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Lucky Buildup Ch. 1

By: S. Joel Philips



As the sound of the clock radio on the night stand started it's assault on the quiet morning the only thing on my mind as I awoke was the ironized piece of flesh moving up and down in my hand. Hot as a poker and aching like I had just slammed the window down on it. A few more strokes and I'd have a mess on my hands. My mind says stop but my groin says give it hell. There she blows. Oh, I only wish she were here. What a mess, but what a relief. Now to get up. Not what I had in mind for this morning, after this past week. What a woman. She took me right to the edge and ...

It all started Monday morning when I decided it was a bike day. It was a hot humid morning. I decided to ride in jeans and a tee shirt. As I road up the parkway I noticed an old Volkswagen bug on the side of the road with a woman trying to change a tire. As I pulled over to see if I could help she turned around.

She was dressed very smartly in a tailored gray suit, white blouse and black heels. As she approached she walked on her toes so not to sink into the soft grass. I thought to myself "this is a very classy lady." When she spoke her voice was so deep I could hardly hear what she was saying over the noise of the passing cars. She thanked me for stopping and told me something had broken. I took a look only to find a broken axle. I advised her as to the problem and offered to go for help, as I didn't think she was the type to take a ride on a motorcycle. Wrong. She asked if I wouldn't mind giving her a ride to the nearest phone or service station. I took a look at the straight skirt she was wearing and thought to myself, "how she going to handle this?" As we boarded the bike she slid her skirt up just above the tops of her stockings. I nearly dropped the bike.

She just looked at me with a very sexy smile and said "you've gotta do what you've gotta do." As we started up the road she slid her arms around my waist letting her hands rest on my lap. At this point I could hardly concentrate on getting into traffic. All I could think of was this lovely lady up against my back with her hands moving on my thighs. I thought to myself, "am I still at home sleeping? This must be a dream. This just doesn't happen."

As we rode up the highway I felt her hands tugging at my belt buckle and then at the snap on my jeans. Slowly she slid both her hands into my pants and onto the hardest erection I could ever remember. After about fifteen minutes we came upon a service station and as I pulled in she pulled her hands out.

We went in to arrange for a tow only to learn the truck was out on a call and wouldn't be returning for some time. As we waited I finally got a chance to ask her name. She told me it was Sandra but said, "you may as well call me honey from the start because that's what I'll be calling you." I was blown away. I was in deep shit and loving it. Then to top that she said "you are now the luckiest person alive. Believe it!" I couldn't figure this out but it was looking good so far.

As we waited around the station, I noticed they sold lottery tickets. She said I was the luckiest person alive, so what the hell. I bought an instant and a weekly lotto ticket. She just looked at me, smiled and said, "you can take that to the bank." Yeah sure, I thought. I can never even match one much less three.

As I scratched off the first number $10,000 appeared. Now I knew I didn't have a shot in hell. Then the second $10,000 appeared. Holy shit! My heart was beating so fast my ears hurt. I scratched off the last and sure as shit $10,000. I could feel my pulse racing and I thought to myself "this is the big one. I'll never get through this." As I came back to earth I looked over at Sandra. She just smiled at me with a smile that said "I told you so." I said "lets go cash this in. Later for the car."

As we pulled into the lot outside the lottery office all I could think of was, "where did she come from? Why me?"

They gave me a check for $7500, no thanks to uncle Sam. We went next door to the bank and got cash.

When I asked Sandra what she would like to do, her reply was "ride forever." Well, I was on vacation for the next week anyway so "off we went."

We returned to the service station and made arrangements to have Sandra's car towed to a shop and repaired.

I asked Sandra where she would like to go and her reply was "just ride." "we can't ride with you dressed like that. Lets get you some riding clothes," I replied. We stopped at the mall and I bought Sandra an unbelievable black leather outfit, boots and helmet. The outfit was two piece, jacket and pants with zippers everywhere. Sex is the only word to describe it. Sandra really filled it out beautifully. We left the mall with Sandra wearing the new outfit. She looked so good and so so bad. We got to the bike and she put her suit and heels in the saddle bag. Then she unzipped the sleeves and midriff and put them in the saddle bags claiming it's just to hot now to wear them. How was I going to concentrate on the road with her looking like that. We decided to get a bite to eat before leaving the mall. The restaurant was on the top level and as we rode the escalator I could feel the stares she was getting. Just looking at her gave me the urge to use the zipper running from front to back between her legs and have lunch where we stood.

We entered the restaurant and were escorted to a booth by a beautiful young waitress. She looked at Sandra as if she was going into heat. We were seated in a booth with Sandra at my side. As soon as our waitress left Sandra's hand went straight for my belt. It was soon open and her fingers were running along the erection I had maintained for the past half hour. I felt, any minute I would explode, but she was well in control for as I started to get close, out came her hand. She then moved over to the other side of the booth facing me. As I sat there looking at her I realized I had not so much as shook hands with her. She was driving me crazy. Was all this a tease or was there a reason for this madness?

The waitress took our order, her eyes never leaving Sandra for a moment. As she left I asked Sandra, "what was that all about?" Sandra just looked at me and smiled.

The food arrived. As I sat back to enjoy lunch I could feel my erection subside. This was only a short lived condition for as I looked across the table I could feel myself getting turned on again. Sandra was eating asparagus in a cream sauce. No, not eating it. Making love to it with her lips and letting the sauce run off and down to her chin, only to be caught by her tongue. She notice my look and leaned back in her seat. Planting her foot against my re erected prick she began to rub back and forth. As I reached down to touch her foot she gave a little push to tell me "hands off."

We were finishing up lunch when our waitress came to the table and asked Sandra if she could sit down, as she was on her break. Sandra smiled, ran her tongue slowly across her upper lip and patted the seat next to her. Not another word was spoken. As this beautiful young girl moved in next to Sandra the only sound I heard was the sound of a zipper. The smile on Sandra's face never changed, but the look in her eyes told me she was being well treated. After about five minutes the girl brought her hand from under the table, kissed and licked her fingers, smiled and left. She returned with the check and to my surprise handed me a note which read, "you could be next. Call me. 555-1232. Stacy." The check came to $14.00 and I left her an $11.00 tip to cover the entertainment. When we got to the bike I asked Sandra "where to?" Her reply. "just ride." Just ride had been the bulk of our conversation since we had met. I was curious but what the hell. I was having a good time and I was $7500 ahead.

I decided to go south across the Tappan Zee Bridge and down the Garden State Parkway. We hit the Jersey Turnpike and then the Pennsylvania Turnpike. As we entered the mountains I saw a sign that read "Mt. Lady Lodge. For lovers only". I pointed at the sign and to my surprise Sandra said "go for it." As we proceeded up the highway we came upon a general store. Sandra wanted to stop. She asked me for some money and told me to wait outside. She returned with a bag which she put in the carrier on back of the bike. Off we went.

Arriving at the lodge at about 8:30 we found the only accommodation available was the executive suite at $700. Per night. As I signed the register I wondered what could be worth that kind of money. We entered the suite and I began to understand. The main room was a conference room with the 20 foot cherry wood table and 16 chairs being the only furniture in the room. The walls and ceiling were all mirrored. In one wall was a full bar stocked with the largest assortment of beverages I had ever seen outside of a liquor store. As we entered, the soft music and fragrance of flowers surrounded us. The suite had a large bedroom with a king size jell bed. The room was draped in black silk floor to ceiling. The ceiling was a white silk canopy. The rugs were so deep and so white I felt as if I were walking on a cloud.

I entered the bathroom. There it was. The famous heart shaped tub. Not as I pictured it but elevated three steps and surrounded by a brass rail. Overhead hung a large crystal chandelier and above, a mirrored ceiling. Around the room were four dressing tables, numerous closets two bidet, two toilets and a double shower. A great place to socialize. The tub could hold six or maybe more. It was also a jacuzzi. I couldn't wait. I turned to Sandra. She just smiled and said, "relax and take a shower. It's been a long day."

Sandra went into the other room to look around. As I removed my clothes I realized I had nothing else to wear except the robe provided by the lodge. I got into the shower and turned the shower head to massage. What a pleasure. The water was as hot as I could stand and I could feel the tension just drifting away. Then it happened. I felt cool air as the shower door opened and closed. As I turned around my heart jumped. There at the other end of the shower stood Sandra. Her hair was pulled back tight in a pony tail and her lips bright red with fresh lipstick. Her skin looked as soft as a baby's, but she was no baby. Her breasts stood straight out with her nipples slightly up thrust and erect. Her waist looked so tiny.

Her stomach so flat. As my eyes reach lower a tiny patch of pubic hair leading to the prettiest pink lips I could imagine made my head swim and my balls ache. As I started to move in her direction a smile I had begun to know real well told me to stop. Oh shit. What now? As I stood there, my whole body at attention, she took the soap and moved so close I could feel her breath on my chest. She started by washing my face, then my neck, my arms and my chest. She moved around to washed my back and as she ran her hands across the cheeks of my ass all I could think of was, "am I dreaming?" She worked her way down my legs to my feet and back up the front.

Stopping at my crotch, she again moved behind me. She bent me forward moving her soapy hand right to my ass hole. At this point I was almost having trouble breathing. From there she reached between my legs and grabbed my balls, soaping and gently squeezing, then back over my ass hole and up my back. My legs were about to give when she hit the cold water handle. I stood straight up. My prick went straight down. As I was recovering, on came the warm water. Sandra moved in front of me, got down on her knees and soaped up my balls and prick. Then she reached up between my legs to my ass hole and inserted her middle finger as far as she could while messaging my balls with her other hand. I let out a moan. She pulled her finger out of my ass and with one quick smack at my prick it was limp.

As I stood and watched Sandra soap her body I felt defeated. She must have sensed my feelings. She looked straight at me and said, "its no tease. Trust me." "here we go again," I thought.

As we exited the shower I handed her a towel. She looked at me, smiled and said, "would you please dry me?" I couldn't believe my ears. I thought to myself, "dry you. I want to kiss you, feel you and fuck you." But what I said was, "I'd love to."

Running the towel over her body I could only imagine what it would be like to put my hands on Sandra's soft skin, but seeing that smile on her face I knew this wasn't the right time. Would the time ever come? After drying Sandra and myself I turned to her and asked if she would like to order from room service as I had nothing appropriate to wear to the dining room. Sandra went to the phone and ordered steak and oysters, strawberries and whipped cream. As Sandra hung up the phone she turned to me, smiled and said, "you will need your strength." She then took her robe from the closet, put it on and added her black heels and the belt from her suit. She took $500 off the dressing table and said "I'll be back before the food arrives."

Returning to the closet, I obtained the robe and put it on. As I walked into the conference room I noticed another room. I went to investigate and to my surprise it was a workout room with weights, pressing bench, rings, rowing machine and bicycle. In the corner was a sun bed and through a door was a steam room. Now I could see why the cost was so high.

I returned to the conference room. As I was looking around I came upon a master control panel. One switch had pool printed under it. As I saw no pool, I was curious. I pushed the switch and the drapes on the back wall opened to reveal an outdoor heated pool, completely private. This place was incredible. I closed the drapes thinking I could surprise Sandra later.

Sandra returned with a bell boy carrying quite a few packages. Before he left she gave him her suit and blouse to be cleaned and pressed. I tried to give him my clothes but Sandra stopped him and told him to just dispose of my clothes. She turned to me and said "open the packages." As I opened the first box I saw a sport jacket and pants. The second contained a shirt and tie. As I reached for the third Sandra stopped me. "that one is a surprise for later." I thanked Sandra as I carried them to the closet. Then, a knock on the door and the sound of "room service."

Sandra opened the door and our food was wheeled in and arranged on the conference table. The steak and oysters at one end and the strawberries and cream at the other. I tipped the bell boy. He winked and left. I turned to Sandra, puzzled to see how she had ordered and arranged the food. Steak and oysters for me and strawberries and cream for her. She smiled and said "you'll see."

She then asked me to go quickly to the bedroom and put on the new clothes as "we dress for dinner." I dressed as fast as possible, amazed at how the clothes were the right size. I had to go without underwear as she had them thrown out with my jeans and tee shirt. As I entered the conference room she took my breath away. Sandra had dawned her leather outfit, almost. She wore the pants with the legs removed black stockings and boots. Her breasts were exposed. The nipples were tinted with same lipstick she had on her lips and she had put her hair in a bun and added large ring earrings.

She went to the bar and opened a bottle of chilled wine. As I sat at my end of the 2o foot table. She stood at the other end and with glass in hand and made a toast, "to the luckiest man alive." I smiled and thanked her. As I began to eat, Sandra picked up a strawberry and ran her tongue around and over it many times before sucking it into her mouth. She repeated this over and over till all the strawberries were gone, not once touching the whipped cream. I was very turned on but able to finish my meal.

As I looked to the other end of the table, Sandra reached into the large bowl of whipped cream and took a handful. She proceeded to rub the whipped cream into her breasts, repeatedly going back for more until the bowl was empty. Then she stood up and asked if I would like to try some cream. I just smiled. She said I must do it her way and I agreed, not even asking what her way was. She told me to stand and remove my jacket shirt and tie. No sooner said than done. I was so turned on at this point she could have asked for anything. Sandra then ask me to put my hands behind me. From the shopping bag she took a leather strap and tied my hands. Then she got on the table. Lying on her back she said "go for it." I started for her and my senses clicked in. I said to myself "take it slow. Turn her on. Its time to take over."

I started kissing and licking Sandra's neck moving slowly to her ear. As I approached her lips she stopped me." Only the cream please. My rules, remember?" I returned to the cream, moving slowly in her cleavage up the inside of her left breast circling the erect nipple making sure not to miss any cream. I then moved to the base of the right breast and worked my tongue round and round till I reached the nipple. I sucked and nibbled till Sandra moaned and said, "enough." As I stood up the engorged head of my prick ran across the silk inside lining of my pants and I thought for sure I was about to loose it. One look from Sandra calmed me right down. It was like she had me hypnotized.

Sandra stood up on the table looking down at me and I was hers. Anything she wanted. As I stood looking up at her only inches away, she reached for the center zipper and all at once her outfit was crotchless. She stood legs far apart allowing me a view of the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. She was wet! As I watched she ran her right hand across her pubic hair and inserted her middle two fingers between those pink wet lips. Removing her hand slowly, she brought her fingers to my mouth offering me a taste of honey. As her fingers entered my mouth I could hardly contain the moans coming from my throat. She removed her fingers and brought her hands to the back of my head. Then she surprised me by bending down and bringing her lips to mine. Her kiss was soft and slow, mixed with little kisses and the light touch of our tongues. The rush of blood to my head had me suspended. I couldn't move, nor did I want to.

As we broke apart I realized her breathing was heavy and she was breaking out in a sweat. "could I be getting to her?" She got down from the table and as she untied me she looked at me and said, "I hope the steak and oysters have taken affect. Are you ready to get serious?" Serious, I thought, I've been nothing but serious.

I walked up to her and stood as close as I could get without touching. She smiled up at me, took my hand and led me to the workout room, carrying the brown bag with her. "if you think it has been crazy so far, just wait," she said.

After entering the room Sandra asked me to position the workout bench in the middle of the room directly under the rings hanging from the ceiling. As I was doing this she adjusted the large spotlight to shine on the bench. Then she turned to me and said, "still my rules. Ok?" "no problem," was my response.

Sandra then instructed me to remove my pants and boots and lie down face up on the bench. I did as she instructed. The bench being only about four and a half feet long left my legs from the knee down hung over with my feet on the floor. Sandra then went to the brown bag and removed four leather straps. I could feel a raging hard on beginning to form in anticipation. Then she tied my ankles to the legs of the bench and strapped my waist and arms to the middle. Next she placed a rolled up towel under my head to allow me to see my erection, which had grown bigger and harder than I had ever seen it. She took the last strap and ran it over my forehead and around the bench. I could not move.

Then Sandra turned out all the lights except the spotlight. I could hear her moving around but could not see her. Softly, music of Ravel's Bolero reached my ears. In the background I could hear the rustle of the paper bag. Sandra stood next to the bench, now completely disrobed, spreading oil with the fragrance of coconut all over her body. Then she put on a pair of rubber gloves. Taking a jar in her hand she stepped to the head end of the bench. Throwing her leg over she now straddled my face with her beautiful well oiled pussy. I strained for a taste but she perched on her toes just out of my reach. Then as she bent toward my erection my lips came in contact with her wetness. I could not believe the heat. I licked and sucked savoring every minute. Then I felt her hand rubbing my prick. As she bent over farther I began to see our reflection in the ceiling mirror. The feeling of the rubber glove was strange. Then she took some cream from the jar and spread it over my cock and balls. At first it was ice cold and then very hot. As she rubbed I noticed less and less what she was doing as I concentrated on the moist feast in above me. She grew wetter and wetter. Her juices began to run down her inner thighs. All at once she got up. I looked down at my prick. It was standing straight up. The head look as if it was ready to explode.


Lucky Buildup Ch. 1



As I heard the bag open again I wondered what was next. Sandra came to my cock and before I knew what was happening I was sporting a french tickler.

As I looked up I saw the rings being lowered to just above my prick. Then Sandra took the ring ropes and twisted them around each other about a dozen times. To my amazement Sandra stepped up on the bench between my spread legs and inserted one leg into each ring, while holding the guide rope so she wouldn't start to spin. Next she lowered herself so that the rings rested behind her knees. Then she guided herself directly over my cock and slowly lowering herself further, her hot wet pussy encompassed my raging erection, tickler and all. To my surprise I could not feel myself inside her. As I watched she started a gyrating movement and the swing slowly began to unwind. She was moaning then panting then screaming with delight as the swing turned faster and faster. My heart was beating so fast I could see the pulse in my chest and I was breathing as if I had just run a mile, but I could not feel my prick. I was exhausted, but, not as exhausted as Sandra.

As the swing stopped Sandra took her legs out of the rings, without removing me from inside her. Then she laid down on top of me and fell asleep. This was the closest I had gotten to her, but I couldn't move and I still could not feel my cock.

I must have fallen asleep. When I awoke Sandra was gone and I was untied. I got up and walked through the conference room into the bedroom. No Sandra. As I entered the bathroom a note on the mirror said "rest. Take a jacuzzi. You'll need your strength." As I reached down between my legs everything seemed normal. What did she do to me?

As I checked the medicine cabinet I found a complimentary razor and shave cream, deodorant, mouth wash tooth paste and tooth brush along with a dozen condoms. Very thoughtful.

As I was about to shave, there was a knock. I put on the robe and went to answer the door. I ask who was there and the reply was "barber and manicure sir." "Sandra thinks of everything." As they entered they were followed by the dry cleaner returning Sandra's clothes and the waiter to clear away the dishes.

I sat in one of the oversize conference room chairs as the barber began to lather my face. The manicurist started to work on my right hand and as I leaned back I felt the first real relaxation in since I got up this morning. The barber finished and ask if I would like a hot face towel. "sure why not," I said." As the towel lay on my face any tension left was gone, except for an ache in my groin. As the barber removed the towel the manicurist was finishing up my left hand. The barber was about to leave when the manicurist asked if I would like a pedicure. "love it" I said. The barber told the manicurist he had another appointment and had to leave. She nodded and he left. She retrieved a small folding stool from the closet and sat down in front of me with my left foot on her lap. As she did so I realized my robe had opened slightly and I knew from where she was sitting she was seeing all of me. As she worked on my toe nails she rested the heel of my foot against her crotch. From time to time I could feel the increase and decrease of pressure against my foot. For the first time since she arrived I took a good look at the woman at my feet. Her skin was a deep olive color, her hair as black as coal. Her eyes, her eyes were dark blue, almost navy in color. The lodge uniform she wore fit like a glove. She could have gone anywhere the way she was dressed, except for the white nurses shoes. I asked her name and she replied "terry sir." I noted a slight accent and ask where she was from. "New Zealand" she said with a smile. As we spoke the phone rang. I asked terry to get it. It was the barber. He wanted to know how long she would be. He had a client waiting for her. She looked over at me asked if I would like her to finish up in a hurry or return a little later. I was enjoying our conversation so I said, "please come back."

As she left, terry said she would call me when she was free. I smiled and walked her to the door. As I opened the door for her she brushed against me and her hand found it's way to my balls. I jumped and she was gone.

Today has been the most remarkable day. I was bushed but I hit the switch to the pool. As the drapes parted I wondered where Sandra was.

I dropped my robe and dove into the pool. I swam about ten laps and felt my whole body going weak. I left the pool and dried off. I turned down the lights in the conference room, went to the bedroom, brushed my teeth and got into bed. It was just past midnight as I dozed off. I was awakened by the door opening but I decided not to move. I kept my eyes closed and was dozing when I felt the jell bed start to move. Then I felt the warm body up against my back and an arm come around me and cup my balls. Then to my shock I felt a second body in front of me. As I reached over I found her back was to me. My arm went around and my hand nestled on her left breast. This was not Sandra. This breast was much smaller but definitely a hand full. As I nuzzled closer I brought my knees up behind hers and the body behind me moved in as close as possible. We all drifted off to sleep. I slept like a baby the rest of the night. I was awakened by the sound of the jacuzzi. As I was getting out of bed I noticed my pedicure was finished. I smiled.

I entered the bathroom. Sandra was laying in the tub with the water churning around her. I made my way to the toilet, now realizing the lack of privacy. As I stood there relieving myself in front of Sandra , I couldn't believe the last 24 hours.

When I was done I asked if I could join her and she said "no time now. Maybe later." As she rose from the tub I offered to dry her but she said, "I'll dry under the heat lamps as I put myself together." "together" I thought." Most people don't look this good ever." I asked her what we were doing today. "riding" was her answer. As I was about to say I had nothing to wear, Sandra pointed at the closet. I opened the door and saw a soft black leather jump suit. She said "put it on. Its your size.

As I unzipped the front I noticed the inside was kidskin and as soft as fur. The suit had two zippers. One ran down the front to the waist and the other ran from the base of my spine through my crotch and up to my waist. I asked if she had picked up any underwear for me and she said. "what for?" I put on the outfit. It was tighter than skin tight. Sandra smiled and said, " perfect." The bulge in my pants showed every wrinkle on my cock. Even the head was outlined. As I reached for my boots I could feel the movement of the kidskin against me. I was getting turned on just moving, and it showed. Every inch. As I put on my boots and looked in the mirror I was pleased, as was Sandra.

There was a knock on the door. "get that. It must be breakfast," said Sandra. Breakfast was packed in a small carry-all. "we are eating on the road", Sandra said. "you don't mind do you?"

As she entered the room she blew me away again. We were wearing the same outfit. The only difference being she had zippers across her breasts which gave the appearance of pockets. Believe me, there were no pockets and there was very little left to the imagination. Before we left the room she called the desk to secure another night. I checked our funds. We were down to about five grand. I put four thousand in the wall safe and I tucked the rest in my boot. We grabbed the keys, our helmets and the carryall and out we went.

When we reach the bike Sandra informed me she was driving and assured me she knew how. I had let her have her way up till now. Why change?

We started up the highway. The clock on the instrument panel said 7:32am. It was a hazy day, very humid but not too hot. Sandra made a few turns as if she knew right where she was heading. We left the main road and started into a wooded area. The path we were traveling was just wide enough for the bike to pass. After about 15 minutes we came to a beautiful clearing. At the far end was a very tall water fall. The sound of the water cascading down was like thunder and the mist rising from the bottom looked like steam.

Sandra parked the bike and brought the carry-all to a spot near the falls. Opening the carry-all, she removed a blanket and we spread it on the grass. I started to remove the food containers but Sandra had other ideas. "swim first. Eat later, " she said. As we peeled off our clothes that old feeling was back in my groin.

Sandra walked out on the rocks looking like a goddess. She had taken down her hair. It was very long and looked so soft, blowing in the mist. As I watched, Sandra disappeared into the spray. I put one foot in the water and was shocked. Cold could not describe the temperature. Frigid was more appropriate. I decided to move down to the pool and dive in. When I hit the cold water my breath left me, but it was better fast than slow torture. I spotted Sandra standing on a big boulder. She motioned me to her. As I joined her I noticed she was looking down at a hole in the rock. It was about 3 feet across and no telling how deep. A stream of water ran into the hole but no water overflowed. It seemed very strange. Sandra asked me to lower myself into the hole and see if I could touch bottom. As I did as she asked I noticed the water was very warm in the hole. As my shoulders were about to go under water my feet touched bottom. Sandra said, "perfect." She told me not to move, as if I could. She went to the blanket and retrieved one of the food containers. When she returned, she told me to put my hands at my sides. This was difficult as the hole was narrow. Then she sat with her legs around the hole, her exposed pussy inches from my face. As I watched, she ran her hand down her body, through her pubic hair and then inserted her fingers between her already moist lips. "would you like some breakfast?" She asked. I licked my lips. "my way. Right?" She said. "any way you want it." I replied.

She continued to stimulate herself for a few minutes. She removed her hand and ran her well lubricated fingers across my lips. I reached with my tongue but she quickly stopped me. She said, "why go for second hand when the source is available." I leaned forward. Her sweet taste and the fragrance of leather had my manhood stiff. I tried to reach my prick but the hole I was standing in was too tight. Sandra moved my head away. As she did so, she was peeling a banana she had removed from the carry-all. Sandra put the entire banana in her mouth, letting it slide down her throat. I'd heard about deep throat but had never seen it done. It was incredible. As she moved the banana in and out, I imagined what this would feel like on my cock.

She removed the banana and asked me if I would like to start breakfast with bananas and cream. "would I!" Was my reply. She took the banana, spread the lips of her pussy and inserted it until only a inch remained visible, looked at me, smiled and said, "breakfast is served."

As my mouth encompassed the end of the banana and our lips met, I could feel my erection hitting the rock wall of the hole I was standing in. I wanted to be in a hole, but this was not the one.

I slowly sucked and nibbled away at the banana, amazed at the erotic sensation and the sweet taste. I look up to find Sandra rubbing and pinching her nipples, as a soft moaning sounds came from her throat. After all we had been through, this was the most turned on I had seen her. When I finished the banana, I continued to lick and suck her clit, which had hardened like a small penis. All at once her legs tightened around my neck and her hands were at the back of my head, holding my face to her wetness. Her juices flowed so heavily I thought I would drown. As she released me I realized my face and her thighs were completely covered. I started to run my tongue down her thigh when she turned her body away from me. She took my head in her hands and covered my face with kisses ending with her tongue dancing across mine. Sandra stood up. She bent over me putting her hands under my chin and before I knew what was happening I was sitting on the edge of the hole. I could not believe she was strong enough to lift me. We returned to the blanket and finished our breakfast in the normal fashion. As we were finishing up, she looked straight into my eyes and said, "tonight I'll have a special treat for you. Please take a nap and I'll be back for you at noon. Please trust me." She got up, dressed, got on the bike and off she went. I tried to nap with no success. I was horny as hell. I thought of jerking off but it occurred to me I was enjoying being constantly turned on. I decided to take another swim in the icy river. I finished my swim and got dressed. As I was packing up the carry-all, I heard some voices from the direction of the river. As I looked across I saw a canoe with a man and woman paddling up stream to the falls. They left the water on the opposite side of the river and spread a blanket, stood, and off came their clothes. They ran for the river, and as they dove in I thought I recognized the woman. I had to see if I was right. I made my way down stream to a point where I new they couldn't see me. I crossed the river at a shallow spot and worked my way up to where I could get a good look. They had left the water and were lying on their stomachs facing away from me. He started running his hand slowly up and down her back, moving closer and closer to her ass, then, over her cheeks and up between her legs. She shifted a bit to allow his hand to move into her most private area. As his hand moved, her hips began a churning movement that made me think of the movement of a hoola dancers hands. After about ten minutes, he removed his hand and rolled over on his back. I was amazed to see the size of this guys erection. It was about average length but twice as thick as mine. The woman got up on her knees and facing me she straddled his prick. It was lost in her fur covered cunt. As she started to move her hips front and back, grinding her pussy into him, she looked up and spotted me. At that same moment I recognized her. It was terry, the manicurist. She smiled straight at me and mouthed the word, "later." I smiled as I made my way back across the river and to the clearing where I was to meet Sandra. I was watching terry and her friend get dressed and start back down the river, when I heard Sandra returning. She looked as glad to see me as I was to see her. We folded the carry-all, which was now empty, and I opened the carrier on the bike to put it away, only to find the carrier full of packages. I slid the carry-all into the saddle bag and didn't say a word. I figured, I'll know soon enough. We headed back to the lodge and parked the bike. Sandra insisted I not touch the packages. She had a bell boy take them to our suite. As we walked around we noticed many activities going on. Sandra ask what I would like to do. I thought for a moment and whispered in her ear, "get my rocks off." She smiled and said, "there are many ways to do that. Watch." Sandra led me to the main house. She announced, "we're going to play bingo." Bingo I thought. Bingo doesn't get me off. We sat down and bought just one card. The prize was, being named king and queen of tonight's theme dance and a complete body treatment at the spa for two. Sandra looked at me and said, "remember, your the luckiest person alive." The caller only called out four numbers and I yelled bingo. People turned and looked in disbelief. We had won.

It was only 1:30 in the afternoon and we decided to go directly to the spa. We entered and were greeted by Borus and Becky. They had been assigned to take care of our every need. We were asked if we preferred separate dressing rooms or to share a double. We decided to share. Borus ask us to disrobe, wrap a towel around ourselves and join them at the geisha room.

We entered the geisha room and found Borus and Becky waiting for us. Borus was wearing what I would describe as a loin cloth and Becky, a g-string bikini. Becky led us to two wooden tubs that looked like oversized beer kegs. Borus walked up to me, removed my towel, and lifted me under the arms placing me in the tub of hot water. He then did the same to Sandra. We sat there soaking, not knowing what was next. About twenty minutes passed and Borus lifted Sandra from the tub placing her on a wooden stool. He then did the same for me. I was very relaxed. Becky came over to us and told us we were to be washed. She asked who we would prefer to have wash us. I chose Becky and Sandra, Borus. They started by shampooing our hair and then soaping our bodies. I was so relaxed I did not feel the slightest bit uncomfortable or aroused, nor did Sandra.

When they completed the soaping, Borus again picked each of us up in turn placing us in a large pool of hot water. They joined us in the pool and removed all the soap from our bodies. Then we were led to the shower for a final rinse. After the rinse we again put into the hot tubs of clean water to soak for ten minutes.

Borus returned and carried each of us to the massage room placing us on two tables next to each other. Borus asked Sandra who she preferred to massage her and she chose Becky. So did I.

Sandra insisted I go first. Becky started with my toes, working each and then moved to my arches. I could feel my whole body start to respond. As she moved up my legs it was almost as though I was falling asleep from the feet up. Moving across the cheeks of my ass, she started at the base of my spine. Inch by inch she meticulously worked her way to the back of my head and to my shoulders. Then she turned me over and massaged from foot to head, skipping only the area of my deepest ache. Becky covered my hips with the towel and moved over to Sandra's table.

As I looked at Sandra's reflection in the ceiling mirror, I noticed her heavier than normal breathing. Was it from watching Becky or watching me?

Becky turned Sandra on her stomach. Then she took a container of hot scented oil from a heater on the wall and filled a small bowl. She placed the bowl on a cart next to Sandra's table. Becky placed both her hands into the oil and started to work the oil into Sandra's feet and legs. She worked slowly to make sure all the oil was absorbed in Sandra's skin. Becky continued until Sandra's back was completely done and then rolled her over on her back. Sandra was asleep. Becky resumed at Sandra's feet, using the hot oil and rubbing ever so gently. She worked her way up Sandra's legs over her hips across her stomach and as she approached Sandra's breasts I noticed her hands begin to tremble. She oiled the base of Sandra's breast never getting close to her nipples. As she leaned across Sandra, reaching for her right arm, Sandra's arms came around Becky and unfastened her bikini top and removed it. I turned my head switching my gaze from the ceiling mirror. Becky and Sandra were together as they moved in a circular motion breast to breast. My cock started to jump. Here we go again.

After a few minutes, Becky moved away, going to the foot of the table. Then, to my amazement she raised a pair of stirrups and placed Sandra's legs in them. Then she folded down the end section of the table to allowing her to move between Sandra's legs. This left Sandra completely exposed. Next Becky put a vibrator on each hand. Starting at Sandra's knees, she moved her vibrating hands along her inner thighs, coming closer and closer to Sandra's most sensitive region. As her hands reached Sandra's pussy and her fingers covered the pubic hair, her thumbs disappeared, burring themselves between Sandra's moist lips.

Sandra gasped, as she broke out in a sweat. She raised her hips for a few seconds and collapsed. Becky removed her hands and replaced them with her lips, then slowly she ran her tongue in and out of Sandra's pussy. Becky stood up and brought the table end into position, lowered Sandra's legs and folded down the stirrups. As she was walked toward to me Sandra shouted, "please don't touch him." Becky put the towel back on Sandra and as she left the room she turned the lights very low and said, "sweet dreams."




Lucky Buildup Ch. 1



To my surprise, we both slept till about 5:00pm. Awakening, we dressed and headed back to our suite to get ready for tonight's dance. When we got back to the room we found a letter of Congratulations on being chosen king and queen of the theme night dance. The letter went on to say, the theme for tonight would be, "guys and dolls." The lodge had sent up a selection of costumes we might like or we could dress as we please.

Sandra looked through the men's costumes first and chose a very wide lapel, wide shoulder, zoot suit jacket. She told me to wear it over my leather jump suit. It didn't look like much to me, but if she liked it, I'd wear it.

I asked her what she had chosen. "let me surprise you," Sandra said, "I think this is going to be a night to remember." I thought, "every minute with Sandra is unforgettable."

It was still too early to get ready to go so Sandra called down for a manicure. I hoped it would be terry.

I asked Sandra if she would like to take a swim. She declined, because she had to do something with her hair before the dance, but told me to go ahead. I hit the pool switch and as the curtains parted I removed my clothes. I swam a few laps and decided to call it quits. I left the pool and went to the workout room. I had to work off some of the sexual frustration. I started by bench pressing some weights, then to the rowing machine and finally I turned on the sun bed and got on. I took about 20 minutes of sun and then headed for a shower. As I entered the bathroom I could hear the shower running. I thought, "my turn to surprise her." I was wrong again. I opened the door to enter and there before me, soaping each other down, were Sandra and terry. I asked to join them. "only if you promise to obey us" replied Sandra. "don't I always?" I responded.

Sandra moved me between them. As Sandra moved her body against my back, terry put her hands on either side of my face and drew my lips to hers for a deep and intimate exchange. I could feel my prick rising and sliding between terry's legs. I thought I was finally about to get off, when Sandra whispered in my ear, "it's really me you want." And I felt myself go limp. We all left the shower together. Terry and Sandra went over and used the bidet, and then toweled each other down as I watched, dripping wet. "what about me?" I asked.

Terry came over and dropped to her knees in front of me. She leaned forward and caught my soft member with her lips and tongue. The feeling of an orgasm was building as far back as my ass hole. As I got hard, she removed my prick from her mouth. I looked down and could see the pre-come oozing from the tip. Sandra quickly grabbed the jar of cream and stuck the head of my prick in it. Oh shit. The ice cold feeling started and then the heat. Next I was numb and soft. Horny, never the less. Sandra turned to terry. "too close. Its not time yet." I put my robe on and joined the ladies in the conference room, where terry was doing Sandra's nails. Sandra told me terry was going to be our guest at the dance tonight. I was to escort Sandra, and terry would go as my henchman, dressed as a guy. It sounded like fun. At 8:pm I started to dress. I put the on leather outfit and was about to put my boots on, when Sandra said, "please take a shower. "I reminded her I had taken a shower, but she said, "with the leather outfit on this time." I looked at her and she just said, "trust me." I took the shower. When I stepped out, Sandra told me to stand under the lamps and I would be dry in no time. I was dry in minutes. But the suit was now tighter than ever. It was soft enough to move in but as tight as my own skin. Even tighter, leaving nothing to the imagination. I felt as if I could count the hairs on my balls.

Sandra entered the room dressed in a 1920's flapper dress which was just long enough to cover the tops of her stockings. The front of the dress was tied together between Sandra's breasts leaving about a half inch slit to just below her waist, where it ended with a heart shaped pin. She was wearing the highest heeled shoes I had ever seen. Her hair was arranged on the top of her head and surrounded by the small crown the lodge provided.

"you like?" She asked. I was speechless. Then she told me that the real surprise was under her dress. She lifted the dress above her waist to reveal a strange devise attached to her crotchless panties. The heart shaped pin was fastened to the waist band of her panties and from it a piece of clear hard plastic ran down over her pubic bone and between her lips. It had a cutout almost at the end that circled her clit. "what is it?" I stammered.

She handed me a small plastic disk with a button and a dial on it. She said, "press the button and watch closely. As I pressed the button, the red heart shaped pin started to glow, and the plastic bar started to vibrate very slowly. Sandra's hands began to tremble. I slowly turned the dial and as the vibration increased, Sandra grabbed on to me for support. I hit the button again and it stopped. Sandra lowered her dress, and with an almost pleading look in her eyes, kissed me ever so lightly on the lips. As our lips parted I realized, Sandra and I were almost exactly the same height. The high heels she was wearing must be over four inches. The thought of the shoes were enough to start a fire in my groin, but I already had an inferno going for this lady. We entered the conference room as terry was finishing dressing. She wore a man's black tuxedo. She added a mustache and a black hat to hide her hair. With no makeup she looked just like a short gangster, right down to the bulge in her paints. I wondered, if she had to relieve her self tonight, which bathroom would she use. Before we left for the dance, Sandra called room service and ordered a late dinner for 2:00 am. She turned to me, put her arms around my neck and said so softly only I could hear, "its your turn. Anything." We embraced and for the first time since we met, I experienced a feeling of pleasure without being consumed by lust.

We arrived at the main entrance to the ball room and were met by the host. He signaled the band and we were trumpeted in and led to the head table.

The table was made of tinted glass. As we were seated we were joined by our host and his assistant. After we were seated I noticed our host, ward, was having a hard, and I mean hard, time concentrating. His eyes repeatedly fell to the glass table and the erotic view of Sandra's legs. Her skirt was hiked up just above her stocking tops. His assistant, Lisa, a beautiful red head with large green eyes, was trying to keep him from drooling as she blushed from the embarrassment he was causing her. I was enjoying his discomfort.

As we got acquainted, I found Lisa to be a very intelligent, and I found ward to be a moron. Ward, it seems, was the owners nephew. Lisa actually ran the social events for the lodge.

Champagne was delivered to our table. The band played a fan fair and our host proposed a toast to the king and queen, as we were led to the dance floor. The band began to play "Stardust," as I took Sandra in my arms for our first dance. I held her close against me, and as we moved to the music her body melted into mine. My desire was growing and I knew Sandra could feel my erection against her. Sandra turned her head slightly and began to nibble on my ear, as the music ended. Hand in hand we returned to our table. Sandra sat between terry and me, leaving me sitting next to Lisa.

After a few minutes of polite conversation around the table, I felt Lisa's hand on my leg and moving in the direction of my hard on. Everyone was watching her hand through the table and as I looked over at Sandra, I sensed she was getting upset. Sandra reached over on terry's lap, unzipped her pants, reached right in and came out with about a twelve inch cock. Sandra started to pump the cock. Ward almost shit in his pants. Lisa's hand left my lap as she screamed out, "oh my god!" With that, Sandra gave a yank on the cock and out it came. She smiled and handed it to Lisa. A roar of laughter and applause went up from the crowd as Sandra stood and took a bow.

Ward asked Sandra to dance and I asked Lisa. As we danced close I looked over Lisa's shoulder at Sandra, who was staring back at me. I smiled, reached into my pocket, and pressed the button. Sandra jumped only slightly, as I had the dial turned down very low. She looked over at me with a look that told me this device may have been a mistake. I hit the button, looked over at Sandra and mouthed "sorry," to her.

The smile on her face warmed my heart and at that moment there was no other woman in the world I wanted. Lisa and I returned to the table. Lisa excused herself and terry and I were left alone. Terry told me she was very fond of Sandra and me and would be sorry to see the night end. It was her last day at this location and on Monday she would be reporting for a new job in up state New York, near Niagara Falls. I told her we felt the same about her and hoped one day to see her again. Sandra returned to the table with ward, and as he sat down, Sandra took my hand and led me out onto the balcony. We walked to the railing overlooking the lake. Sandra turned toward me and our lips met in a hot, passionate kiss, our tongues entwining, our hands all over each other. Sandra reached between us, lowered my zipper, and took my rock hard cock in her hand. We turned so Sandra had he back to the crowd dancing inside. She raised the front of her skirt, spread her legs slightly and inserted my erection in her hot, very wet pussy. I stood very still as we kissed and Sandra used the muscles inside her to squeeze and further excite me. After a few minutes she reached into my jacket pocket and pressed the button. The feeling was not to be believed. Sandra grabbed me tight, and as she did so, I reached in and turned up the dial. I could feel the vibration, but even stronger was tightening and loosening around my cock as Sandra reached orgasm after orgasm. I felt myself, after two days of repression, building to a monumental release. A feeling of glorious pain and pleasure started in my balls, racing through my engorged cock and into Sandra's hot, pulsating cunt, filling her to capacity. It seemed my orgasm would last forever, but all good thing must come to an end. I reached into my pocket and hit the button turning off the vibrator and bringing us back to earth.

As I looked down I discovered our legs were covered with our juices. We couldn't go back to the dance. We took the stairs to the lake to avoid the crowd. As Sandra stepped into the sand, she caught my arm, realizing she would not be able to walk with the high heels she was wearing.

Sandra sat on the steps and as I knelt before her to remove her shoes, the view of her moist lips and the vibrator arm still in place, started the all too familiar feeling in my groin. I ran my hands along her inner thighs, feeling her quiver as I moved upward. I slowly removed her damp stockings, savoring the feeling of her soft skin. As I helped her stand, her arms found their way around my neck, and as our lips met, the feeling of lust was replaced by warmth and caring I had never experienced before.

We started up the beach, hand in hand. It was a beautiful star filled, moonlit night with just a slight breeze coming off the water. We could see a few small boats on the lake with couples holding each other and exchanging kisses. At that moment I felt only the desire to be with Sandra the rest of my life and could not imagine her not being there. As I stopped for a moment to take off my boots Sandra waded to her knees and as I watched her in the moonlight slid smoothly into the water with barely a ripple. As she turned and started out of the water her dress molded itself to her. As she came toward me her beauty took my breath away . She embraced me and whispered softly, "lets go back to the room and make love." Love is a word she had never used before. My heartbeat became rapid with the thought that she was having the same feelings I was experiencing.

We entered the room and as quickly as I could close the door, her dress was at her feet. She stood there clad in only her crotchless panties and the red pin vibrator. Then, her mood changed. She ran for her robe, claiming she was cold, but I could tell something was wrong.

We took two chairs and sat facing one another. Sandra, with tears forming in her eyes, said, "I feel so cheap. This all started as a game, but I can't go on any longer. Your not just another guy anymore and I don't know what to do."

I held her hands and said, "lets just get some fresh clothes on. Dinner will be here in a few minutes and we can just enjoy a beautiful night together. No rules."

I changed into my suit and Sandra did the same. We looked as if we were going to a business meeting when the food arrived. The waiter asked if he could serve us, and we accepted. No words were spoken throughout diner but our eyes never parted.

When we finished the waiter cleared the remains and departed. Sandra remarked, "it was a shame we only had one dance. It was so wonderful." I went to the control panel, turned the stereo to a dance station and offered Sandra my hand. I turned out all the lights except the small spotlight over the table. Hitting another switch, the table started revolving very slowly. I escorted Sandra to the edge of the table and lifted on to it. Joining her on the table I took her in my arms and we danced, the only two people on earth. Song after song ended as we swayed to the music with our lips caressing and our hearts beating as one.

As the light of dawn crept around the drapes we left the table and went to the bedroom. Sandra asked if I'd like to know what was in the last package. I said I would and she took out a double harness like none I'd ever seen. She told me this was to be the big game, but now she was having second thoughts about using it. I asked where all the ideas came from. She told me they were all fantasies she had imagined, and wanted to try. I replied," if you would like to try this one, I would love to be in your fantasy.

She walked to me and kissed me deeply, her breathing becoming short in anticipation of what was to come.

Sandra removed my clothes and then proceeded to remove hers, leaving only the panties and vibrator in place. She took the double harness apart and handed me one half, instructing me on how to put it on. It was almost like a jock with no front. It went around my waist. A strap ran from each hip across in front, under my balls and up between my cheeks fastening to the waistband. At each hip and at my asshole were clip rings. Sandra's half of the harness was identical, with the addition of clip hooks attached to her rings.

Sandra went to the night stand, picked up the vibrator control. We approached the bed together. Sandra lay back on the bed, legs spread wide and said, "please put your cock in me now and stay still." I climbed on the bed positioned myself between her legs, slowly entered her very wet pussy and stopped. Sandra reached between us and up under my balls, hooked our belts together with the clip hook and then did the same at our hips. I was inside, but could not move. Sandra reached over and turned down the lights and said "good night." There was no way I could sleep. I had an erection inside the woman of my dreams and couldn't move. Then it happened. I felt her muscles working my manhood. What a feeling. Within minutes I was exploding, with no where to run. As my flow subsided, I realized I had not lost my erection, but it was so sensitive every muscle contraction Sandra made was torture; or was it pleasure?

To my surprise, Sandra pressed the control button, turned up the vibrator to high and threw it across the room. She started to quiver and shake as she had orgasm after orgasm, her breasts heaving against my chest and her nails digging deeply into my back, raking from my shoulders to my waist. My fingers held her hair, as our lips devoured each others, and our tongues reach to their limits. My heart was racing as I got hard and came, only to get hard and come again. This went on and on until we both slept from exhaustion.

A knock on the door awoke me and I realized Sandra was gone, as was the harness. I put on my robe and went to the door. It was terry. She smiled and handed me an envelope, kissed my cheek and said good-bye.

I closed the door, opened the letter and read;



P.S. Please remember. "your the luckiest person alive. Believe it.



Lucky Buildup Ch. 2



It took a few minutes before the letter sunk in and I realized that Sandra was gone. I could not believe, after last night she could just disappear, but as my mind came back into focus, I realized I didn't really know her. I didn't even know her last name or where she lived, or how old she was, or for that matter, if she was married. I only knew I loved her. Or did I?

I cleaned up, packed my few belongings and went down to settle my account. I paid the cashier and was heading for the parking lot, when I spotted Terry at the curb with her suit cases. As I reached her, she looked up at me and I could see she was almost in tears. She put her arms around me and started to sob. As I held her, she looked up at me and said, I'm going to miss the both of you so much." This really surprised me, as we only met two days ago.

I led Terry over to a bench. When she calmed down I told her about the letter and Sandra leaving. She was shocked. She thought we had known each other for a long time.

As we were talking, Terry's bus arrived. I asked where she was going and she replied, "Niagara, to the new job."

"Why don't I drive you there?" Came out of my mouth before I knew what I was saying. As I heard myself, it sounded good. "Have you ever gone cross country on a motorcycle?" I asked. She looked at as if I were crazy.

She thought for a few seconds and said, "no strings, right?"

"No strings." I said.

We made arrangements for the bus to take her suit cases. I picked up her over night case and my small carry-all and we headed for the parking lot. I opened the luggage carrier, removed the two helmets and loaded our cases.

It was another nice warm day and the forecast for next few days was the same. Terry was wearing blue jeans and a white blouse over a blue tube top. On her feet she wore sandals. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail. When she released her hair to put the helmet on, it reached almost to her waist.

Having no choice, I of course, was wearing my leathers. Tight but comfortable. We took a few minutes to check the map and away we went. Terry had never been on a bike before. She had her arms around my waist. I looked down and noticed she was holding on so tight her knuckles were white. I didn't mind her close but I wanted her to be comfortable. We had a long way to go. I figured it was about 300 miles. We could make it in about seven hours, but we had a few days to kill. I asked Terry if she would like to take the long way and make it a short vacation on me. She hesitated. I assured her there were no strings and she agreed.

As we traveled up the highway, I felt Terry begin to relax and as the miles past she released her grip and leaned back on the seat rest. I could hear her humming to herself and it seemed so peaceful.

We were heading into the mountains and as the time passed it became very hot. I pulled off the road along a small brook. We took of our shoes and walked in the water, splashed and kidded around until Terry slipped and fell. She wasn't hurt but she sure was wet.

Terry took off her wet shirt and then her tube top. She wrung it out and put the shirt back on. The wet shirt did nothing to cloak her small but ample breasts with aureole darker and larger than I had ever imagined possible. I had seen her at the river and I had slept with her but I had never noticed how fascinatingly erotic Terry was until now. I was definitely attracted to her, but right now we both needed a friend more than a lover.

Terry went to the carrier and took out a small scissors from her case. She asked me to cut off the legs of her jeans so she could get some sun as we rode. I did as she asked, only wishing I could do the same with my clothes.

Back on the bike we rode till about noon and decided to stop to eat at a small outdoor stand. As I placed our order, Terry went into and Indian shop next to the stand. When the food was ready I called Terry. She came out with a bag which she handed me. I opened the bag and found Terry had bought me a pair of shorts and a vest to keep cool. I offered to pay for the clothes but she refused.

We finished up lunch and I went to find a place to change out of my leathers. I walked into the woods about twenty feet and came to a very high fence. As I was changing I heard voices from the other side and as I watched, a man and a woman, completely nude, walked by. Then another and another. I had come upon a nudist camp.

I finished dressing and went back to tell Terry. She wanted a look, so I stored my leathers in the saddle bag and we went back to the fence. We watched for a while and Terry said," lets climb the fence."

I helped Terry over and then climbed over myself. "now what?" I asked. "Take your clothes off, silly," was her reply. We disrobed quickly and hid our clothes in the brush. Then we took a stroll as if we belonged there.

We walked until we came to a building. It seemed everybody was going in and we decided to follow. After entering we found this was not a nudist camp, but a surrogate sex retreat. It's the first time I ever heard of such a place, but I wanted to know more.

On a bulletin board was a list of the days activities. We found there was a seminar about to start entitled "touch."

We entered and found a place to sit on the carpeted floor. As the room filled, people sat all around us. By the time the instructor started there must have been about a hundred people. The instructor, marge was her name, started by explaining how important touch was to a sex surrogate. While she spoke I noticed the lights were getting dimmer and soon only a spotlight remained on marge.

As I sat and listened I felt Terry's hand on my leg. I put my arm around her shoulder and as I held her, another hand was on my back, and still another in my hair. I whispered to Terry, "any thing strange happening?" Her reply was, "someone is kissing my leg and moving upward." As I listened I was receiving a class "a" blow job. Terry and I just held hands and enjoyed. I exploded with a load I thought sure would be all over the place but as the instructor completed her talk and the lights came on, everything was as before. No mess and no idea who.

We left the meeting and I could not wait to tell Terry what happened. We walked slowly back to where we hid our clothes, got dressed and climbed back over the fence.

We reached the bike and both started to talk at once. I told her to go ahead. She told me about the kisses running up her leg that finally ended at her clit and the two mouths on her breasts. She said they all had to be woman because of the very long hair and soft skin. She also told me about the cock that was placed across her lips and how she had refused to open her mouth. I told her about the blow job I received and the hands all over me, and how glad I was to be out of there. She agreed.

We got on the bike and headed up the highway. I felt as if Terry was upset. I asked her what was wrong. She just put her arms around me, gave me a hug and said nothing. I made a mental note to ask later.

We had traveled about 150 miles and it was mid afternoon when we decided to find a place to stop for the night. We were entering a place called Cooperstown, New York.

I asked Terry if she would rather stay in a hotel or motel. She reminded me we didn't have the clothes for a hotel. We checked into a holiday inn motel.

The holiday inn was not like the lodge but the room was large and clean and they had cable tv. Our room had two double beds and I could only wondered what the sleeping arrangements would be.

I asked Terry what she would like to do and she said, "lets take a walk."

We left the motel and walked a few blocks to a small shopping center. As we window shopped we came to a "Victoria Secrets" store. Terry wanted to go in alone. I reached into my pocket and handed her two hundred dollar bills and told her to surprise me. I went over to the computer store to look around. After about fifteen minutes Terry joined me carrying her purchases. She said, "lets go back and get cleaned up for dinner. I could tell she was excited about what she had purchased.

We entered the room and Terry went straight to the phone. She call for valet service to have my suit pressed. Then she asked me to take my shower first and handed me a small package. I bought you some underwear. I noticed you didn't have any on today. I smiled and went to take my shower. It felt great to get cleaned up and I was glad I had taken the razor and tooth brush from the lodge. I finished shaving and opened the package Terry had given me. Inside were three pair of underwear, if that's what you want to call them. I would call them g-strings. They were made up of a pouch, held in place by a string around my waist and up between my cheeks.

I was almost embarrassed to come out of the bathroom. I was more comfortable naked.

As I walked out of the bathroom I heard Terry whistle, and I think I blushed. She walked by me and pinched my ass as she entered the bathroom carrying her package. She turned and told to me to get dressed as soon as my clothes returned. I thought, how am I going to answer the door like this. I didn't have to. There was a valet door built through the wall.

My clothes came back about ten minutes later and I hurried to put them on. As I finished dressing, Terry came out of the bathroom fully dresses. She was so beautiful it took my breath away.

She wore a sleeveless white floor length sheath that caressed her body. The material was so light and soft that the light from the bathroom behind her filtered through the dress. My eyes followed the lines of her legs to where they were joined. The outline of her dense pubic hair left little doubt that she wore no panties and the sight of her large nipples against the dress confirmed she wore no bra.

As she moved out of the light her dress became normal again. Only we would know what the dress concealed. On her feet she wore sling backs with about a four inch heel. Her nails were painted a pale pink that matched her lipstick. The only jewelry she wore was a pair if blue stone stud earrings that matched her eyes. I would truly be envied tonight by all who saw her.

I called a cab and it was waiting in front when we came out. I asked the driver to recommend a fine restaurant and he suggested the Tivoli.

The Shovel was very elegant from the plush carpets to crystal chandeliers. As we entered, I could see heads turn as all eyes were on Terry. We were escorted to a choice table and as soon as we were seated a waiter appeared with a bottle of champagne, compliments of the management. I assumed Terry's beauty had caused this reaction, so why not enjoy it. I asked the waiter to thank the person responsible for the champagne and ask if he might join us for a drink.

The waiter returned to take our order and informed us Ms. McHUGH would join us in the lounge for an after dinner cordial. As we waited to be served I asked Terry why she was so sad this afternoon.

Terry told me about her boss, Herman. He was the person she was with at the river when I spotted them. She also told me that what she was doing with him at the river was not by choice but if she wanted to keep her job she had to cooperate. She said it was the same all through the hotel chain, but the pay was very good and being a manicurist is the only job she knew.

She told me she got upset today because for the first time she had been treated with respect by a man and she knew, soon she would be back to the same old problem at a new location.

As I listened I got madder and madder. "There must be a way out of this mess for you," I said. "Sure, that's why I play the lottery. Don't you?" I told her I would think of something.

When we finished eating, our waiter escorted us to a booth in the lounge and we were joined by Ms. McHugh, who insisted we call her Kim.

Kim moved in on my side of the booth and I realized it might not be Terry the management was interested in. As the three of us chatted the subject slowly turned to sex. I didn't know what to expect, but Terry seemed to be enjoying herself and so was I.

Our conversation lasted quite some time and when I took time to look around I found the restaurant almost empty. It was after 10.

I apologized for keeping Kim, but she suggested we continue the evening upstairs in her loft. Terry excepted for us and I asked the waiter for the check. He informed me it was taken care of. I gave him a large tip as Kim led us to her private elevator.

Kim was a small woman, only about five feet tall. She had short blond hair and blue eyes. The outfit she wore could only be described as a formal tuxedo with no shirt and a bow tie. On her feet she wore very high black pumps. Needless to say she was very appealing.

We stepped from the elevator into a completely open loft. The only enclosed area was the bathroom, containing just a toilet and sink. The tub/shower were in plain sights but beautifully enclosed with stained glass.

The furniture was chrome and glass with white leather. The front wall was glass from floor to ceiling with no visible shades or drapes, and the view overlooking the city was spectacular.

Kim called down and had coffee sent up. As we talked, I tried to understand what we were doing here.

Kim left us to use the bathroom. Terry immediately leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, "I want to make love to her." I was shocked but my reply was, "so do I."

Kim returned and switched on the sound system, filling the room with music. Terry asked if she could take a tour of the loft and Kim accompanied her through the different areas. As they reached the front window, the radio was playing an old Elvis recording of blue suede shoes. Kim and Terry started to dance. Kim knew how to move, but Terry was fabulous. When the song ended it was replaced by the platters singing "Smoke Gets In Your Eyes." I thought the ladies would sit down but Terry put her arms around Kim and they continued to dance cheek to cheek. I could feel myself getting turned on as I watched these two beautiful ladies explore each others bodies with their hands.

The music changed again and Kim came back and sat next to me on the sofa. Terry was swaying to the soft music and looking out the window. I asked Kim how she got any privacy and she told me when the lights mounted in the floor in front of the window were turned on the glass became a mirror on the outside. She reached over and turned on the lights.

The sight before us was one I had recently seen but was very happy to experience again.

Terry was between the lights and us. Kim's eyes were frozen on Terry and I could feel her tremble next to me. Terry knew what had happened. She faced us and spread her legs as far as she could, stretching her dress to it's limits. Then she started to move like a snake, running her hands up her body and through her long black hair, her eyes never leaving Kim's.

Kim was having a hard time sitting still. I looked over at her and found she had one hand inside her jacket fondling her breast and the other was on my leg, digging in with her nails. She was so turned on I could bet her panties were soaked. I wanted to find out, but as I was about to reach for her she got up and went to Terry.

Terry welcomed her with open arms. As they came together their lips met in a most passionate kiss, sending them groping at each others clothes. Terry's dress went first. As it dropped to the floor, Kim fell to her knees and buried her face in Terry's bush. Terry took Kim by the back of her head and held Kim's face tight to her as she ground her hips until I heard a gasp from Terry and she released Kim.

As Kim got to her feet I joined them and helped Kim out of her jacket and pants. She wore only a very tiny, very wet pair of panties, which she took off and handed me.

Together both ladies turned to me with a look that said, "your next."

Kim led me back to the sofa and removed my boots as Terry took my jacket and shirt. Kim pulled off my pants and I was left in my g-string. Terry was grinning from ear to ear. Kim knelt down in front of me and nibbled at my prick through the pouch, as she squeezed my balls. I could feel the orgasm coming and couldn't stop it. My juices soaked the pouch and Kim. I relaxed as Kim removed the g-string. She continued licking and sucking me until I was clean. Terry stood watching with her hands almost buried in her cunt. Kim stood and walked to Terry taking Terry's wet hands and licking them dry.

As I sat on the sofa and watched I felt myself getting hard again. Kim noticed my erection and said, "I want that cock inside me now." She walked over, turned her back to me an sat on my lap, her pussy engulfing my cock to the balls. Seeing this, Terry knelt between our legs and as we fucked I could feel her tongue on my shaft and balls. I was getting more and more uncomfortable being under Kim. I pushed her forward. Terry moved and I was now on the floor doggy style with Kim, my hand on her breasts. Her breasts were very small but her nipples were hard and very long. They were at least as long as my fingers were thick.

As I pumped her from behind, Terry slid under us and with my balls in her mouth she now had Kim's face buried in her pussy. Terry was rolling my balls around with her tongue and humming, witch felt like a vibrator. I could not believe this was happening. I've read about things like this, but this was happening to me.

I was about to get my rocks off when Kim let out a scream at the top of her lungs, and her cunt tightened around my shaft until I wanted to scream from the pain. When her scream subsided and her muscles relaxed, I could feel her juices running down my cock and I could feel Terry's tongue catching all she could. Then Kim collapsed on top of Terry with me on her back.

We all rolled apart and I knew Kim was out cold. I looked at Terry and as our eyes met we began to laugh. This had been an experience I will never forget even though I still had not dumped my load. "Terry," I said. "Race you to the shower."

The hot water felt fantastic but Terry's hand soaping me up insured my erection was not going down. I offered to shampoo her hair and she accepted gladly. She turned her back to me and I proceeded to anoint her head and work up a thick mass of bubbles. Terry turned to face me saying, "I've a better idea." She went down on her knees and took my cock, to its full length, in her mouth. This of course made her head easy to reach, but I couldn't concentrate on the shampoo. We were really getting into it when the shower door opened and Kim entered. Terry release my cock and stood as Kim moved between us. Kim ran her fingers through Terry's hair rinsing the soap and lubricating her hands. Then she reached behind her and grab my prick. As I leaned back against the wall she positioned my prick at the opening of her ass hole. She reached for the soap and covered my shaft. As she leaned back it was as if she had turned on a vacuum, sucking every inch of me deep into her bowels. Kim, moving only her hips, created short strokes to excite me, as Terry did the same with her fingers on Kim's clit and her lips on her breasts.

Kim began to move faster and faster. I could feel the reaction of Terry's stimulation building Kim to a frenzy and I was going right along with her. Kim tightened her muscles and I let out a moan as the juices started to flow in quantities I had never imagined possible. It was as if I was having multiple orgasms. Over and over. Spurt after spurt. I felt as if my legs were going to collapse. Sure as hell, they did, and I was sitting on the floor looking up the beautiful tight ass I had just left and the cum mixed with the water of the shower running down Kim' legs.

Terry and Kim had turned their efforts to one another. Each had one hand buried in the others pussy while the other hand worked on a breast. They exchange tongue filled kisses passionately, moving from lips to ears to neck and back until both ladies stiffened at the same moment, and it was over. We, all three, sat at the bottom of the shower, water cascading over us, spent.




Lucky Buildup Ch. 2



Quite a while went by before we left the shower and dried each other. We all headed for the bed.

My next recollection was waking to the smell of bacon and coffee. I was alone in bed. Terry and Kim were having breakfast and talking as if the were long lost friends.

I headed for the bathroom feeling kind of silly being the only one undressed. The ladies were dressed, Kim in a business suit and Terry in a skirt and blouse she had borrowed from Kim.

In the bathroom I found my razor and tooth brush. I guessed Terry must have gone over for to the holiday inn and got them. After getting cleaned up I wrapped a towel around me and went out to locate my clothes.

Kim told me she had sent over, with Terry's permission, and had all our things brought here except for my bike. She hoped I wasn't upset and that we would stay with her while we were in town. I told her I thought it was great, but we were due to leave this morning. I looked over at Terry and she said, "I think I might stay here. Kim has offered me a job as her assistant." It looked to me Terry might be taking a job with the same problem she was trying to get away from, except this time it was a female. She read my mind and said "no strings."

I was skeptical, but it was Kim's decision. Kim had offered her a good paying job, with her own apartment. Kim said they still had some details to work out but she needed someone, and she thought Terry could do much more than manicures. I agreed. Terry struck me as quite intelligent and really needed a chance to prove herself, and Kim, aside from being a great sex partner, seemed to have a beautiful and well run restaurant.

I got dressed in my leathers and joined the ladies for breakfast. As we ate Terry told Kim how we met and the camp we stopped at along the way. Kim was getting turned on listening to Terry and so was I, which was evident through my leathers. I finished eating first and told the ladies I was going over to pick up my bike. Kim offered Terry her car to run me over and Terry accepted.

We picked up the car, a new rx7, and as we were driving Terry asked me what I thought about her staying. I told her it sounded great and how could she go wrong. She could always leave if it didn't work. She smiled and I knew she was staying. Terry told me she would like to finish our little trip, as she still was going to Niagara to pick up her baggage. I assured her I would be happy to take her. I told her we could leave right after lunch and we would be there by five. She could catch a bus right back. She thought that was great except she said she would rather stay over if that was what I was going to do.

We returned to Kim's and we loaded the bike. Terry assured Kim she would return the next day. I was back in my leathers and Kim was in her cut off jeans and tee shirt. The sky was clear with just a trace of clouds. It was a beautiful warm July day.

We made the trip in about four hours. We took a room in the falls inn where Terry was to start work on Monday. We retrieved Terry's luggage at the bus pick up station and had it sent up to our room. Terry thought she should let the management know she was not reporting for work, so we went to the main office. To our surprise we were greeted by Lisa, who had been introduced to us as wards assistant in Pennsylvania. She had been transferred the same time as Terry. Lisa was a hard person to forget, with her long red hair and emerald green eyes. She was the assistant manager, but as we found out later she actually ran the place because there was no resident manager.

Lisa was sad to hear that Terry was not going to work for her, but understood, very well, her reason for leaving, as she had worked for ward, a real womanizer.

Lisa asked us to join her for dinner at eight in the main dining room. We turned down her invitation but asked her to join us in our room for a drink later if she got a chance. Lisa said she would try and we left for our room.

I was getting a little tired of the wild sex and really just wanted to have a light supper and watch some tv. Terry agreed. We ordered two chief's salads and a bottle of wine.

We washed up and the food arrived. We ate quietly, more or less reflecting on the past few days. When we were through eating we put the tray outside the room and I decided to take a hot bath. Terry asked if she could join me. I really wanted to relax, but I knew this was the last time we would be together and I didn't want her to feel hurt so I said, "please do." Terry looked at me and said, "I just want the company. Ok?" "Sounds great," I said.

I filled the tub, which could accommodate four easily and had a whirlpool built in. I undressed and got into the tub. As I sat soaking, Terry came into the room and slowly slipped out of her shorts and tee shirt. The beauty of her dark skin and blue eyes were overwhelming. She entered the tub and sat beside me. We just relaxed and talked about the past few days. I told her how much I would miss her and hoped we could keep in touch.

I found myself becoming aroused with the thought of being alone with Terry. As we left the tub and were drying off, I could feel the sexual electricity building between us. I offered to rub her down with body lotion and she accepted. She stood in front of the mirror, brushing her hair, as I slowly started to administer the lotion to the back of her neck, moving over her beautiful shoulders and down to her waist. As I applied the lotion to the cheeks of her ass she let out a small moan and as I moved to her legs the moans became more frequent. I turned her around and was about to put lotion on her neck and shoulders when she put her arms around me and laying her lips on mine, gave me the softest and most loving kiss imaginable. As we kissed the intensity grew. Before we knew what was happening we were both breathing hard and almost clawing at each other.

I led Terry to the bed and moved between her legs, burying my face in her pubic hair and my tongue deep into her moist pussy. Finding her clit erect, I began to nibble and suck. Terry's hips were moving in a circular motion grinding herself to me. I inserted two fingers into her pussy and her grinding turned into a fuck motion. Moving above her I slowly entered, inch by inch, until I could feel my balls against her ass. I lay quietly for a few moments, lightly kissing her neck, her ear and finally moving to her lips with my passionate deep probing tongue. Almost immediately her nails were at my back and her ankles were locked behind me, the strength in her legs driving the breath from my body, forcing me in and out of her saturated pussy. The sound of our bodies crashing together resounded like bass drums and our pulses raced to reach a fury only calmed by the mutual release of our juices.

We lay quiet, in each others arms, feeling of complete sense of calm, as sleep overtook us.

Hours past. We were awakened by a knock on the door. It was almost midnight as I looked through the peep hole and saw Lisa. I asked her to wait as I went for a towel to wrap around myself. As I opened the door I could tell she was embarrassed to catch me this way. She apologized for waking us but I assured her we were happy to see her.

Terry came out of the bedroom to join us. She too was dressed in a towel. I was sure this was making Lisa uncomfortable but I waited to see what would happen. I went to the bar and poured each of us a bailey's.

As we sat and made small talk, Lisa asked if we would like to go up to her suite and take a sauna or some steam. Terry declined the invitation claiming she had to make a six a.m. Bus and needed some rest. She urged me to go, so after dawning my shorts and vest we left Terry and headed for Lisa's suite. As I followed Lisa to the elevator I couldn't help but be fascinated by the way her knit dress

Clung to her every curve. I could see the faint outline of what looked like a g-string. On her tiny feet she wore black suede pumps. Her legs looked as though she was wearing very sheer stockings, but a closer look told me she wore none.

On entering her suite she went directly to the wall, turned on the sauna and offered me drink. I accepted a bailey's on the rocks and she proceeded to fill a large highball glass. She claimed once we entered the sauna why leave for a refill.

I accepted the drink and as I was turning around, Lisa took the hem of her dress and lifted it over her head and off. I was right about the g-string, but could never have imagined the sight of her perfectly formed breasts. They were round and firm with perfectly centered erect nipples. She entered the sauna. I removed my clothes and followed. We sat opposite each other drinking and joking until she removed her g-string. What I saw was a beautiful patch of red hair, the first I had ever seen in that area.

Lisa was an outstanding beauty, but for some reason I was not turned on, just fascinated. After talking for about twenty minutes we decided it was time to leave the heat. As we left the sauna I apologized to Lisa for being very tired and told her I was going back to my room and get some sleep, as I had a long ride back home tomorrow. She understood but insisted I join her for breakfast before I left. I, of course, agreed.

When I returned to our room Terry was fast asleep. I stripped down, slid in beside her and fell quickly off to sleep with her in my arms.

The wakeup call came at five a.m. As I helped Terry get ready to leave, a feeling of great sadness came over both of us. We exchanged addresses and I promised to keep in touch and she did the same. I took her down to the bus, kissed her lightly and she was gone.

I went back to the room, showered and shaved, and put on my leathers for the trip home. I called Lisa and arranged to meet her for breakfast. We ate quickly, exchanged addresses and I was on my way home.

I arrived home about six in the evening, after a very uneventful day. I put away my bike, showered and went to bed, wondering what tomorrow would bring.

As the sound of the clock radio on the night stand started it's assault on the quiet morning the only thing on my mind as I awoke was the ironized piece of flesh moving up and down in my hand. Hot as a poker and aching like I had just slammed the window down on it. A few more strokes and I'd have a mess on my hands. My mind says stop but my groin says give it hell. And there she blows. What a mess, but what a relief. Now to get up.

Not what I had in mind for this morning, after this past week. What a woman. She took me right to the edge and I'm alone again.

Two more days of vacation, about fifteen hundred bucks in my pocket and all I'm thinking about is Sandra. Four woman in five days. Not bad I thought, but the only one I don't know the whereabouts of is the one I'm longing for.

It was about noon before I dragged myself out of my apartment and over to the racquet ball spa. I had reserved a two o'clock court time and I knew Earnie would be out to kill. Earnie played "B" class to my "C" and he never lets up. Once I almost beat him, but he took it in overtime. Today could be my day. Maybe he'll forget his glasses or better yet, forget to show up.

No such luck. He showed, but so did his wife, Joan, and her sister Barbara. I had not seen Barbara for a few years but I remembered Barbara was a hell of a player, unlike Joan, who had the coordination of a drunk. Playing partners with Barbara was going to be a blast.

The first game went to overtime, but we prevailed. Next game we wiped them out. Earnie was getting pissed off at all the ribbing we were giving him. He suggested we make it interesting. I asked what he had in mind and his reply was a little wager between us guys. "Winner buys dinner for all." I figured I couldn't loose because I'd had the hots for Barbara for years. The ladies agreed to the bet.

Barbara and I played like we were possessed. We beat them 15 to 3. Earnie couldn't believe it, nor could I. I couldn't miss a shot if I tried.

Our court time was about up. Earnie and Joan packed up and were on there way to the shower when Barbara said, "one quick game. Winner chooses the restaurant." I agreed and the game started. Before I got to serve the game was over. As she left the court she said, "I'll let you know after I get cleaned up. Meet you in the lounge."

In the locker room Earnie ask where I'd been. I told him about our bet and how Barbara had wiped the floor with me. Earnie laughed and told me to watch myself with Barbara, because she set up the meeting today with Joan, knowing you would be here. I had no problem with that. I thought Barbara, although about 10 years my senior, was a very foxy lady, and if she wanted me, so be it.

We all met in the lounge and made tentative plans to meet at cafe l'more. Earnie and Joan had to get a baby sitter lined up for their son Jason or we would have to make dinner another night.

I went home and at about five thirty Earnie called with bad, or not so bad, news. No baby sitter. We would have to make it next week. I told him I would call Barbara but he said he already had. As soon as I hung the phone up it began to ring. It was Barbara. Her first words were, "change of plans for tonight. Just you and me. See you there at nine." And she hung up.

Ok by me I thought. I had nothing to do but laundry.

It was a beautiful night, but I decided to take the car and leave the bike home. I could always put down the top and enjoy the night air. I wondered why Barbara didn't ask me to pick her up. Now we would have two cars to deal with.

When I got to the restaurant, I found Barbara waiting. She told me she had walked, as she only lived a block away, at the beach. We had not made reservations and there was about an hour wait. We decided to have a few drinks in the lounge.

The lounge reminded me of "Cheers". There were quite a few people in the corner watching a ball game on the six foot screen. In another corner two tables had some men playing chess, while others watched. The atmosphere was great, but surly not romantic.

I had known Barbara since I was old enough to remember. Their family lived only a few houses down from ours. Earnie and I were the same age and went all through public school together. Then, I went into the air force and Earnie went to college to play football. When we were kids, Barbara was just Earnie's "pain in the ass" older sister. Now, the only pain I could think of, would be, the one I'd like to put in her most private parts.

As we sat and joked I noticed on tv they were about to draw the winning lotto numbers. I remembered I had bought a ticket the morning Sandra and I met. As they called the numbers I wrote them on a cocktail napkin and put them in my pocket, to check later. Then they announced the lotto was worth twenty-two million dollars and I decided not to wait.

Sandra had said I was the luckiest person on earth and as I reached into my wallet to get the ticket I was shaking. I knew before I even checked, I was the winner, and sure as shit I had all six numbers. Without saying a word I turned over the ticket, signed it and added my social security number. Barbara watched me put the ticket back in my wallet. I was still shaking. Barbara asked if I was all right. I looked her straight in the eyes and said, "I just became a millionaire." She went pale. A few seconds went by and she said in a joking way, "want to get married?" I came right back with, "no. But I sure could use a good fuck." We laughed, and Barbara said, "I don't know about good, but will I do?" All of a sudden, the mood was very serious.

The announcement calling us to the dining room broke our silence. We went in for dinner, a little uncomfortable with each other and the situation we had created. I wanted to rescind my remark about using a good fuck, but couldn't figure out how to do it without hurting Barbara's feelings. I liked her very much. We had experienced a lot together.

When I was about nine I got my first look at a naked woman, Barbara. I was spending the night at Earnie's. We had pitched a tent in his yard and were camping out. I had to go to the bathroom, but when I got there the door was closed. I could hear the shower running. I had to go real bad so I opened the door and made my way to the toilet. Barbara was in the shower and I could see her reflection through the smoked glass. I relieved myself, didn't flush, for fear of being heard, and started to leave. I got a great idea. If I hid in the linen closet in the bathroom, I could see through the louvers. That's what I did.

When Barbara came out of the shower I got my first look at female pubic hair. I had seen boobs in magazines but now I was looking at the real thing. I had a woody. My first, and I didn't know what to do with it. It was so hard it hurt. I started to rub it and to my surprise it felt so good I couldn't stop. Barbara had left the bathroom and I was still at it. Then my first orgasm hit. After that day I spent so much time jerking off I didn't even have time for homework. The balance of my time was spent trying to get another peek at Barbara.

I convinced my parents I was interested in astronomy so they would let me buy a telescope. Then I convinced them to let me out at night to watch the stars. The only thing I watched was Barbara. I watched her every chance I got.

One night her parents were out and her boy friend came over. She took him to her room and they got naked together. She let him touch her all over and then she jerked him off. I was so excited I jerked off at the same time. When they were through, he got dressed and left and Barbara came to the window, waved and pulled down the shade. That was the last time I ever used the telescope. I couldn't face her for a long time. I stayed away from Earnie's house until one day I was invited to Earnie's birthday party. As I walked in the door I was greeted by Barbara. She just smiled and said hello. Before I knew what I was doing I was in the bathroom pulling my pud.

Soon after, Barbara went off to college. She spent the summers in Europe and when she graduated moved in with a guy and stayed in California. When she finally returned home I was already in the service.

I saw her again on my first leave. She was a beauty, but too old for me. One day while visiting her family we got to talking and she told me how she knew I was watching her with the telescope and then she blew me away when she told me she even knew I was in the closet in the bathroom. She said it was real turn on for her to know she was being watched. Since that day we have become good friends although I haven't seen her much recently. Now, I wanted to fuck my friend and I think she felt the same. But it would change our relationship and I didn't know if that's what I truly wanted.

So, I told Barbara how I felt about our relationship changing and her reply was, "don't you think it's about time?" With that, Barbara removed the short jacket she was wearing to reveal a backless vest, fastened at the neck and around her waist. It was cut down the front between her breasts to the lowest button. There was nothing shy about Barbara.

The waiter came to take our order and I had to repeat everything to him twice. His eyes were riveted on Barbara's breasts. Every time she moved the vest would shift and he was accorded a full view. Barbara knew just what she was doing. When the waiter left, she smiled at me and said, "I bet he wouldn't turn down a sure thing with me."

We sat in silence for a few moments, Barbara rubbing her leg against mine, licking her lips and flaunting her tits at me. "I give up," was all I said. Instantly her hand was under the table and in my pants. She had hold of my tool, squeezing and releasing the pressure. It felt great, and since the table cloth was long I knew nobody could see what she was up to.

The waiter returned with the food. Barbara never let go. She ate her whole meal with her hand in my pants. I was rock hard and ready by the time the check came. I turned to her and ask if we were leaving like this or could I have my rod back. She removed her hand, zipped my fly and put her jacket on. We stood to leave and Barbara put her left hand in my right pocket and grabbed my dick. I knew we were not hiding anything as we left the restaurant.




Lucky Buildup Ch. 2



We got to the parking lot which was well lit and found my car. As I unlocked the door Barbara removed her hand from my pocket, unzipped my pants and grabbed on as she slid across the drivers seat pulling me with her. As I sat behind the wheel I asked her what she was trying to do. She told me, my dick was hers until I made her cry uncle.

We drove the block to her house and went inside, Barbara still holding on. She took me right to her bedroom and locked the door.

Then came the surprise. She opened a cabinet and my mouth fell open in astonishment. There before me was a display

Of every sex tool I had ever heard about, or even imagined. She took down a handcuff with a chain and fastened the handcuff around my cock and balls and the end of the chain to the bed post. I was so fucking turned on there wasn't anything I wouldn't have done then, and she knew it.

She turned on some music and slowly, ever so slowly, removed her jacket, her vest and her skirt. She stood in front of me with only crotchless pantyhose and high heel shoes.

Barbara was amazing. She was forty-five years old and didn't have a wrinkle or a sag anywhere. She stood about five foot six. I would say about 130 pounds. Her legs were long and her feet were tiny. Her tits were small but very firm as was the rest of her body. She had a duck ass and a small waist. She had no pubic hair, and I could see the lips of her pussy were swollen with anticipation. Mounted through the front of the left lip of her pussy was a diamond stud earring. As I gawked, she said, "the answer to your next question is, yes it hurt." I had to admit, it was different. She told me she did it herself when she was in Vietnam. She had lost the other earring and wanted to put this one where it would be safe.

I was dressed in my jacket and shirt with my pants down around my ankles. She made quick work of stripping me down. Then came the next surprise. She said, " I'm yours. Use your imagination. Do anything you like with anything in the cabinet, but don't remove the cock cuff. Do we have a deal?" "We do if you'll answer a question for me. Why and why me?" I said.

Her answer blew me away. She told me that for the past two years she had lived in a monastery as a hermit, to try and find a new direction for her life. Prior to that, she had joined the army and saw some action in Vietnam as a field nurse. The brutality of it all had turned her sexual preference to woman and it took her two years to get back the desire for a man. Barbara said she had thought about me and our friendship and wanted her first sexual experience with a man in quite a few years to be with someone she cared for. She told me she didn't expect a relationship, other than what we already had, but for many years she had fantasized about us and knew I had done the same. She was right. Many nights I jerked off thinking about her.

After listening to her story I really didn't feel like sex, but Barbara brought the feeling back by taking my soft cock and bringing it to consciousness with the tip of her tongue.

I walked to the cabinet thinking, "Jesus Christ. What did I get myself into?" "Oh what the hell," I thought, as I grabbed some leather straps and a enormous vibrator from the shelf. I tied Barbara's hands to the top corners of the bed posts. Then I tied the other straps around her ankles and to the same posts, holding Barbara's legs well into the air and exposing her fully to me.

The vibrator I had chosen was about a foot in length and almost three inches in width. It was equipped with a pumping action that moved the head like a piston, while the shaft, which was slightly curved, made a circular motion. At the bottom was a clit stimulator that vibrated. I was really getting turned on thinking about how Barbara was about to get the work out of her life. In my mind I was making plans to use every opening she had and any other part of her I could.

For a start I climbed onto the bed and positioned my balls just above Barbara's face. I love having my balls sucked. But I also love to eat pussy. I began by placing kisses down along her inner thigh, working my way across her lips and up her other thigh to the knee. Then I went straight to her cunt. My lips encompassed hers and my tongue sliced its way inside, running from her clit to her asshole and back. My face became a wet sponge for her juices. As she strained against the straps I could feel her tongue running below my balls. I shifted and she presented me with a my first rim job.

I judged it was about time for some serious perversity. I brought the vibrator to her saturated lips and slowly inserted it about half way. As I did, Barbara let out a moan which traveled through my balls like a charge of electricity. Next I turned on the vibrator. The pumping piston action sucked the full length of the shaft into her. As the clit stimulator reached its objective Barbara began to buck and turn so vigorously, I was forced to remove myself from Barbara's mouth for fear of loosing the family jewels. I held the vibrator in place for about five minutes. Barbara must have reach a climax ten times and her strength was fading fast. I turned off the tool and let it go. It slowly began to leave Barbara's pussy. All at once Barbara retracted her muscles and it came out of her as if she had given birth. As she relaxed I removed the straps holding her arm and legs, rolled her over and tied her spread eagle to the four corners of the bed.

From the cabinet I took a tube of love oil. I started at her neck working the oil into her skin. I slowly covered her back and as much of her sides as I could reach, moving steadily downward over her the cheeks of her ass, being careful not to get near her opening. As I covered her legs I noticed her beginning to sweat as the heat took effect.

When I finished administering to her back I untied and retied her face up. Then I blindfolded Barbara. She was starting to breath hard and I could see by the swelling of her nipples she was getting turned on in anticipation of the unknown.

I went to the cabinet and removed a cock shaped pacifier. From the ice bucket I took a few ice cubes, and moved next to Barbara on the bed. I slowly started moving the ice cube across Barbara's face. As I passed over her lips they parted and to her surprise, I slipped the pacifier into her mouth. She took to it like a baby.

I proceeded with the ice, slowly moving down her neck and chest until I reached her breast. As I drew closer to her nipples her breathing became more rapid. Her nipples stood tall and the aureole around them grew thick. As I moved my way down her body, goose bumps covered her. The ice caressed her navel and moved into her pubic area, stopping just short of her lips.

I repositioned myself between her legs and took my rock hard tool in my ice filled hands. As I held myself I could feel my dick going numb from the cold. When the ice was all melted I placed the head of my cock at the entrance to Barbara's pussy and drove it home. The combination of heat on her back and my ice cold rod inside her made her body arch from the bed to me. Bracing myself above her, so my prick was our only point of contact, I stroked long and hard until I could no longer hold back my release. As my juices flowed into Barbara, I could feel her insides milking my cock dry.

As I retreated from the bed I heard the front door open. A few seconds later there was a knock on the door, and the sound of a woman's voice calling, "Barbara, I'm home." Barbara told me not to worry as it was only her roommate, Trudy.

I removed Barbara's blindfold and untied her. She looked at me and said, "not bad, for a start. How do you feel about a three way?" I told her I could hardly move now, but her reply was, "then would you like to watch for a while?" I just smiled. I started to remove the cuff which was still attached to my groin, when Barbara stopped me. She told me if you want to watch the cuff stays on. I thought to myself, "this is embarrassing," but I agreed. Barbara went to the door, completely naked and asked Trudy to join us.

 When Trudy entered the room my jaw dropped. She was at least six feet five in her bare feet. She was wearing a workout suit that left nothing to the imagination. Her body look as if it had been molded by an artist. Her hair was a soft blonde and her eyes were dark brown. She had full lips that were painted with dark red lipstick that matched her finger and toe nails. This woman fulfilled the true meaning of amazon.

Barbara introduced us and asked Trudy if she was up for an orgasm or two. Trudy looked over at me, then back to Barbara and said she would change and be right back.

Barbara turned to me and said, "your really going to enjoy this." She removed the chain to my groin from the bed post and moved me over to a bar stool in the corner of the room. She fed the end of the chain down through a hole in the seat of the stool and pulled it through. I sat on the stool and she tightened the chain so I could not get up, for fear of castration. As she was finishing up, Trudy walked in.

She was unbelievable. She wore a pair of leather boots with as least five inch heels, that ran the full length of her legs to just inches from her crotch. Above the boots she was dressed in a see through black nylon teddy. The teddy was crotchless and holes were cut out to allow access to her nipples. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun. Across the muscles of her arms she wore gold slave bracelets and on her hands she wore fingerless leather gloves that ran to her elbow. She looked like she had just come from the pages of a domination magazine.

She walked over to were I was sitting and ran her hand down my chest and gave a light tug on my joint before turning her attention to Barbara.

She went to Barbara and took hold of her hair, pulling Barbara's face into her pubic hair. As Barbara licked and sucked her pussy, Trudy held Barbara's head tight to her, grinding her hips mercilessly. With a jerk Trudy pulled Barbara from her and dropped her to the floor. She went to the closet and rolled out a devise I could not even imagine existed. It looked like something from outer space. Trudy ordered Barbara to mount this thing. As she did I began to understand what it was. It looks like a motorcycle with one exception. Barbara was lying on her stomach. Her breasts were held by pointed cups with the tips removed to allow Barbara's nipples to protrude. Her knees were in stirrups so her ass was held exposed high in the air. Barbara's hands were on the handle bars and her face rested on a small forehead rest between the handle bars, pushing her head back forcing her look straight ahead, and allowing her chin to drop.

Trudy strapped her down across the back. Under the breast cups she adjusted vibrators to meet the tips of Barbara's nipples. Then from the rear of the machine a piston like devise was added . A dildo about a foot and a half long and about an inch and a half wide was attached. Trudy lined up the dildo so the tip was between Barbara's lips. Then she took a but plug from the shelf and inserted it into Barbara's asshole.

Trudy positioned herself in front of Barbara and told her when she wished to be fucked all she had to do was ask. Barbara said," please, I want to be fucked." Trudy said, "you may begin", and she turned the power on. The vibrator started to hum and the dildo slowly moved into Barbara. As Barbara turned the control on the right handlebar the pumping action increased. The left hand controlled the depth. As the dildo continued its journey into Barbara a small tube through the center of the dildo deposited warm oil on the tip. Before too long Barbara's juices and the oil were mixed and dripping from the shaft on each long stroke.

I was watching with astonishment, when Trudy came to me. She untied the chain holding me to the stool and instructed me to stand in front of Barbara. When I was in position Trudy took my cock and inserted it into Barbara's waiting mouth. Barbara sucked me and worked her tongue until I was as stiff as a board. She was now taking a pounding from the machine and increasing the depth on each stroke, but she did not neglect me at all. As I was about to get off, Trudy yanked the chain and pulled me loose from Barbara. She bent to my cock and finished the job, savoring ever drop of my juices. A few moments later she turned to Barbara and said "enough!" Barbara stopped the machine. She had not yet reached a major orgasm and was upset at Trudy for stopping her, but she obeyed.

Trudy released Barbara from the machine and helped her to the bed. She then removed her teddy and boots and placed herself in a sixty-nine position with Barbara. As the two woman feasted on each other, the feeling in my groin was quickly returning. As I got hard I found myself wanting to fuck Trudy. Trudy was in a perfect position. I moved behind her on the bed. She stopped eating Barbara for a moment and said, "use my ass, please." When I heard that my dick went rigid. I lined my rod up with her asshole and with one full thrust I was into the tightest place my dick had seen. I was pumping her ass as hard as I could when I felt Barbara's hand run across my balls. She went straight to my ass and before I knew it, she had a finger into me. The sensation brought me to a climax so powerful it created agony and ecstasy in the same moment.

I fell back exhausted, my cock soft and my body weak. As I lay there watching Barbara and Trudy caught up in the pleasure of their lovemaking I could understand Barbara's preference for woman.

I withdrew from the bed, removed the cuff around my cock and balls and went to the bathroom to get cleaned up. I decided to shower and when I returned Barbara and Trudy were asleep in each others arms. I quietly dressed and departed.

When I got home it hit me. I had won a lot of money. I took out the ticket and checked the numbers against the numbers I had written on the napkin. Yea. The same. I looked up the lotto hot line number and checked the number with the recording. The same. I took two valium and in fifteen minutes I was asleep.

It was Sunday morning and I was a wealthy man with no need to ever work again. I turned on the radio to hear the winning number again. When they finished reading off the numbers they announced there was only one winner. The winner would receive a yearly check of $825,000. I couldn't believe it. I just went from $700. A week to over $2200. A day. I couldn't sit still. If only mom and pop were alive to enjoy this.

I called Earnie and woke him up, not realizing it was only six o'clock on Sunday morning. When I told him he said, "Ok sure," and hung up. A few minutes later he called back. He had just had a call from Barbara and she confirmed it to him. He was beyond words. He said he was on his way over and hung up again.

Five minutes later he was pounding on my door. As I opened the door the first words out of his mouth were ,"let me see it." I showed him the ticket and believe it or not, he was more excited than I was.

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Monday morning, the start of a new life. The life of a millionaire.

I awoke early and called Barbara asking her to accompany me to the lottery office to claim my winnings. She declined claiming her boss wouldn't understand. I suggested she quit her job and come work for me as, I would need someone to help keep my affairs in order. She jumped at the new job and we agreed to meet in front of the lottery office at ten.

Next I called my job and gave notice I was leaving and that I would be in on Wednesday to clean up loose ends. They were upset but when I told them why they understood completely.

I dressed smartly in a light sport jacket, white shirt, jeans and boots. I checked my wallet to make sure I had the ticket and off I went, arriving a few minutes after ten.

Barbara was pacing when I arrived and looked relieved when she saw me. She looked great, dressed in a white blouse, black straight skirt and heels. Her hair was pulled back into a bun that reminded me of Saturday night and our little sexcapade. I found my mind wandering as we greeted each other. I was picturing what she was, or was not wearing, under her clothes. I was getting turned on. She must have noticed my excitement. She grabbed my hand and led me through the door of the office and to the information desk where I received instructions for cashing a ticket.

I approached one of the pay windows and when I informed the girl that I wanted to claim the twenty-two million I was immediately joined by two gentlemen. They escorted us to the office of the director, where the congratulations began. I could not believe the excitement we created. You would have thought they hit the big one, not me.

I proceeded to fill out the necessary forms for uncle Sam and New York state. The director advised me it would take about two hours to process the papers and have the check drawn. It could then be directly transferred to my account or I could take it with me. Either way the money would be mine by about one pm.

We decided to return and pick up the check, knowing the press would be on hand. I didn't want to miss a bit of the glory. Barbara and I left the office and took a walk. I was finding it hard starting a conversation, when she turned to me and said, "there are a few things we should discuss, such as our relationship." I agreed. I explained to her that I wanted somebody I could trust and count on, with no emotional ties. She looked a little perplexed by this but I explained, "I didn't mean no sex. I just meant no serious commitment." She agreed.

We agreed that after picking up the check and opening a few bank accounts we would find a lawyer to handle my legal affairs.

We had lunch and at one returned to pick up the check. They were all there. You would have thought I was the president, having a news conference. I enjoyed the attention and when it was over I was a celebrity. We left the lottery office at two-thirty and went directly to the bank where I was greeted by the president, who had been informed of our coming. Our needs were quickly met. I took five thousand in cash and off we went.

I decided to go back to my place and make some phone calls, stopping on the way to pick up an answering machine. I knew the phone wouldn't stop once the news was out.

On arrival I hooked up the machine and we started to work. First we called the lawyer and made an appointment for nine the next morning and then made arrangements with a Realtors to look at some houses in nearby Connecticut. By this time it was after five and I was hungry. We decided to call for chinese and eat in. I could tell Barbara was tired and I was feeling a little tense. We downed a few vodkas and tonic and when the food arrived went through it like we had never eaten before. Now I felt like a real pig. I could hardly move and Barbara said she felt the same.

We sat back and turned on the tv. The first face I saw was mine. We watched the interview and as it ended the phone rang. I made the mistake of picking it up. It was a guy looking for a hand out. I hung up and turned on the answering machine. The phone calls came one after the other with no break. The bell on the phone was driving me crazy.

I suggested we take a walk but Barbara said she was really tired and asked if I wouldn't mind taking her home. Funny, the thought had not entered my mind. As we drove to her house I asked Barbara if she would consider moving in with me when we find a house. I explained it would be more convenient for us and she would have her own bedroom or section of the house, depending on the house I bought. Barbara reminded me she had a roommate and really didn't want to leave her. I could understand that and made a mental note to try and find a position for Trudy that would have her with us.

When we arrived at Barbara's apartment she asked if I wanted to spend the night, knowing how the phone would probably keep ringing and not allow me any rest. I thought the idea sensible, but wondered if I could get any sleep being with Trudy and Barbara. Barbara read my mind and said, " Trudy is out of town till Friday and I'd love the company." I agreed to stay the night.