not having a key to the house. I gave him a note to show to the FBI or any cops that come around."

Kristin and Claudia had our packs on the porch. Kristin was showing Claudia her picture on the news on her phone, and they were giggling. I went around hugging and kissing the women, and shaking hands with the men. We congratulated ourselves for dodging the bullet, literally, this morning, and having two cars full of terrorists not after us anymore.

We had to go back through Flemington on the way home, and about halfway through town, someone yelled, "There they are!" Claudia's skirt was flying and she screamed in my ear about the terrible pictures being taken of her legs and underwear. Oh boy, she was going to get film offers out of this.

By the time we reached Martina's, we were shot. Dirty, smelly, hungry. She took us in and got hot showers going, found sweatshirts and shorts, and brought margaritas to the patio where we collapsed.

"You are famous. You are truly, truly famous. Look at this." She opened her laptop on the table and ran some of the video coverage of the press conference. And a few ending shots of a Claudia thigh next to mine on the bike. Except hers was bare and mine was in jeans.

We asked about her folks. "It's after midnight over there and they were asleep in their hotel. But they turned on CNN while I was on the line and you were on. Your stepmother couldn't stop shouting, "My daughter, my daughter." Claudia and Martina smiled, because the relationship with the stepmother wasn't all that warm.

I closed my eyes. "Martina, what if we hide out here for a few days. We can't avoid the press entirely, but what if we arrange a select few exclusives and do them at Claudia's house. Hire a guard to keep order out front, and disappear when we are done." 

Her kiss was tender. "You poor thing, of course you can hide out in my bed." Snickers from Kristin and Claudia.

I said, "Martina, you are the most loving woman in the world, but predatory around others. I thought you were going to find some big, well hung bruiser with money?"

I took a long drink of tequila and lime juice as she pounded on me for not appreciating her.

My tongue found her lips and I pulled her in close with a firm hand on her behind. "You have to be considerate. I have the nicest girlfriend ever, who gives me wonderful privileges. She is already a star and I will have trouble keeping her when the film offers come in. You know about those casting couches, don't you?"

Now I had all three of them beating on me, which I richly deserved. "Louse! Faithless wretch! Undeserving wimp!"

Claudia was wiggling in my lap and kissing me wetly. "Torben," she whispered, "I really did lean on you at the farmhouse. Every time I came upstairs you were there, solid as a rock. I think maybe I am going to latch onto you permanently. What if we go to the same school together?"

I sipped my drink and went after her tongue with mine. I had my arm around Kristin, who felt warm and solid herself. I needed to get these bodies together with mine in a nice bed.

I looked up. "We have to try to contact Lief."

She held my head to her side. "I just talked to him. He expects to be here tomorrow. I told him we were at Martina's."

"What about danger?"

"He said the FBI, the CIA and the Norwegian counter-terror people are constructing a trail leading back to the source of the attack. More news when we see him. He thinks the threat is low."

I said, teasingly, "Martina, about that invitation to your bed. These two expect to come too."

She looked at me with innocent wide eyes, "Ooh, you are going to take care of all three of us?"

I growled, "You are going over my knee. You have three survivors of a terrorist attack in your home and you are making terrible suggestions."

Four of us did get in her bed, and nobody got any action. 

The sun was bright when the phone rang to wake us. I answered to hear, "Torben, it is Lief. Thank you for taking care of Kristin. May I talk to her?"

Mom jumped out of bed and stood in her briefs, "Oh, it is so good to hear your voice again. Are you nearby?" Their conversation went on for some minutes. Claudia and Martina hugged me. I rolled them over and applied kisses, mumbling little words in their ears about loving them. Martina asked Claudia, "Dearest niece, are you going to share him with me?"

Claudia sat up, her flat chest in the sunlight. "Auntie, he told me you are supposed to be off his cock and finding another?"




Escape



Kristin ended the call and said, "He is going to our house in a few minutes and make sure everything is ok, and will call us again." She looked at Martina grinding herself on Claudia and asked, "What is going on? I turn my back and the lesbians take over?" I folded her into my arms and we watched the two of them have a wrestle. 

Kristin whispered in my ear, "How does it feel to have women fighting over you." She tightened her arms and licked my ear. "You are incredibly male now. Even after the shower last night, I can smell you. It's making me wet."

I moved her around so I could attack her front, sucking hard on a popped out nipple. My hand slipped between her thighs, finding warmth and moisture. "You need a good hard fucking," I whispered.

"Yes," she said back, humping on my hand. The lesbians were watching us. I gestured to them and said, "She needs to come now, just a temporary relief before she meets her lover."

With three of us working her body, Kristin had a wrenching orgasm, jerking and gasping out little screams and collapsing with eyes on us. "You are totally bad. I am going to the shower and he is going to fix you up with his big tool. He will make you scream like I did."

Martina got me first. She was hotter than a pistol, which I guessed meant her search for new cock was not going well. Claudia bit her nipple and she screamed wildly, which sent a blast from me deep inside her.

Claudia was laughing and wriggling around and giving me a wonderful time. Her cunt liked being speared and she hissed, "More. I'm not sure I will share you. I may need this full time."

Martina got her fingers between us and made Claudia jump and climax as her clit was tortured. The spasming cunt brought me off quickly.

Kristen walked in with a towel on her head. The two younger bodies lay in the disaster of a bed, their wet pussies dripping on the sheets. "I heard those screams. I'm going to tell his father that Torben is following in good footsteps."

We were finishing breakfast when Lief summoned us to the house. I asked Kristin, "Do you want to go by yourself?"

She laughed. "I'm sure he has more on his mind than sex. Relax. Besides, if he carries me off, these two will keep you occupied." Her smile was teasing.

Lief was out in front as we drove up. Kristen ran shouting into his arms, kissing and shaking. The rest of us approached to shake his hand and get our own hugs.

His arm around me, Lief said, "Torben, everyone says you are a hero. Organizing the escape. Taking care of the women."

Claudia hugged the other side of me. "He is, Lief, he really is."

My father could see something going on with the two of us. I said, "She wouldn't stay home. Insisted on coming along. Took charge of the press conference."

"I saw her. You have a very special girlfriend." His arm tightened around me.

My father spent most of the day on the phone. The crowd of media outside grew until he finally went out and gave an interview. This didn't satisfy them, they wanted the girl from the press conference. He came back into the house with a big smile. "Claudia, you must make another appearance."

She looked at me with unhappy eyes. "Do I have to?"

Kristin was laughing and pulling her into the other room. "TV is out there. Let me fix you up."

There was poetic justice, I thought, that my girlfriend looked like a million dollars in a flouncy dress of Kristen's, while her boyfriend, in ancient jeans and dirty tee shirt, trailed behind.

She was incredibly poised, as she had been before. Giving full answers when she could, deflecting obnoxious questions when she needed to. Feeding easy ones to me. After twenty minutes, she gracefully wrapped up the session with a statement that we had an urgent family meeting to attend.

Lief was smiling, almost laughing, as we returned to the living room. He mouthed, "You better not let her get away."

Claudia hugged me, shaking with tension release. She turned with a big smile and said, "Torben and I are going to my house to do chores. You are invited there for dinner whenever you finish chores here." The two women giggled at each other and she led me out the door.

We danced around inside the house, picking up the bedroom, checking the kitchen. She ran into my arms with a kiss, and flew away just as fast. 

"Aren't you going to say something romantic to me?"

"I have just landed with a longboat full of Vikings. You are a dark, pretty young thing, and I am taking you home to make babies."

She forced me down on the bed, "I will be your Viking bride, but you have to say you love me."

I ran my hands down her back and kissed her. A long, loving kiss.

"I'm not scared any more. My warrior has me in his arms and that is all I need."

After a long silence, I said, "I almost got you killed but you will still have me?"

She stood at the side of the bed, smiling and dropping her dress. "You are a sad excuse for a Viking, lying there with your clothes on..."



Escape



Lindsey was not a happy girl. 

She wasn't unhappy, exactly. If anything, her emotional state was non-existent. Her senior year in high school could have been ecstatic, vibrant, chaotic, frightful, painful, embarrassing, any number of adverbs or adjectives. Instead, it simply---was. She would have considered herself a drone if she thought of herself at all. Her existence was simple. She came to school, excelled in her classes, went home, did chores and homework, ate a silent supper with her mother, did a series of workouts inside; afterwards took a shower and went to sleep. Repeat each day with variations on weekends. 

She was intelligent but did not associate with the clique of the high school "intelligentsia". It wasn't that she rebuffed attempts at friendship or was painfully shy. She just didn't acknowledge attempts at friendships. 

If anyone at the school had been insightful enough to see through the drab exterior she presented, they would have had found an unrivaled beauty in her form. No one was that insightful, however. At her mother's---not so much insistence but rather indoctrination (for insistence presumes a buried rebellion somewhere, but rebellion was nowhere in Lindsey's programming) she wore her dark lustrous hair in a bun, and dark big, framed glasses (though the lenses were mere glass, as Lindsey's eyesight was 20/20). Her clothing always consisted of long sleeved baggy blouses, loose button up sweaters, ankle length skirts and unattractive shoes. Underneath, there was no steamy underwear hinting at wantonness waiting to be unleashed. It was white and utilitarian, ordered from a mail catalogue from a middle class chain department store. The boys who glanced at her and immediately forgot her existence would have passed out from testosterone overload from a simple scene every night in her bedroom. After taking a shower and brushing out her hair, which fell down to the small of her back, she would stand in front of a full length mirror in all of her nude glory. Her full and firm breasts, narrow waist and tight buttocks were the stuff of male fantasies and playboy centerfold searches. But there was neither self-admiration nor self-loathing in her self-examinations. She was simply checking to make sure that everything was healthy. Seeing that her five foot three frame was still in good shape, she put on a nightgown that almost touched the floor when she walked. 

If things had gone along uninterrupted, Lindsey would have found herself sixty years from now a "spinster" research librarian with vague feeling of emptiness. Fortunately, fate stepped in. Specifically Fate stepped in in the following forms: 

1) A computer program almost as bereft of personality as Lindsey 

2) An Irish scholar with the improbable name of Genghis O'Brien 

3) A 2500 year old scroll for garden pests.

- - -

In a small town in a big but empty western state, a fairly unknown mathematician with a few academic papers to his name died. One of the papers he had produced, though, was fairly instrumental in designing algorithms to make transactions between large financial institutions more secure, thus providing a substantial amount of financial security for the mathematician. Our mathematician had very little use for the money when he was alive, but had big plans for it on his death. His estate provided for the establishment of a research foundation concerning the history of the history of Celtic people, especially B.C.E. (Before Common Era). He had some provisions, though. 

Part of the money was to be used to establish a "budding scholar" program. And any Gaelic Historians who wanted long term fellowships in the foundation had to spend a couple of years as mentors in the "budding scholar" program. Specifically, he or she would have to take on a high school senior as an intern in actual research while simultaneously instructing the intern. 

Each year, as per the late mathematician's instructions, five high schools were selected at random. Each school was allowed to sponsor five candidates for the internship, and one would be selected on an essay entry, SAT scores and general academic standings. As Lindsey finished her junior year (and incidentally turned 18 in June), her high school was one of the five that was allowed to sponsor five students. The school itself had a mini-selection process including an essay which, after an hour long analytical discussion with her mother concerning the pros and cons (her mother thought it would look good on a scholarship application, though Lindsey herself thought the benefits wouldn't outweigh the need to disrupt her schedule. In the end, though, Lindsey went with her mother), Lindsey submitted her essay and application to her school. Almost inevitably, she was selected among the five students her school sponsored. And in the end, she was selected as the intern in the foundations budding scholar program. 

Fate had taken the first step in changing Lindsey's life. The next step was to bring in the Mongolian Hordes from the desert of academia.

- - -

Technically, his name was Genghis James O'Brien, though his colleagues called him Jimmy, his superior James, and his family Dutch (for some inexplicable reason his older brother Larry started calling him that when James turned 2, and the rest of the family picked it up). Genghis was pinned to him because his great-grandfather had been a member of the original Smithsonian expeditions to Mongolia at the beginning of the 20th century. At age 32, he was becoming something of an adventurer himself, though he wouldn't admit to it. On his last expedition, the story he would repeat to others with a certain amount of pride was the discovery of a reference in a secluded Hungarian monastery to a 14th century tome that suggested the existence of an undiscovered Roman settlement on the Crimean peninsula. What was inconsequential to him (and would have been more exciting to his listeners) would have been the run in he had with artifact smugglers on the Austrian-Hungarian which he escaped from with his life as well as a few pre-Christian Roman artifacts which he turned over to the grateful Italian authorities. In many ways, G. James O'Brien was a modern day Indiana Jones who hadn't learned that denial just isn't the name of a river in Egypt. 

Currently, Genghis James O'Brien was storming into the office of his supervisor with all the grace of his namesake. His immediate superior, Daniel Mayo, remained stonily silent in the face of this storm. Danny would have remained stoic if the current Genghis had had a real horde behind him. 

"Danny, it's not fair. I've almost got those permits lined up. The site is pristine. Untouched! Most of what we know about the Celtic sacking of Rome is pure legend. They're the last people to sack Rome before the rise of the Roman Republic and then the Roman Empire. Why do I need to go to some little Podunk high school and play nursery maid?" 

Danny looked Jimmy O'Brien up and down. He was 6' 3", rugged good looks with a long thin scar running across his jaw line. He was athletic, with dark hair and green eyes that sparkled with mischief when he was in a good mood and buying the round. Now, though, Jimmy's eyes were as hard as flint. Those big hands of his hands, which could handle a pottery fragment with meticulous gentleness ,were in a hard grip on the edge of Danny's desk, as if by force of will Jimmy could make Danny supersede the Foundation's policy just this once. Not a chance. Daniel Mayo was The Original Unmovable Object. 

"OK, Jimmy, you don't have to go down to tutor at the high school." Jimmy smiled for a moment. "Of course, you can forget your fellowship and expedition sponsorship." Jimmy started to protest. "Look, Jimmy, this is how it is. Your a brilliant Roman scholar with an interest in the relationship between the budding Roman Republic and the loose Celtic Federation of the time. And the Foundation is more than willing to pay for you to pursue this interest, inasmuch as it expands the knowledge of all things Celtic, for which this foundation was endowed. However, that comes with a price. And frankly, Jimmy, you won't find such a generous offer anywhere else in the realm of archaeological research. Or at least with as few strings as the foundation has. So go do your one year in academic Siberia. You put in two hours a day with this budding scholar, and the rest of the time you get to sort through all the raw data you've brought back over the last four years. You'll still have unlimited access to our online libraries, as well as those of our affiliates. And if you're a particularly good boy, I might...MIGHT...be able to get you a generous backing from one of our patrons for a trip to the Ukraine." Jimmy's eyes lit up on that note. He was fairly sure the Foundation would not sponsor an expedition to the Crimean since there wasn't even the remotest connection to anything Celtic, but a might from Danny was a promise in stone from anyone else. "But that fully depends on your year of tutoring being productive. No black eyes for the Foundation. Understood?" Jimmy nodded and went back to his office. 

There wasn't that much to pack. Most of the Uhaul trailer he had rented was full of books, papers and clothes. One of his friends from the Foundation was subletting his apartment, and the Foundation itself was providing a furnished house in the town where he was being exiled for one year. The trip was only three hours, but the hangover from the goodbye party worsened the dismal mood he was already in. So when he went to the high school to present his credentials and then meet the prospective "budding scholar", his worst fears were realized. She was a tiny frumpy thing with a blank face and empty eyes. One year of his life he would never get back as he attempted to throw Celtic pearls before this swine. Lindsey looked at the brute before her with rough features and doubted that anything he would teach her would be more than rote lecturing, which she could easily teach herself more comfortably in her own living room. Worse, though usually the opposite of empathic, Lindsey could tell that the man before her didn't not want to be here, and found her something of a disappointment. She was already regretting signing away 10 hours a week of her life for her entire senior year. 

Fate, however, was indifferent to their mutual disdain. She had thrown them together with a purpose in mind, and still had one card up her sleeve. An Ancient Chi---err, Celtic secret.

- - -

The Foundation had rented for James an unremarkable little house located, fortuitously enough, between Lindsey's high school and Lindsey's home. This was the only silver lining in the setup as far as Lindsey was concerned, cutting back on the time taken from her other tasks. James had converted the formal dining room to an office, pushing two large oak desks face to face. His plan was to spend the first hour teaching from a Latin primer to Lindsey, set her study assignments for the second hour while doing online research himself or going through photocopies of some of the church documents found in Hungary. 

Lindsey parked her somewhat rusty but basically nondescript car in his driveway and walked into the study. She was dressed in her usual "uniform of the day", i.e., bun, fake glasses and formless blouse, sweater and long skirt. Under normal circumstances, considering it was a visiting male teacher and female student, the principal might have at the very least insisted the tutoring session be held on campus, if not with a chaperone present. However, in this case the principal was very empathetic. Lindsey was the polar opposite of the classic giddy hormone saturated school girl, and was a legal adult besides. (The sole event of that August birthday being to go down to the county clerk's office to register to vote.) In addition, after a heart to heart talk with James's boss, and witnessing the initial meeting between Lindsey and James, she could tell that James saw Lindsey as an albatross to be bourn around his neck for one year before he could free himself of that burden and seek greener pastures. So the off campus sessions were allowed and then forgotten by all except the two who had mentally girded themselves to endure them. 

Lindsey walked in and took the seat across from James as he scribbled on some notes, not looking up. A few minutes later as Lindsey patiently waited, he tossed a beat up Latin primer in front of her and looked up. "First, Ms. Dunham, my name is Dr. O'Brien. I believe we shall get along better if we maintain formalities, as I believe neither of us would benefit from pretending anything but a formal relationship will exist between us. Now, your initial lessons will be to learn a modicum of Latin, which will be required if your to be of any use to me. A number of the documents I'm looking over are in either Early Church Latin or Medieval Latin, so a basis in Classical Latin will allow you to organize them for my research." 

In a emotionless voice, Lindsey stated, "Latine loquor." 

Jimmy looked up from his notes with a raised an eyebrow. Something prodded him to respond with "Hoc tempore obsequium amicos." Lindsey replied with "Veritas odium parit." Jimmy gave her a long look and nodded. "And yet we keep looking for the truth, don't with, Ms. Dunham. I don't suppose you're familiar with Gaelic, Irish or otherwise." Lindsey shook her head. "But I am a fairly quick learner." 

"Of that, I have no doubt, Ms. Dunham. Well, we shall rely on your Latin for now and tackle the Irish later." Jimmy reached behind him and pulled a thick folder out of his file cabinet and placed it in front of her, as well as a worn Latin dictionary. "Now these are copies of copies of texts taken from the Vatican Library. It makes mention of a patron named Aemilius Paullus..." A hint of inquisitiveness flashed in Lindsey's eyes. "Ah, a name you don't recognize. Well, the thing he is most noted for is being a patron of Pobylius...". From here Jimmy launched into a mini-lecture, as Lindsey translated works and asked questions. At the end of the two hours Lindsey had come to the conclusion that the two hours would be fruitful after all. Jimmy, too, had new thoughts of Lindsey. Not only would she be a useful assistant, but with the right encouragement could be prodded into becoming a top notch research librarian, an indispensable Library liaison to archaeologists such as himself. 

In truth, the only distinction Jimmy made between Lindsey and his desktop computer was that Lindsey didn't require a surge protector. And Lindsey viewed James a remarkable if somewhat eccentric instructor, but had no more emotional regard for James than his computer had. 

This was about to change over the course of just two weeks.

- - -

Over the next few weeks Jimmy and Lindsey settled into a comfortable routine, the tutoring combining teaching Lindsey both Roman and Celtic History as well as basic Gaelic. The work she did for Jimmy was scut work, basically pouring through photocopies, looking for key words and handing them over to Jimmy, but it was a learning experience as well, and she had Jimmy's inclination for the meticulous observation of the most minute details and the patience to bring them to the surface. And then Lindsey made a discovery. 

The discovery itself had came over a break of their usual routine. Jimmy had offhandedly made a remark about a certain Ivy league full scholarship that she should put in for. The foundation, as a rule, did not provide scholarships, but did provide living subsidies in the form of grants that were connected to certain scholarships for Irish Studies. Lindsey had reported it to her Mom and her Mom decided to have Dr. G. James O'Brien over for Friday night dinner. That afternoon a large box of files had been Fedexed over to Jimmy from the Foundation and he was discussing the fact with Lindsey over dinner while alternately providing scholarship/grant information to Lindsey's mother. At this point, Lindsey's mother volunteered her daughter to assist the good doctor in sorting through the wheat from the chaff. 

"I couldn't possibly think of making Lindsey come over on a Saturday morning, Mrs. Dunham." 

Lindsey chimed in. "Actually, Dr. O'Brien, I wouldn't mind if I could spend some time with your books. As you know, I'm tying this research in with my Senior paper." 

"Well, since this is outside of our schedule, the least I can do is make a proper lunch as compensation, Ms. Dunham." In truth, Jimmy was thrilled to have Lindsey's assistance. She was becoming almost as indispensable as his internet connection. "And I would like the opportunity to repay you for this dinner, Mrs. Dunham." 

"I'm afraid I won't be able to tomorrow, Dr. O'Brien. Volunteer work at the church. But I do appreciate the opportunity you've provided for Lindsey." 

"Nonsense, Mrs. Dunham. Lindsey has been an unexpected blessing. With just a few months of instructions, she's been more able than half the grad students I've been stuck with in the past. I can't imagine what she'll be like after a few years of college."  

Lindsey's mother was pleased not only that her daughter was conducting herself so ablely, but that Dr. O'Brien seemed to have no regard for any of Lindsey's attributes outside of her skull. Lindsey herself was satisfied that her academic career was progressing so well. Dr. O'Brien was happy to have a home cooked meal in his stomach and that the last six months had actually been productive. 

The next morning Lindsey came over to find piles of papers scattered across both their desks and a grumbling Dr. O'Brien seated on the floor, sorting through more papers. 

"My apologies, Ms. Dunham; you will find me in a foul mood this morning. Unlike you, some of our graduate students have a profane regard for order, and have sent us these photocopies willy nilly. Now, I've made a brief list on the table how I would like them ordered, and the key words I'm looking for, so if you will forgive me my occasional lapse in courtesies, you can begin with the stack on the far right." 

Lindsey diligently set to her task as Jimmy continued muttering and pulling papers out. Then she found one line and her brow furrowed slightly. She walked over to the files and brought out a page she had translated three months ago and set the two down side by side. "Dr. O'Brien, do you have a moment? I have an anomaly here." 

Jimmy took a sec to stretch his legs and back, then walked over to Lindsey. He assumed that Lindsey had merely found a word which the translation to was ambiguous. He leaned over her as she showed him the two documents side by side. "Now, see here, they both make reference to this historian, but they make references to him to being a Hellenized Syrian, rather than a Greek. And over here" Lindsey stood up to reach for another document, "I think this is the same Historian, except his name has been garbled through three or four translations." 

Jimmy gathered all three documents, pulling one in front, then another, than the third. With a loud Gaelic "Yes!" he scooped up Lindsey into a hug and twirled her around. Lindsey's eyes went wide at this unexpected physical contact (In Lindsey's life all contact was unexpected) and Jimmy's eyes went wide in horror as he realized what he had done. He immediately set her down and backed up. "Miss Dunham, you have my most sincere apologies for that. The excitement of the discovery...well, I still have no excuse." 

Lindsey stuttered and for once in her life seemed to have lost her composure. "Well, yes, I suppose I can understand. I...the connection is valid then?" 

Jimmy thankfully returned to his papers as he walked around to his side of the combined desks. "Definitely. I need to get on the internet, email a colleague of mine in Athens to talk about this." A look of consternation crossed his face. Lindsey was apprehensive about what he might say next. "Ms. Dunham, I know I promised you lunch, but would you mind if we ordered out?" A tiny bit of relief broke across Lindsey's face. "No problem, Dr. O'Brien. Will Chinese be OK?" 




Escape



"Perfect. I want to keep working while these ideas our floating around in my head." 

The hug may have been pushed out of the front of his mind, but in the back of his head it played over and over, as Jimmy's subconscious mind realized that in that hug, under the frumpy exterior, there was a very unfrumpy interior. 

Jimmy's subconscious mind wasn't the only one who was delving on that moment. That night, Lindsey's subconscious mind extended the nude self-examination for an almost undetectable second, for reasons other than hygiene and health. 

The next incident was almost as innocuous, but our subconscious minds make connections that our conscious minds willfully ignore. 

Next week was spring break, and since all her final projects at school were done, Lindsey spent all day every day with Jimmy. Lindsey's Mom came over by surprise with lunch and found the two discussing ancient and present day Aramaic. The two never even noticed her, and any fears she had were laid to rest (Although she did subconsciously put into her daughter's mind the message that she (Lindsey's Mom) would not be coming over to Jimmy's house anymore by fixing two boxed lunches every morning thereafter, with the instructions that Lindsey and Jimmy take a least five minutes to eat). 

That afternoon, Lindsey put her glasses on the desk and rubbed her eyes. At home, she didn't go through the illusion that she needed the glasses and thus didn't wear them. She forgot to put them back on as she continued reading/translating and Jimmy immediately noticed it when he looked up. 

"Ms. Dunham, don't you find that...well, a bit difficult to read without your glasses?" 

"There...um...stage props, Dr. O'Brien." Jimmy wasn't sure, but he would swear a faint blush appeared on Lindsey's cheeks. "My mother insists that I wear them away from home. They give me a headache at times." Lindsey started to place them back on. 

"Err, um, well, if you are more comfortable not wearing them while we do our work, then your secret is safe with me." 

Lindsey froze for a second, and then set them down. While she was pretending to read through the paper in front of her, she was mentally marveling at this tiny act of secret rebellion. 

Jimmy was trying to pay attention to a conversation he was having on the internet, but his subconscious kept on sending stealthy images of just how beautiful Lindsey's unadorned face was, and just how nice that body of hers felt when he briefly hugged her. 

And that night Lindsey's self-examination might have lasted just a second longer. 

And then the deluge came.

- - -

That morning the skies were dark with the threat of rain, and after donning her normal attire, Lindsey put on rain suit, rain hat, goulashes and had an umbrella just to walk to the car. The drive to Jimmy's house was uneventful, but as she got out of her car a Fate-driven gust of wind reversed her umbrella and sent her rain hat flying. She caught it and put it back into place, holding it to her head as she rushed to the porch. The gust and a quick increase of the intensity of rain had done their work, though. From the neck down, she was dry as a bone. However, her hair was a sopping mess. 

As she came in the door, Jimmy looked up from the desk and held up a finger. "Wait right there, Ms. Dunham." He quickly disappeared and returned with two towels in hand. Lindsey had already discarded her raingear and, taking a towel, attempted to dry it without undoing the bun. 

"Ms. Dunham, I don't mean to take an undue interest, but it might be easier to dry your hair if you take a few pins out first. I assure you I will make no mention of this to your mother." 

Lindsey paused for a second, and then silently nodded. Jimmy laid the dry towel on the table in the foyer and then disappeared again. Lindsey put her glasses on the towel and then began shaking her hair out as she took out the pins. Jimmy came back in with a brush as Lindsey was leaning over, her hair in front of her. Jimmy was taken aback for a second by its length, its fullness, is lustriousness. He quickly looked away as she leaned back up. "Here you go, Ms. Dunham, and when you're done, please join me in the study." Lindsey gave a quick nod as she once again marveled at the situation she was in, brushing her hair out until she was satisfied. The light yellow sweater was a bit damp, though, and with a quick leap of her heart, she put it on the coat rack, still feeling fortified in a dark blue long sleeved blouse buttoned up to her neck. 

Jimmy was almost slack jawed as Lindsey entered the room, her gorgeous face framed by dark hair, brown eyes that he could catch a hint of sparkle in, framed in that perfect olive skin. He averted his gaze as she settled down across from him. 

Lindsey had felt his gaze, though, but tried to pretend she hadn't. It created a...warmness...in her that was both frightening and...inviting? Like him, though, she pretended nothing had happened and buried herself in her work. 

And then Lindsey's mother, of all people, took a hand in stepping things up a notch. 

Lindsey's mother was raising her daughter to be a prim and proper young lady, with the emphasis on prim. In addition, she was raising her to be frugal. Take the very blouse that Lindsey was wearing, for instance. She had bought it for Lindsey at a second hand store. The material was good, but the top three buttons had needed resewing. If Lindsey herself had done it, the job would have been thorough and efficient. Nothing save perhaps tiny explosives on the buttons would have knocked them off. If Lindsey had sown them on. Lindsey's mother however, more than occasionally lacked her daughter's follow through. 

Under normal circumstances, that wouldn't have made a difference. But the gust of wind had saturated the threads. Water dropping from her hair saturated it more. And as the threads dried, they became more brittle. So that the first time she bent over and picked up a dropped paper from the floor, the buttons came off...pop, pop, pop..and fell silently and unnoticed to the floor. 

In a normal situation this wouldn't have mattered. The blouse only opened up enough to exposed the hollow of her throat, with the unintended cleavage peak only if she leaned over the table, for instance. But Lindsey NEVER gave cleavage peaks, unintended or otherwise. Most people never expected that Lindsey had cleavage to peak at. Jimmy found out just then as Lindsey, unaware of her lost buttons, leaned over to grab a paper halfway between them. 

Jimmy looked up just then and found himself staring down the front of Lindsey's blouse and looking at a very impressive cleavage. The dark, warm flawless skin of her breasts was the most inviting sight he had ever seen, and it took a force of will to drag his eyes from the vision. He realized Lindsey must not have noticed that her top buttons were undone, and as soon as she did, she would (to Jimmy's dismay) go and correct the situation immediately. 

It was at that instance that Lindsey did realize that not only was the top of her blouse undone, but that Jimmy was taking a keen interest in this face. Inside she froze, though outside she retook her seat and seemed unaware of her situation. Her heart was going a million miles an hour. She knew she should excuse herself and go to the bathroom to fix the damage. And while she was at it, redo her sweater and fix her hair, which were both dry enough to restore to their proper places. But a part of her was...well, fascinated and intrigued that Jimmy took a peak down her blouse and wanted to repeat the experience. But she wanted to do it an undetectable way. The opportunity presented itself when she ran across something that she wanted to correlate with another photocopy. She leaned over the table, found the paper and stayed leaned over while out of the corner of her eye she saw Jimmy take another sidelong peak at her cleavage. She stayed in that position for a few seconds, and then pretending to be satisfied that it was indeed the document she was looking for, and returned to her seat. 

Thinking that this was definitely enough, she was about to excuse herself when the fax machine made a tiny beep. 

"What's that, Dr. O'Brien?" 

Happy to have his mind distracted from these peeks at Lindsey's body that he KNEW would be unwanted, he turned to the machine. "It's a document from a friend of mine at Cambridge." Jimmy walked over to the machine and tore off the fax as Lindsey joined him, leaning into him. The experience was a bit disconcerting, as Jimmy could distinctly feel her breast brushing against his arm, and the recent sight of those marvelous orbs made the experience further...disarming. 

"I, um, think, Ms. Dunham, that perhaps we might examine this better if---" 

At that moment a lightning bolt struck outside as the storm knocked the power out, the inside of the house pitched into darkness. The Lindsey who started the school year would have reacted to the storm nonchalantly, perhaps casually suggesting that candles might be useful while she produced a flashlight, having efficiently planned beforehand. The one so close to Jimmy, however, was being introduced to those giddy school girl hormones and hadn't gotten her sea legs yet. Plus, a part of her mind remembered being in Jimmy's arms and had decided that was a warm, safe and pleasurable place to be, even if the rest of her mind hadn't caught on to that fact. Jimmy also remembered holding her, and had decided that it was also a warm and pleasurable experience. The two came into each others arms instinctively, and just held each other as the rain continued pouring hard outside. 

After what seemed an eternity but was only a couple of second, the part of Lindsey's mind that usually controlled things decided stepping back away from this embrace was the right thing to do. And then she froze. She felt Jimmy's hand stroking her hair, running his fingers through it, as he cradled her head against what she discovered was a very nicely muscled chest. He then stepped back as he cradled her face in a pair of very strong hands. She stared silently as he leaned forward and gave her very first kiss, a light one, silently seeking approval. He leaned back and she could feel his thumbs tracing her cheeks, and then one finger brushed across her lips, down her chin, tracing her throat to its hollow. She had no idea where that finger was going, how she could stop it, or if she even wanted to stop it. 

At that moment the lights came back on. 

Jimmy and Lindsey instantly stepped away from each other, breathing heavily, trying to thing of something, anything to say, to disavow the minutes in the dark and the awkwardness afterwards. 

And in walked the Mighty Quinn.

- - -

About the time that the emerging Roman Republic had backstabbed the Celts and the Celts were on their way to Rome to demonstrate to the Romans that in the history of bad ideas, backstabbing your Celtic allies was in the top ten, there lived, in a small fishing village off the Northwestern Coast of Modern day Ireland, a wizard by the name of Quinn. Actually, he had a longer name than that, but being an easy going type of wizard, he preferred being called Quinn. Now, being a fairly powerful type of wizard who had survived the destruction of Atlantis, the local druids, bards, nobleman, fisherman, warriors and everyone else were very keen on keeping the Mighty Quinn an easy going kind of wizard, and so were willing to call Quinn anything Quinn wanted to be called. Quinn had even taught the local bards a song to play every time he walked into the local tavern: 

"Come on out, 

come on in, 

you've not seen nothing like the Mighty Quinn. 

Come on out, 

Come on in. 

When Quinn the Atlantean gets here, 

Everybody's going to jump for joy." 

Predictably, when Quinn the basically easy going wizard got there, everyone jumped for joy. When it was that easy to keep an easy going wizard easy going, you didn't cut corners. 

As Wizards went, Quinn was alright. He kept the barbarians at bay, the local bay full of fish, and the local forest full of game. True, he took a local virgin for dalliance once every two or three years, but always returned them unharmed and a pouch of gold to boot. Which was leagues better than what the local nobles did when they went dallying. All in all, if you had to have a wizard in the neighborhood, you could do worse than the self-professed easy going Mighty Quinn. There was just one thing you did not mess with that belonged to Quinn. His true love. His great passion. 

His Garden. 

Now, as you can imagine, Quinn, being a wizard, could have populated his garden with the most exotic flora known to mankind. 

But being the easy going kind of wizard that he was, Quinn preferred just potatoes and cabbage. 

Now, all kinds of animals loved that cabbage. Quinn considered lots of remedies. Walls of fire. Ice swords of eternal vigilance. But being the easy kind of wizard that he was, and not really wanting to blast innocent animals into their basic component molecules without due cause, he chose instead a nonviolent method. 

He shrunk them. Move them to a safe distance. And then canceled the spell. Shrunken animals tended not to repeat their mistakes. 

Local boys, though, who assume a basically easy going wizard can't be as powerful as their parents inform them he is, will keep on coming back until caught. Quinn adjusted the spell so that it would shrink everything a human trespasser was wearing except his shoes and stockings. Quinn would then take the miscreant boy in hand (literally in hand, as the spell would shrink the person cast upon to 2/21st of their original size. Quinn used 2/21 as it had been a very fashionable fraction in Atlantis prior to its destruction.) to the boy's parents, and lead them to back to the garden where the boys shoes and stockings awaited them. He kept the shoes full size to prove to the parents that he, the Mighty Quinn, was not a malicious wizard who shrunk children for pure spite, but was an easy going wizard who was simply trying to protect his simple garden. To prove he was an easy going wizard, he would restore the boy in question to full size and gently admonish the parents to keep the feisty but redeemable lad under better supervision. The parents would hastily agree to do so as they dragged their children back home. The parents would then gently admonish the erring lad not to risk bringing down the wizard's wrath down on them, a fate to be avoided no matter how easy going the wizard in question. The gentle admonishment applied to the boy by his parents usually left him unable to sit for a week. 

Now, if there was anything that made the wizard less than easy going, it was his son Quid. Regardless of what job Quid was apprenticed to, he failed in such a miserable way that Quinn was usually forced to make huge reparations. Finally Quid was given the job of guarding Quinn's garden. The job was simple. Quid wrote the spell out phonetically and designed it so it could not be used on either Quid or Quinn, that the reversal spell was on the opposite side of the scroll, and to keep mischief at bay, only someone related to Quinn could use the scroll. To anyone else, it was but a blank piece of paper. 

It was fool proof. Sadly, it was not Quid proof. 

Quid accidentally caught the paper on fire. Quinn replaced it. Quid accidentally lost the paper in the water. Quinn replaced it. Quid accidentally wrapped a fish in the paper. Quinn replaced it. Quid accidentally wiped his--- 

Well, finally Quinn created a scroll that was for all basic purposes indestructible, and Quid had finally found his spot in life. 

Until he walked into his father's lab and saw a red button. The last sight on this earth Quinn saw was his son pushing the red button and asking, "Hey Dad, what does this do?" 

Everything in the lab, and for that matter, in the surround 1/4 mile was destroyed. Everything except the shrinking spell. Which should have been useless as it would appear blank to anyone not blood related to Quinn. And Quid was his only blood relative.  

Only known blood relative that is. Quinn did love his dalliances. And wizard sperm isn't like normal sperm, no matter how easy going the wizard. 

Normally, if a man hasn't had "relations" with a woman for two years, it's a safe bet that he isn't the father of a child born to her two years after he has had "relations" with her. But one of the local innkeeper's daughters, nine months after her wedding to the chief stable hand, had a baby that by all accounts should have been the head horse handler. 

OK, you really don't want me to go into the mechanics of delayed wizardly impregnations, do you? Good 

Well, a daughter was born, who in due course had three sons and a daughter, and so on and so forth. 

Meanwhile, folks were touchy about having anything to do with the blasted remains of a wizardly estate, no matter how easy going the wizard was. The indestructible scroll made its haphazard way out to sea and into various hands, none knowing what they truly possessed. Occasionally the scroll took matters into its own "hands", disappearing from lock boxes, safes, you name it, and appearing in other hands. 

Until the scroll found itself in a FedEx box shipped to one Genghis James Khan, who through a twisty lineage could unknowingly trace his ancestry back to the Mighty Quinn. 

And Fate dealt her third and final trump card. As James and Lindsey backed awkwardly away from each other, Lindsey stumbled into the table, knocking the flattened scroll, hidden in a stack of photocopies onto the floor with an audible thud. James and Lindsey, happy for the distraction, both turned to it on the floor.

- - -

"That's odd," Jimmy said picking up the parchment. "Those are Phoenician characters and I'm sure I've should have seen this when were unloading the rest of documents." Jimmy waved it around. "And what kind of material is this? Must be synthetic material of some type. Light as a feather but won't bend." 

Lindsey looked at the parchment and then at Dr. O'Brien. "What symbols?" 

"Don't worry, Ms. Dunham, as remarkable as your linguistic skills are, I don't expect you to recognize Phoenician." 

"Seriously, Dr. O'Brien, I don't see anything at all. It's blank." 

Jimmy waved it in front of her. "You seriously don't see the characters at all? Nothing?" 

Lindsey shook her head emphatically. Jimmy hastily dropped the parchment on the desk. "A joke, I suppose. A poor one at that. Coated with a hallucinogenic. But why would I hallucinate Phoenician letters?" Jimmy walked around the desk, studying the parchment. "Not hallucinating anything else, by what I can determine. And the oddest thing." 

Lindsey bent over the parchment, careful not to come to close to it. "What is it you're seeing?" 

"This...document, Ms. Dunham. It's not spelling out words. It's spelling out pronunciation of syllables. Why would I dream that?" 

"Maybe we should get you to a hospital, Dr. O'Brien." Her stance now placed her on the opposite side of the parchment from Jimmy. 

"In a second, Ms. Dunham. You know, I smoked hashish once, in a small village in Pakistan, in the Territories. I can assure you nothing like this has ever happened to me." 

Lindsey was getting agitated. "Dr. O'Brien, please, we need to get you to the emergency room." 

Jimmy found himself sounding out the syllables, trying to make sense of this hallucination. And in a flash, Lindsey was gone. 

Jimmy found himself looking around. "Ms. Dunham, are you here? Ms. Dunham?" Jimmy held himself perfectly still, assuming the hallucination was going into overdrive. 

Lindsey found herself in a difference predicament. She was in a leather bin of some type, a large scratchy woolen blanket almost swallowing her. "Dr.O'Brien! Dr. O'Brien! Help me!" 




Escape



Jimmy looked around, sure he heard Lindsey's voice, though it sound high-pitched and far away. On the other side of the desk were her empty hiking boots, green woolen socks draped in them. The voice seemed to be coming from them. He thought he saw movement in one, and it almost seemed as if Lindsey's voice was coming from one of them. 

Lindsey looked up as a huge face seemed to fill the opening of the leather bin. She cowered until she recognized the features of the face. 

"Dah---Doctor O'Brien?" 

This is a hallucination. This is a hallucination. This was the phrase that Jimmy kept on repeating to himself. Except hallucinations didn't have any kind of internal logic. Cause and effect went out the window. It was amazing. Somehow, inexplicably, Lindsey had shrunken and was kneeling in her own normal sized boot. 

"Dr. O'Brien, please help me, please get me out of here." Lindsey was in tears, fast approaching hysteria. As he looked closer, it seemed only her boots and socks had remained normal size. The rest of her garments had shrunk down with her. 

Jimmy spoke as softly as he could. "Ms. Dunham---Lindsey. It's a bit difficult to explain. But I'm going to lift you out, OK? I'm going to lift you out and not hurt you, OK?" Lindsey nodded as he gently scooped her out, lifting her cradled in the palm of his hand. He started to move to set her down on the desk, as slowly as she could, but she started to panic again. "Please don't set me down, Dr. O'Brien. Please please please---" 

"Shhhh, it's OK, Lindsey, I'll keep you right here, and let's sit down and figure out what happened." 

Lindsey was overwhelmed and panicked by her surrounding, but oddly the giant hand holding her seemed to be only sanctuary in the world right now. 

"Dr. O'Brien, what---what---" 

Jimmy had settled down in a comfortable leather chair, and leaned forward. Lindsey seemed on the verge of shock, so he quietly talked to her as he did the only thing he could think of: stroke her hair and whisper calmly to her. 

"It's Jimmy for now, Lindsey, just Jimmy, and we are going to think our way out of it, I promise." Just eyeing her, Jimmy figured Lindsey to be six inches now. And other than being shrunk, she seemed to have suffered no ill effects. Other than being inexplicably barefoot. 

"It's OK, Lindsey, it's OK, Jimmy is going to figure it out, we'll figure it out." Jimmy continued speaking soft, soothing words to her, stroking her amazingly silken hair, as he realized that he had no idea in hell how this happened and even less of an idea of how to correct it. 

Lindsey felt herself relaxing under Jimmy's tone and touch, as his finger continued stroking her hair, occasionally wandering down to the small of her back and up. She should probably stop this, but right now it felt good, comforting and it stopped her from panicking. 

And then Lindsey's Mom stepped in to heat things up. With a little wizardly assistance. 

The blouse Lindsey was wearing had been bought by her Mom, half cotton, half some synthetic material. 

The Mighty Quinn, when designing his spell, did not make allowances for synthetic materials. He can be forgiven this oversight since they didn't exist in his time. 

The end result was that Lindsey's blouse had shrunk just a hair more than she had. 

Now, this would not normally come into play except that as Jimmy rubbed his finger down Lindsey's back, she reflexively arched, thrusting her not inconsiderable bust line outward. The resulting tension on the material was enough to draw Jimmy's attention to said bust line. And at that exact moment, three more buttons popped open, opening Lindsey's shirt open to just below her breasts. 

Now, Lindsey's bra was utilitarian. There were bikini tops on the beach that showed more than she was showing now. There were bikinis in old 50's movies that showed more than she was showing now. 

But it was still more than Lindsey had ever shown. And she was frozen, her back still arched, drawing attention to her breasts. 

Lindsey stared at Jimmy as he stared at her. Then slowly he drew the back of a curled finger down across her front, and she felt electricity shoot through her. She heard Jimmy mutter how beautiful she was, but it didn't matter. What mattered was the finger caressing her felt more wonderful than anything should. 

A finger tip would roam over one breast, than the other, than a thumb would simultaneously rub both in a gentle circle. Her eyes were closed as she was deliriously happy. Then she felt a thumb tug at her shirt just at her breasts and another button popped off. Her eyes flew open and she pushed his thumb away. "Jimmy, don't." "Shhh, Lindsey, shhh, just relax." And then Jimmy's thumb would return to pleasuring her breasts until there was another tug and another button undone. Before she knew it, Jimmy had removed the buttons and had tugged of her blouse. 

Lindsey sat up as Jimmy ran a finger across her skin. She pushed a finger reluctantly away. "Dr.---Jimmy, maybe we should stop." 

"Lindsey, do you know how breath taking you are?" Lindsey blushed and lowered her head, her hair falling in her face. "I'm not going to hurt you Lindsey. I'm going to keep you safe. I promise." 

Jimmy's finger began caressing her down her back, brushing her hair out of the way. Lindsey reveled in how intoxicating his touch was. And then there was a tiny tug on her bra strap and before she knew it, her bra was undone. 

Her hands flew to her front, as she squeaked, "Jimmy, No!" Jimmy gently but insistently pried her arms away and removed her bra, exposing her breasts to his gaze. She tried to cover herself with crossed arms, but Jimmy's probing finger was able to effortlessly brush them aside. And a part of her...a big part...didn't want him to stop. The rough/gentle touch of his fingers across her breasts was exquisite, and just the faintest touch of his finger pads across her nipples shot fire through her. 

Then the touching stopped and she opened her eyes, and saw Jimmy gazing down at her in wonder. She self-consciously started to cross her arms across herself but Jimmy moved his finger to stop her. "Please don't Lindsey. You are too beautiful to hide." She blushed but remained uncovered. Jimmy moved a finger under her breasts, lifting them. She gasped at the touch. 

"You have magnificent breasts, Lindsey." Lindsey felt as if her entire body had turned a crimson red at that compliment. "They're beautiful. Can I ask a personal question?" 

Lindsey giggled embarrassedly. "Well, considered where your finger is, I don't see why not." Lindsey thought about that for a second. All things considered, she should be freaking out seriously. After all, she was literally sitting half-naked in the palm of her tutor, with the side of his finger lifting up her breasts. But she felt safe. And more important, every touch was new and bringing indescribable pleasure. 

Jimmy was thinking the same thing, about the weirdness of it all. But he was enjoying every moment of it. "I was curious, well...what size cup do you wear?" 

Lindsey turned an even brighter red and stuttered, "36C" 

Jim lightly dragged his thumb down across both of them. "They are so beautiful. And you have beautiful nipples." Jimmy licked his lips. "Would...would you mind if I tasted them?" 

Lindsey shrunk down. "Jimmy, I don't want to be hurt." 

Jimmy ran a finger down her hair and her back. "Lindsey, you're too beautiful for me to even think about hurting." 

Lindsey was still looking at his mouth. "But---but your teeth..." 

"I won't hurt you, Lindsey." 

"No teeth?" 

"No teeth, I promise." 

Lindsey nodded and braced herself. 

She needn't have bothered. When she was close enough to his mouth, the tip of his tongue moved around one breast then another, before he licked them both. Jimmy moved her as if to kiss her breasts but took them both gently between his lips. Having the entirety of both her breasts gently suckled liked that took her over the edge, and when Jimmy slowly lowered her away from his mouth, she moaned in satisfaction. 

"Jimmy, that was wonderful." 

Jimmy smiled. "Lindsey, you're wonderful." He lazily traced finger across her breasts, down the left hip, and to the bottom of her ankle length skirt. He gave it a tug that made Lindsey set up. 

"Jimmy, what are you doing? 

"Just exploring all your beauty, Lindsey." Jimmy gave the skirt another tug and a snap gave at the waist.

Jimmy gave the skirt another tug. Lindsey grabbed the material in her hands, trying to prevent him from tugging it off. "Jimmy, I think we should maybe stop here." Jimmy continued silently tugging on the skirt until he got it off. 

"Jimmy!" Lindsey rolled to her side, legs pressed together. Jimmy just stroked the back of her legs. "Lindsey, you have such beautiful legs, but I'm curious why you shave them if you never show them off." 

Lindsey moaned under his touch. "Because...because..., a lady is supposef to. Besides, Mother say's it's hygienic." 

Jimmy curiously wondered if shaving something else was hygienic. "You have great legs. Fantastic tone." 

"Stair master. Maybe we should stop...umm, right there is nice." 

Jimmy's finger was softly massaging her butt. "Wonderful tone." With the edge of a fingernail, Jimmy started tugging off her panties. Lindsey didn't even put up a mock defense. He gently rolled on her back, as she faced him, both hands covering between her legs, her eyes closed. 

"Lindsey? Lindsey, open your eyes." 

Lindsey looked up into those giant, gentle green eyes. 

"I'm not going to hurt you, you know." 

Lindsey nodded. "I know" 

"But I want you to watch the first time I see you in your wondrous entirety." 

Lindsey nodded as Jimmy pushed both of her hands out of the way and used his fingers to nudge her ankle apart, as she laid sprawled out his over his palm and fingers, completely exposed to him. 

It seemed mother considered it hygienic to shave there too. 

"Oh, Lindsey, you are gloriously lovely beyond words." 

Lindsey blushed but kept watching. 

Jimmy turned his hand so that he could draw the fingertips of the index and middle finger of his free hand from both of Lindsey's ankles upward. Lindsey's body tensed as the fingers moved slowly upward. Jimmy paused, both fingertips on her upper thighs. Then he almost casually moved his index finger between her legs. 

Pleasure shot through at the first touch, her body arching as she desperately tried to push herself against Jimmy's finger. Jimmy slowly increased the rubbing motion, trying to keep Lindsey going as long as possible. 

Which wasn't long. Lindsey felt herself climaxing and then there she was. She made a loud high pitched sound and then collapsed, gasping for breath. 

"Jimmy, that was...oh, THAT WAS!" 

Jimmy smiled, running a finger across her sweaty torso. "Let me know when you've caught your breath." 

Lindsey giggled. "I don't think I'll have caught my breath enough for another round until tomorrow. My poor little body has limits." Lindsey thought to herself that the situation was beyond surreal. She was sprawled completely nude in THE PALM of a man who had given her the first real sexual experience she had ever had. And two weeks ago, sexual experiences were not on her agenda. Although if she knew they were going to be THAT GOOD... 

Jimmy chuckled. "Actually, I was thinking what to do about your situation. Can I set you down on the desk?" 

"As long as you don't go too far." Lindsey giggled. "And what are we going to tell my Mom? Hi Mom, it's me, your daughter. No, it's not a bad connection. I just sound like this because I'm only six inches tall. Also, I've decided to commit my life to becoming the miniature sex slave of Dr. O'Brien. How do you think that will go over?" 

Jimmy had the decency to blush as he set Lindsey down in front of him on the desk. He cast one more hungry look at her nude body. Lindsey blushed but didn't try to cover herself. Jimmy reached over and again lifted both of her breasts with the side of his fingers, Lindsey gasped under the intimate touch. 

"They are beautiful, Lindsey. You are beautiful." Lindsey blushed again under the compliment. 

"I think I have a way to reverse the process." 

Lindsey giggled. "You could think while we were doing THAT?" 

Jimmy blushed again. "Anyway, I think the answer is---Magic." 

Lindsey raised an eyebrow. "Magic?" 

"I know, but consider. Every civilization in the world has some form of magic rituals in its history." 

"And then those civilizations become civilized. Magic is just one of those things they use to describe the bumps in the night. Or it's the veneer of real science, like astronomy, that keeps the peasants in line." 

"OK, so how do you explain...well, your condition?" 

"I can't." Lindsey grinned. "But it was an adventure." 

"So we come to the only conclusion. You shrunk when I read that tablet. Only I can see the letters on that tablet. Any rational explanation for that?" 

"Well...so how does this solve my...situation?" Lindsey gestured at her shrunken self. 

Jimmy flipped the tablet over. "I'm thinking what's written on this side is the antidote." 

"And if you're wrong?" 

Jimmy pondered, then stood up walking toward the door. 

"Hey, big guy, don't forget me." 

"I won't be gone but a minute. Anyway, I need to go outside for a second." 

"Uh huh, well put me in your coat pocket. I'll curl up and keep out of sight, promise." 

Putting on his jacket, Jimmy carefully deposited Lindsey in the right breast pocket and stepped outside. The rain had slackened and the sky was starting to clear. Jimmy found what he wanted, an earthworm. 

Walking back inside, he placed the earthworm on his desk. 

"If you expect me to play shrunken woman fear factor and eat the worm, Jimmy, you're sadly mistaken." 

Jimmy chuckled. Shrinking had brought out a whole new side of Lindsey's personality. Lindsey hadn't even HAD a personality until this had happened. 

"Just watch." Speaking from one side of the tablet, the earthworm shrunk. "And now...". Jimmy read the reverse side. Instantly, the earthworm was restored to normal size. 

Lindsey nodded. "Let's get me dressed, then, and restored to normal size." 

Jimmy grinned as he scooped her out of his pocket. "Actually, I was rather looking forward seeing all your...err, um, assets normal size." 

"Jimmy!" 

"OK, OK, let me set you down and I'll start looking for your clothes." Jimmy set Lindsey down on the leather chair and started looking around. Suddenly he spat out the magic words, bringing back Lindsey fully-sized sitting in her natural glory. 

"Jimmy!" Lindsey drew her legs up and crossed her arms over her chest. 

Jimmy went over to the chair and drew Lindsey up, uncovering her as he drew her to him. He pulled her in for a deep long kiss. 

Lindsey blushed and looked down. "I've been waiting for you to do that since you kissed me in the dark. That was my first kiss, you know." Lindsey giggled. "Kissing is a hard thing to do when one of you is shrunken." 

Jimmy grinned as he moved his hand from her back to cup a bare breast, his thumb gently stroking the hardening nipple. "Lot of firsts are easier when both people are the same size." Lindsey closed her eyes and moaned under his touch. Then she reluctantly stepped away. 

"Jimmy, I'd love to stay, and well...explore some firsts..."Lindsey blushed, "..but I've get to get home some time. And sneak in and get clothes." 

"What time does your mother get in?" 

"My Mother isn't the problem. She's over-nighting with her ladies' group over at the Springs. The problem is our next door neighbor, Mr. Brice. He notices all our comings and goings. If I didn't show up tonight, my mother would definitely know. And I know he would spot me going into the house in the altogether." 

"My dear Lindsey, there are more things in Heaven and Earth than are dreamed of in your Mr. Brice's spying. I have a plan."

- - -

Mr. Brice was watching from his front porch as Jimmy unloaded a covered box of documents from his car. He watched Jimmy carry the box into the house and then stalked over as Jimmy started to get back into his car. 

"You're that history professor, aren't you? The one who teaches Caroline's daughter in that special program?" 

Jimmy smiled. "Yes, I am. Dr. James O'Brien." Jimmy extended his hand. Mr. Brice ignored it. 

"Well, I don't know what you're doing here in Caroline's house with her and her bingo group out of town and the daughter still not back in." 

"I was unaware of the mother's whereabouts but the daughter is inside, I can assure you. I left her with some books for her senior paper. Her car was having some problems, and so I left it at my house." 

"The daughter isn't here. Only saw you come in." 

At the moment, the front door opened and Lindsey stepped out as Mr. Brice's jaw dropped. Well, with her mousy walk and frumpy clothes, hair up in a bun and those thick glasses, maybe she escaped his notice once. But he'd be watching to make sure he saw when she left the house. 

"Hello Mr. Brice. Dr. O'Brien, didn't you need to borrow an overnight bag?" 

"Of course, Ms. Dunham, thank you for reminding me." The two disappeared in the house and Jimmy returned alone, tote bag in hand. "A very efficient young lady. You know us absent minded professors. Always have to have things handed to us. Well, it's been a pleasure, Mr. Brice. We must have a talk again soon." Sour faced, Mr. Brice stormed off into his house. And two things he was sure of. That smart alecky professor didn't come back that night. And Caroline's daughter stayed put. Didn't see her put one foot out the door. 

Inside the overnight back, a giggling Lindsey was quickly disrobing from her shrunken garments, and freeing her hair as she was nestled in a change of clothes. She was looking forward to a whole night of firsts. 

Jimmy heard the high pitched laughter and chuckled. Shrunken or full size, he knew Lindsey was the only woman for him. And if took magic to get her into his life, then so be it. 

Epilogue: On the day after Lindsey's graduation, her mother received a letter telling her that: A) the method that Caroline tried to raise her with was seriously screwed up, B) for that reason Lindsey did not care to see her mother again, and C) Since Lindsey was 18, there wasn't a damn thing Caroline could do about it. 

Well Caroline was sure there was indeed something that she could do about it, but the police informed her that since her daughter was 18, there was nothing they could do. She did hire four different detectives, but every time a detective got close to Lindsey, they would find themselves suddenly in a dark place, effortless carried to some distant point, and then released, unharmed, a bit disoriented, and oddly, missing their socks and shoes. 

When Jimmy returned to the Foundation, Dan Mayo didn't know what to think about Jimmy turning down a sponsorship to go to Crimea, but instead turned the focus of his research from early Roman-Celtic interactions to the study of Celtic myths and legends. Jimmy even had a theory that there might be a link between the Celts of Europe and the civilization on Crete, whose destruction by a volcano was the basis for the myth of Atlantis. Jimmy's excavations brought to light plenty of details that revealed the living habits of the ancient Celts. But Jimmy seemed...changed. Nothing unusual, just always seemed in the right place at the right time. When Dan Mayo retired, it just seemed natural for Jimmy to slide into his place. No one considered it odd that Jimmy would be running the Foundation's field operations by the age of 35. On the contrary, Jimmy always seemed to know what was going on, regardless of where he was or what he was doing. Always. But as bosses went, Jimmy was an easy going boss and no one really wanted to do anything that made him less easy going. 




Escape



Lindsey, through a scholarship and a Foundation Study, got a degree in Irish Studies. There were actually one or two people at her college who had went to high school with her who didn't realize that the two women with the same name were one of the same. How could they be? The Lindsey Dunham they knew in high school was non-descript, forgotten as soon as she left the room. This one...she had dark eyes that always sparkled, a laugh that could be heard across campus, and when not in class, seemed to be always holding court with dozen of friends and a few hopeful admirers who had taken notice of her figure and hoped to maybe sample it a little bit more intimately. 

Such was not to be. Lindsey might flirt outrageously, but her heart and all the rest of her belonged to one G. James O'Brien, whom she called Dutch while in the company of his family. The two got married after she graduated and before and after that magical date, he doted on here. And with his uncanny ability to pick stocks, bonds and futures, he could afford to do quite some doting. 

Occasionally, one of Lindsey's girl friends would ask how she kept Jimmy "in check." Lindsey smiled and said, "I keep him eating out of the palm of his hand." The girlfriend would correct her and say she meant to say eating out of the palm out of her hand. Lindsey would give her a secret smile and say, "I suppose I do." 

On the second night of their honeymoon in Jamaica, Lindsey looked lovingly at her new husband as they sat relaxing in a bar, a steel drum band playing. An odd look crossed her husband's face. "What is it, Jimmy?" "Nothing, dearest, nothing." "Come out with, Jimmy, you'll know I'll get it out of you sooner or later." "Well, it's silly, but....well, you know, after the first night that I" James looked around, then held his hands 2 feet apart and drew them closer to six inches apart. Lindsey blushed and grinned simultaneously at that particular memory. "Well, ever since that night, I get the oddest feeling of deja vu every time I hear this song." 

On stage the singer was belting out, "Come on out, come on in..." 

Finis