11 comments/ 107506 views/ 26 favorites Mister Jack Miller Ch. 01 By: JackKeith Okay, I've been reading literotica for over two and a half years now, and up until today, I've only been a spectator. But I've had some stories rolling around in my head for the longest time, so I thought I might venture to put one up and see how it is received. If y'all like it, I'll see if I can get more out of my head and onto the site. If not, I'll be happy enough to go back to spectating. By the way, as a way of warning: If you are one of those readers who don't have the patience for a well-developed plot, and who hate it when stories don't get to the sex soon enough, let me tell you right now you are going to be sorely disappointed. This story is full of characterization, and buildup, and were it not so I probably would not have written it, let alone submitted it. So, forewarned is forearmed...therefore...without further ado...here goes... ****************** "A Ton of Bricks." I'd heard the expression before, but I'd never, until that day, really understood what it meant, never really felt the weight of a ton of bricks on me until that day. I suppose I should have seen it coming. Looking back, there were all of those signs which, at the time, I just put down to bumps in the road of an otherwise ideal marriage, but now I see as danger signs that I missed on the way to that crashing collision. Sitting there, in the public park restroom, I cried. Silently, so as not to be heard, I thought, but I cried a river... Let me go back to earlier that day. It was the first day of August, and it promised to be as scorcher. My wife Wendy and I (I'm Jack) had come to the company picnic as we had done for so many years before, except this time was the first time since she had been named the VP of Marketing for the company. I arrived at the park with her, proud to be associated with this new executive, and ready to have a nice time chatting with our mutual friends, eating barbecued ribs, and frolicking in the summer sun. I was a little concerned that she had decided to dress in such a revealing manner, but then she had, over the course of the last few months, begun to dress a little more daring each day, sometimes bordering on "slutty." The fact that there didn't seem to be a corresponding increase in passion in our own bedroom didn't really click with me until a little later on, though, so I just chalked it up to maybe this was her little mid-life crisis going on. So the too-small bikini-top and the ass-revealing short shorts were her uniform for the day, while I stuck with the baggy Bermudas and the Havana shirt. Upon arrival, I started to catch up with some of her colleagues that I hadn't seen in a while, like Bert from the warehouse, who used to live on our street, and Charlie, the number one sales guy who I would go fishing with on occasion, and of course, Wendy's best friend and Assistant VP Donna, who was looking refreshingly casual in her light sundress and floppy straw hat, also wearing a light wrist-brace from a fall she'd taken a few days earlier. There was something in the way Donna looked at me that day that made me feel a little sad, but I wasn't quite sure what to make of it, and chalked it up to the fact that she was in a little pain from her wrist injury. We ate, we had a few beers, the kids who came played the usual three-legged races and water-balloon toss. It wasn't until about two hours into the proceedings that I noticed that I hadn't seen Wendy in a while. I looked around and noticed that she had joined a group of her Marketing colleagues in an impromptu softball game against the Sales department. I noticed that she was up to bat, but appeared to be having trouble, and Greg, one of the young men on her marketing staff, was standing behind her, his arms around her, showing her how to hold the bat. Nothing blatantly suggestive to my eyes, she's just bonding with her staff, I thought. Meantime, the chili dog, the plate of ribs, and the three cups of beer had started to take their toll, so I headed off to the park restroom to take care of nature's call. As I stepped toward the entrance to the Men's side of the park restroom, I noticed Donna and Lisa, a gal from Accounting, also walking towards the Women's side of the restroom, but they didn't see me. I suppose that if they had, I might not have heard what I heard in the next few moments, but I did, and I can't change it now. I walked into the stall, closed the door (as much as it could be closed for a public park restroom stall door), and did my best to wipe off the seat with a piece of toilet paper, and started to do my business. Now, if you've ever been in one of these public park restrooms, you know that the wall that separates the men's side from the women's side usually doesn't go all the way to the ceiling. In this case, there was a gap of about a foot and a half between the top of the dividing wall and the ceiling that was covered only by a ventilation grate. In other words, it was of such a construction that if anyone was talking in the other restroom, it would be rather easy to hear whatever was said, even if they were whispering. To make a long story short, I overheard the following conversation between Donna and Lisa: Lisa: "It's absolutely shameless the way she's flirting with those young...BOYS...out there when Jack is right there, probably thinking nothing but the best of her...It's almost like she's advertising or something..." Donna: "Lisa, I think she IS...in fact, I KNOW she is..." Lisa: "What do you mean? How do you KNOW? You got some dirt you're holding back from me? Give over, girlfriend!...what? Why are you looking at me like that?" And that's when the ton of bricks was picked up by the crane and positioned over my bathroom stall, ready to be released by Donna's next words... Donna: "Well, I'm really not sure I should even be saying this, but I know I can trust you, but if this ever got to Jack, he'd be devastated, and if this ever got to Mr. Chalmers (our CEO), a lot of people would get fired in a heartbeat..." Lisa: "Alright, now I HAVE to know..." Donna: "Okay, it's like this..." At this point, I was finished with my business, and part of me wanted to stay ignorant and just run out of there and pretend that there was nothing to be said that would "devastate" me, but another part of me HAD to hear this, if it had any bearing on the future of my marriage, so I did my best to be as quiet as a mouse, and listened closely... Donna: "You remember Thursday, when I had that date with Tim? Well, I had been running late that afternoon, and I needed to get home quick so I could change, and I had forgotten my purse in my office. I was going to just not worry about it and pick it up when I came to work the next morning. But when I got home from that disaster of a date, I was in the kitchen making myself a cup of tea. I ended up slipping on a puddle of water in the kitchen like I told you about. Well, it hurt too bad to put off dealing with it, so I decided to drive to the urgent care center. But I had to go into the office first to get my purse because it had my medical card and my driver's license in it. "Anyhow, I pull into the parking lot and I notice that there's a few cars parked outside. I recognized a couple of them, one of them being Wendy's SUV. So I figured they were working late AGAIN, and then I noticed light coming out through the closed blinds of the conference room. "So anyway, I key myself into the building and head toward my office, but I have to pass the conference room to get there. As I got closer, I heard some odd music and some weird noises coming from the conference room. I was going to open the door, but then I noticed that one of the blinds wasn't quite set in place, so I tiptoed over and peeked through the gap... "I couldn't believe it. I didn't know whether to scream, or to throw up, or to faint, or to run, or what. I look in and I see Wendy lying on her back on top of that big table in the conference room. She's stark naked with her arms and legs spread wide. And that's not all. Kyle and Jeremy and Greg were in there too. And they were naked, too. And man, oh, man, this girl was gettin' it from every angle in every hole and then some. She was suckin', she was getting fucked in the pussy and the ass, she was jacking. And, girl let me tell you, she was in charge, orderin' them boys around like she was a dominatrix or somethin'...and the words that were comin' out of this woman's mouth I never heard before in my life! And there was this one point when I saw her face...She didn't see me because I was still in the dark hallway, but there was this look on her face...it wasn't lust or anything like that...it scared me, Lisa...it was...EVIL...like she was possessed or something...I was so scared...I ran to my office, grabbed my purse and got out of there so fast it would make your head spin. That's why I didn't come to work yesterday, not because of the sprain, that's nothing...but because I didn't know if I could look her in the eye after what I saw...that's why I almost didn't come today, too...but I guess I just wanted to see Jack and see if he was okay or something...I don't know...but that's it." As you can imagine, I couldn't believe it either. I went from shock to disgust to denial to acceptance to grief all in the space of five minutes...I WAS devastated. Donna had been right about that...but now what? Lisa: "Well, that would explain what I had heard in the coffee room yesterday morning. I walked in there just as Kyle and Greg were leaving and the last thing I heard them say was, 'Just call her Wide Open Wendy!' and then they laughed like the idiots they are till they saw me...Damn, girl...what do you think you should do now?" Donna: "I don't know, but I've been trying to decide if I should tell Jack or not." Well, if she'd known, that would have been ONE thing she didn't have to fret about. But I was stricken, and that ton of bricks had come crashing down on me like each individual brick had my name on it. I must have sobbed audibly, because I suddenly heard Donna say, "Did you hear that? We'd better get back before we're missed, Lisa..." I heard them wash up and I washed up too...I walked slowly out of the restroom, and watched as Donna and Lisa began to walk toward the picnic group. As if she knew I was there, I saw Donna slowly turn her head and look in my direction. I just stood there, tears streaming down my face, frozen to the spot. She gave me the most complete look of sympathy that she could without giving herself away to Lisa or anyone else, then turned around and faced the company crowd. So I knew two things. One was that our marriage meant nothing to Wendy anymore. Two was that Donna was there, and on my side. I knew she would help. I could feel it. I put on the best face I could for the rest of the afternoon, trying to pay as little attention to Wendy as I could, because her once-innocent baseball troubles now became foreplay for her little marketing-minion sex-slaves. But now, I had to be trying to decide what I should do next. It was clear that as things had been described, should they be proven true, I would want a divorce, and soon. But I had to make sure they were true before I did anything else. Donna and I had a brief moment of whispered conversation out of sight of both Wendy and Lisa, where, after she had confirmed that I'd heard everything and apologized profusely for the fact that I'd heard, she then told me to call her sometime next week if I wanted to talk about it. Well, I did call her, and no, I didn't want to talk about it, but I had to do something. I thought about confronting Wendy, but she had been displaying a bit of a temper lately (either out of guilt or contempt I wasn't entirely sure), and I didn't want to start something until I had absolute proof and was prepared for the next several steps. So the next day, Sunday, I told Wendy I was going shopping for fishing supplies (which was partially true, since Charlie and I had made a tentative date for a fishing expedition in a few weeks). But instead of limiting myself to the tackle shop, I also headed for the audio-visual store, and inquired as to what kind of hidden-camera technology they had available. After some perusal and consultation with a very knowledgeable pair of clerks, I purchased five hidden cameras, and five small video-cassette recorders, and enough wiring to hook everything up in both our home and in Wendy's workplace. Monday morning, first thing, I called Donna at her office, and after we had shared a few tears together, I told her of my plan. She was a little reluctant at first, but when I reassured her that I would take full responsibility for whatever might happen as a result of my actions, AND do whatever I could to make sure she was held blameless in whatever might occur, she was in. Wendy had been scheduled to go to a conference that Tuesday, and would be gone until Friday, so that gave us three nights to put our plan into action. Wendy flew out on Tuesday morning. I dropped her off at the airport where her boys were waiting for her. Of course, she was dressed in "that" way, and it was all those boys could do to keep their hands off her and to keep their all-too-obvious boners hidden from me. I gave Wendy a friendly kiss on the cheek and wished her good luck. As I drove away I glanced into the rear-view mirror and noticed Jeremy giving her ass a hard squeeze, and said quietly to myself, "Okay, darling, if that's the way you want it..." When everyone had left the office for the day, Donna called me and I drove over. We spent the next several hours setting up the hidden cameras, two in the large conference room where Wendy had been witnessed on Thursday, and another in her office. The cameras had zoom and pan capabilities and built-in super-sensitive microphones. We first made sure that none of the cameras were visible at first--or second--glance, then tested out everything, and then we hooked up the VCR's, which we hid in a cabinet in Donna's office. I had also purchased a remote control device which could receive signals from a cell phone, so that I could not only turn the VCR's on and off by simply dialing a number, but I could see what the cameras were seeing on my wireless color PDA device. When everything was done and set up, I announced to Donna that it was time to go home and do the same thing. She asked if she could help with that too, and I originally said I didn't think it was a very good idea, but she argued that since she'd already become an expert with all the wiring, it made sense for me to get her help, so I assented. She followed me home, and we worked well into the night hooking up one of the remaining two cameras in the bedroom, and the other in the living room, once again checking all the circuits and ensuring full functionality. Proud of our work, when all was said and done, we exchanged a friendly handshake. there was a moment there at the end of things where she looked up into my eyes and gave me a look that said she was truly willing to help me out in EVERY conceivable way. To be quite honest, if things had been as clear as they turned out to be later on, I probably would have thrown her down on the bed right then and there and done what we both wanted to do deep down, but I knew that if I fell to this temptation now, it could conceivably ruin the whole plan, so I gave her a warm, yet promising hug, and kissed her cheek, and she immediately understood where I was at. We shared a cup of coffee, and she drove home. I spent the next two days hoping against hope that it was all for naught and that it was someone else Donna had seen that night and not my Wendy, or that somehow we could work something out. But to tell you the truth, I was not very hopeful. The night before she was to return home, I bought a soft-core porn magazine (which I hadn't done since high school) and masturbated to images of airbrushed women with their hands between their legs so that I could at least give myself some release from the tension that I hadn't realized (until the hug with Donna) that I needed... Needless to say, I did my best to pretend everything was normal when she returned. The fact that she didn't even hint that she was desirous of any sexual attentions when she returned Thursday morning led me immediately to believe that she had had more than her share during her trip. Also she told me that because of her absence from the office during the week, she would have to work late that night. I said okay, trying to disguise the tears welling up in my eyes, and told her not to work too hard. "Don't worry about me, I'll be ju-ust fine," she cackled as she slipped out of the door. I waited until about when I assumed everyone would be out of the office, then dialed up my PDA to spy on my own wife. Even the thought that that's what I was doing disgusted me, but I just HAD to know. I looked and saw that she was working at her desk. Perfectly innocent, her straight brown hair impeccably brushed, her full lips every bit as sensuous as ever. I regained a little bit of hope. Her phone rang and she picked it up. The microphone couldn't pick up what the person on the other end of the phone was saying, but her response told me everything I needed to hear at that point: "So the coast is clear? Good. I'll be right there, and DON'T do anything until I get there!" That was my cue, I thought, so I dialed in the code to switch the camera view to the Conference room, and dialed another to start recording everything. I watched as the view switched to the large room with the big marble table, where Jeremy and Greg were waiting, naked and standing side-by-side with their hands folded in front of them. Kyle appeared shortly thereafter, stripped off his clothes, and took up his place next to the other two. There they stood until the door opened again, and, locking it behind her, there stood my wife of seventeen years, who was very methodically removing her clothes and folding them up neatly and draping them over one of the office chairs. Then, as she hopped up on the table and laid back with her knees up and her legs spread wide open, she started to masturbate. As she dug two fingers into her pussy and worked her clit over with the fingers of her other hand, she began to chastise them for not doing better work at their conference. But then she gave Greg congratulations for landing a big customer on the last day. "Just for that, Greggy-boy, you get to fuck my ass first. And remember what a privilege this is. I don't even let my wimp of a husband do this to me." As if the subject had ever come up. In other circumstances, I might have given it a try, but now the thought of it just made me nauseous. "You two," she said, pointing to the others, "Kyle, you come and grease up my ass, and Jeremy, you start lubing Greg's dick. Then I want both of you to take your dicks out and start jacking them while you watch us. I want you to be ready to shoot your come on my face when I start coming. And don't you dare come before I do, Kyle, or we get to clamp those stupid-ass balls of yours like we did back at the hotel." Then I saw it. The look on her face when Kyle first slipped his KY-covered middle finger into her ass. I had heard that look described by Donna in the bathroom that day. Not lust, not passion, not even mischief. But evil, pure and simple. Like she knew she was doing this to herself, doing it to me, doing it to us, wanting to cuckold me, to make me suffer. I just couldn't bring myself to watch any more. It was all true. She was a cum-slut, and a power-mad, evil one at that. I bit my lip, turned off the PDA, making sure that the video recorder was still running, stopped off at the wet bar for a stiff whiskey, and went to bed. When she returned long after midnight, I gave her an obligatory kiss, but when she rolled over and I could both see and smell traces of cum in her hair, I had to stop myself from vomiting. I got up to go to the bathroom, and dialed the code to stop the taping. Mister Jack Miller Ch. 01 I called Donna the next morning and asked her to take out the full tape and replace it with an empty one, and asked her to meet me for lunch that day to give me the tape. I didn't want to discuss what was on the tape with her, but she didn't have to ask. She could tell by the stunned look on my face I had seen something as terrible as what she had seen the previous week. I was scheduled to leave the following Sunday for a two-day class in Detroit, so Wendy would be alone with the house to herself for the following three nights. During that time, I captured one more scene in the conference room, two more in her office, three in our bedroom and one in the living room, most of them with Greg, who seemed to be her favorite boy-toy. After returning home, I collected up all the tapes, made several copies of every one, sent one set to a lawyer who could help me plan on a legally binding end to this marriage, secured the originals in a safety deposit box, and had Donna keep another set in her condo. I made another set of tapes of only the stuff that took place in the office, put them into a box addressed to Mr. Chalmers, but didn't have it delivered yet. The time was not quite right. I needed an opportunity. And a few days later, the opportunity came in the form of a small, cream-colored envelope in my mailbox, hand-addressed in calligraphic style. The return address was printed simply, "Reunions, Inc." I opened it as I walked back into the house and discovered that my Great-Grandmother Ida, to celebrate her 100th birthday, decided to break open her piggy bank and pull as many of her direct descendants and their families into town so she could see them one last time before she died. Unfortunately, due to her age and other debilitations, she was not up to arranging the whole event herself, and so hired an event-planning company to handle all the details. I showed Wendy the invitation, and she acted for a moment like she was ready to pack her things right then and there, then she looked at the dates, and sighed that she had her big Florida marketing conference that same week, and said how she couldn't bail on it, seeing as how she was the Senior VP of Marketing for the firm. I knew, though, that her display of eagerness and subsequent disappointment was all an act, because I could sense her real feelings of relief and disgust behind her fake disappointment. Of course, I was actually glad that it had worked out like this because as it stood, she was scheduled to leave for her Conference in Florida two days before I was to leave for the reunion, and would return the day after I left town, which left the perfect amount of "transition time" for my plan to be carried out. So as I had already anticipated I would do, when I filled out the return acknowledgement form for the reunion, I left the "Spouse" box unchecked. I also decided, in the interests of saving Nana a little money, to go ahead and check "willing to share a room" and checked the "M" box indicating that I was male, so that I could be paired up with another male when rooms were assigned. As the day of the trip approached, I began to think about all of the various relatives that I had not seen in a while, and a few I'd never seen. Some were familiar, like my older sister Alexandra, whom I had called and talked to for hours on holidays and birthdays and on a few whims lately but hadn't seen even a picture of in nearly ten years...some were distant like my loopy Uncle Hal who always managed to embarrass everyone he was with with his penchant for cultural insensitivity and one-too-many White Russians. I thought about my Cousin Darren who lived only a three hour drive away, but whom I hadn't seen in three years until he had died in a hiking accident about ten months ago. He had just gotten married about ten months previous to his death, too, though I couldn't remember the name of his bride because I'd had a business trip to Europe the week of their wedding so I never met her. And of course it would be nice to be able to spend a few moments with Nana, because despite her relative fragility, she always had an insight into my psyche, sometimes seeming like she could read my mind... ******** Well, a week or so before the reunion was to take place, I got a postcard informing me of my rooming assignment at the reunion hotel, and discovered to my great chagrin that I had been assigned a room along with Uncle Hal. But after thinking about it for a few moments, I realized that Hal would probably be spending most of his time in the bar, and even when he was in the room, he'd probably be asleep most of the time. So, other than having to put up with the smell of a sleeping drunkard's breath for a few nights, it would probably not be so bad. Besides, I had plans that would make any inconvenience associated with this trip seem but a trifle. I had arranged for the lawyer to put together iron-clad divorce papers, giving up the house and the SUV to Wendy, and keeping only my Volvo and my personal belongings and whatever savings were in the bank at the time...and with the video evidence I provided of her infidelities, it was all too easy for him. I then called a moving company and arranged for them to show up at the house about three hours after Wendy had left for her Conference. I identified all of the objects in the house that belonged to me, had them packed up and moved into a vacant apartment in Donna's complex, and with the house seeming no longer like a house, I set up a little surprise for Wendy. I put together a mechanism that would start the TV and the VCR as soon as Wendy walked in the door. The tape would be a composite of all of the various tapes that I had made over the previous few weeks. On the coffee table in front of the TV, I put a set of copies of all the tapes (which I had a morbid feeling she would probably want to keep and watch over and over again when this had all blown over), as well as her copy of the divorce papers. I signed the house over to her (I had plenty of savings to last me which I had also protected during this time), and left those papers on the coffee table as well. When everything was ready, I removed my wedding band from my finger and put it on the top of the stack. It was almost time for me to leave to be with my family, which I know I would need at this point. The last part of the plan was to switch the wiring of the office cameras so that the VCR's, instead of being in Donna's office, were now in Wendy's office (thankfully, since she was the assistant VP of Marketing, Donna had the spare key to Wendy's office). I didn't want Donna experiencing any negative feedback from any of this, so I cleaned up my mess so that there would be no trail whatsoever to Donna. Finally, I arranged for a courier service to deliver the set of tapes to Mr. Chalmers about two hours before Wendy was scheduled to arrive back in the office (if she followed her regular routine, she would go directly from the airport to her office that morning, and expect to "work" late that night). Everything was set. And if it sounds to you like this whole thing was carried out with a callous, heartless attitude, you might be half right. The tears I shed every step of this journey, the anguish I felt at losing someone whom I thought was my best friend in the world, the feeling of waking up every morning feeling like I had a knife stuck into my heart...THAT was what drove me to act. THAT was what tipped the scales... I pulled the door closed, threw my bags into the car, and drove to Donna's house. She then drove me to the airport, reminding me she was there for me, whatever I needed. A soft kiss of goodbye this time, a whispered thank-you, and I was off... I boarded the plane with great anticipation, hoping I could catch a little nap to make up for all the sleepless nights of late. I have to admit, though, that part of my anticipation was due to the idea that I would be alone on this trip and that there were several of my female cousins, like the twins, Victoria and Viviana, who I remember as being certifiable hotties, and having the freedom to ogle them without worrying about what Wendy would think was kind of nice. In fact, that same notion made me relax here on the plane as I exchanged smiles with a couple of nice-looking women as people moved in to find their seats. Finally, when I had almost decided to stretch my legs out over the adjoining seats, thinking that the doors to the plane would close without my having any seating companions, I watched as a very well-built redhead in a white blouse with red pin-stripes, a black skirt and low-heeled red shoes sauntered onto the plane, and, after taking a second to stow her overnight bag up into the overhead bin, smiled at me and said, "Sorry, but I think you're in my seat." "Are you sure?, I could have sworn..." as I fished in my pants pocket for the boarding stub. Just as I got a hold of it and started to bring it up into the light, she said, "No, wait, you're right. I've got the window. Sorry about that. I normally get an aisle seat when I fly. I'm a little on the tall side, so I like to stretch my legs a little bit. If you'll excuse me, I'll just squeeze by you here..." "No prob..." I began to say as she started to slip past me, facing me as she moved. I couldn't help noticing three things...one, that she WAS pretty tall, having to bend way over to duck beneath the overhead bin as she passed...two, that she was wearing a perfume that I recognized, a freesia-rosewater mix similar to one that I had bought for Wendy last anniversary but which she had not worn once since that time....and three, that she could not have been wearing a bra under the blouse, because as she bent over, her v-neck blouse loosened and I could clearly see the inside halves of her breasts jiggling rather freely within...I think I may have caught a brief glimpse of nipple as well, and that's when I jerked my head back so as not to be so obvious. Though for some reason it seemed like she had lingered there for a split second as if she knew I was looking and wanted to give me a moment to enjoy the view. Needless to say, I experienced a mild twitch at this moment of presentation...but it was quickly squelched by my anguish over how my "presentations" would go over back at the house, and wanting to be as careful as I could at not entangling myself until I was "in the clear." I'm not sure whether it was the horn-dog or the gentleman in me which gave rise to the next thing I said, but as she began to slip down into her seat, I blurted out, "You know, if you would like the aisle seat, I'd be more than happy to give it up to you. I also tend to favor the aisle, but I like to stay on the good side of my seat-mates during these long flights..." She giggled, and said, "Honey, if I had a good side, you'd be there, but I tell you what. We'll probably have to get up once or twice during the flight. How about every time one of us has to get up and stretch, we switch? That'll help keep things a little interesting. Mint?" She offered the open box of Altoids to me, and rather than taking it as a hint about my breath, I saw it more like she wanted her own breath to be fresh, and she was just trying to start our flight-relationship off on a good footing. "Thanks, I could probably use a few right about now." "I'll keep the box handy," she said as she tucked it into the seat-pocket in front of her. "By the way, I'm Shari. Nice shirt," she said referring to the tailored dress shirt I had worn (unusual for me, as I normally dress more casual for airplane flights). She proffered her hand. I noticed the red nail polish that complemented rather than upstaged her hair, and shook it, trying to send a message not just that I was happy we were seat-mates, but that I was also happy we were of the opposite sex. Not sure why I did what I did next, but I quickly yet softly brought the delicate hand to my lips and gave it a mock kiss. "Thanks, it's a favorite. I'm Jack. Ever so pleased to make your acquaintance. Nice blouse..." She giggled again... It was then that I noticed the ring finger of her hand had a thin tan line around it, as if it had been used to carrying a ring until very recently. She must have caught me staring at it, or she saw the similar tan-line around my finger, because she pulled it away rather quickly after that and gazed out of the window. "I'll be glad to be getting out of here for awhile. When do they serve the drinks on this plane?" While she didn't break down, I did notice her eyes getting a little wet, and decided that I would leave her alone to work out whatever issues she had on her own, and I took to buckling my seat belt and preparing for takeoff. ******** Her reverie transformed into a nap as the flight began, and as I absentmindedly scanned the airline magazine, I took opportunities to glance over at her. She had a light spray of freckles over her cheeks and nose, full lips with just the slightest layer of gloss, and thin, but not skinny arms and legs. Those long legs were stretched straight under the seat in front of her, and her arms were folded gently over her belly. I took special notice once again of her blouse, and the pressure of her arms against her belly caused the fabric to tighten somewhat over her breasts. Her nipples were quite clearly hard under her blouse, whether from the cool vent over the seat or for some other reason I'm not quite sure, but I also noticed, that, as she slept, she would occasionally squeeze her thighs together and wriggle her butt against the seat. My imagination began to work overtime and I began to fantasize that the motions her legs and ass were making were the result of an erotic dream that featured myself as the male lead, and whether I just imagined her nipples got even harder or whether they really did, the end result was a full-blown erection on my part. Since takeoff was complete and the "fasten seat belts" sign had been turned off, I unbuckled my belt, and stretching my legs forward, took the opportunity to adjust my hard-on to a more comfortable position, and then glanced over in her direction, more to ensure that she hadn't seen that than anything else... And, of course, I was horrified to see that she was, indeed, looking over in my direction, with a half-smile on her face. Now, to tell you the truth, I wasn't sure if the smile was her way of greeting me after her nap, or her way of telling me that she had seen my movements a moment ago. "How long was I out? Did I miss much?" And did she specifically glance down at my crotch that time? I was so flustered that I'm sure I visibly blushed, because my cheeks felt hot. "Other than the announcement that we are going to be making an emergency landing in ten minutes, you didn't miss much." I smiled, and it was returned. "But your timing is perfect, Shari. They're loading up the drink cart right now. I'm going to get up a moment and..." (...try and get this hard-on to subside a little bit...) "so we can switch seats now if you like..." "Well, that's awfully nice of you. See you in a minute, Jack." She winked at me as though she knew my predicament, and it wasn't very easy to disguise, but I faced away from her as I stood up and made my way to the restroom. Once inside, I splashed a little cool water on my face, and stared at myself in the mirror. "Despite how your wife has been acting lately, you ARE still technically MARRIED, Jack. Try and remember that..." That helped a little, which allowed my hard-on to subside enough so I could take a leak, but I still made a point to check my hair, my teeth, and express regret that I hadn't shaved this morning before I exited the stall and made my way back to the seats. I noticed that Shari had already moved to her new seat, which, unless she stood when I got to the row, would require that I scoot past her just as she had done to me a short while ago. She saw me coming, and rather than get up, she pulled the seat belt a little tighter against her lap, which caused her blouse to tighten a little more against her breasts, and, instead of moving both her legs together to one side or another, instead she spread them apart as a way of making a little more room for me to get by. Now the decision was mine: Do I slip past her facing her, or facing away from her? I decided that sticking my ass in her face was probably not the wisest thing to do at this point, despite the fact that my hard-on was once again returning to its former strength, I took the chance and faced her as I moved past her. Like her, I had to bend over so as not to bang my head into the overhead bin, and in doing so, brought my head very close to hers. She looked up at me for a second, and just as she smiled, the plane must have hit a pocket of turbulence, because the plane gave a little jolt and I was forced to move my hand quickly against the back of her seat to keep from falling on top of her, and at the same time she instinctively moved her hand up to keep me from falling. Nevertheless, my lips made the briefest of contact with her forehead, and I felt an electric jolt surge through me. The turbulent moment past, I stood there with her pressing her hand up against the left side of my chest, her fingers spread wide. The moment of self-preservation, however, turned quickly into something else as I smiled down at her saying "Thanks, you saved me," and as she replied "Anytime," I felt that her hand was now no longer being used to prevent my fall, but to feel the beating of my heart, which was pulsing a mile a minute, keeping the rhythm with the throb that had recently begun in my once-again-hardening dick. I slipped past and flopped down into the seat, trying to divert attention from the rising problem by saying, "ANY time? I'll have to take you up on that...you're a natural. I owe you one. In fact, let me buy you your first drink." That's when I noticed that she had taken the liberty of moving the armrest between the seats out of the way, so that there was nothing between us. Wow. Being married and faithful for so many years, had I been hit on as many times but just not noticed it? Or was this woman just getting to me, melting my defenses away? Amazing, I thought... The limited selection of liquor combined with the stewardesses' limited ability to make anything that required any effort or style caused me to settle and ask Shari, "Jack and Coke?" "Sounds great...and," turning to the stewardess, "make mine a double," she said as she started to reach over my legs to claim her purse from under the seat in front of me. But I grabbed her gently by the arm and lifted her back up, "Now, I SAID I was buying, and I meant it. If you want a double, I'll buy a double, too!" This time it was my turn to address the stewardess, "Make 'em both doubles, thanks." I handed her a twenty and she passed two cans of Coke, four tiny bottles of Jack and a couple of cups of ice over onto the tray that I had just lowered over my lap, which, thankfully, served to hide my boner from Shari's eyes..."You can buy the next round. This one's on me." I suddenly realized I was still holding her arm, because she put her hand over mine, and said, "We'd better keep her close, 'cause the way I'm feeling now, we'll be needing the next round pretty damn soon..." She squeezed my hand and as she did so, I realized that the backs of my fingers were pressing softly against the side of her braless breast. In fact, I got the feeling that she wanted that, because I noticed that my fingers were somewhat trapped between her arm and her side. The erection quickly became uncomfortable again, so I tried to refocus by slipping my hand politely out of its trap (did she just pout?) and began the process of creating our libations. Of course, when I did this, it seemed like she wanted to make up for the lack of contact by pressing her thigh against mine, and despite all the warnings flashing off in my brain, I gently pressed back. "Here you are milady," I said, handing her a cup containing half a can of Coke and the contents of one bottle of Jack. "Why thank ye, kind sir," she twittered and brought her cup up to "clink" with mine, and as she did so, I said, "to a pleasant flight," to which she added, "and good company!" Mister Jack Miller Ch. 01 Right at that moment was when I knew something special was happening here. Because the look we exchanged just before the cups touched our lips seemed so full of energy and promise and longing that, for me anyway, and I'm pretty sure for her, time froze... Well, the drinks flowed, the meal was served, and we got into a conversation about air travel. Seems we both had jobs that caused us to travel quite a bit. Stories about crazy seat-mates, pilots who double as comedians, sprints between airport gates, frequent flier perks transitioned into musings about our favorite cities in the US, as well as internationally. We discovered that we both loved New York City in the wintertime and that we had the same favorite restaurant in Luxembourg. As a lark, I told her, "we'll have to plan on a date there together sometime," to which she raised her glass of dinner wine and said, "I'll drink to that." Another beautifully awkward moment followed as she moved to hook her arm around mine to share one of those kinds of toasts. I wasn't expecting it, though, and instead of hooking her arm around mine, she instead knocked my arm and caused my wine to splash out of the glass, an equal amount landing on my shirtsleeve as on the shoulder of her blouse. "Awww, damn," she said, but instead of her letting her anger over her clumsiness and her ruined blouse linger, she looked at me with half-drunk eyes and said, "I'm so sorry, baby, will you ever forgive me?" Emboldened by the epithet "baby" and impassioned by the way we had seemed to inch closer to one another during the course of the meal, I looked her straight in the eye and said, "Sure...for a kiss.." That look on her face I'll remember for a lifetime. It was a combination of shock, longing, comfort and delight, and was quickly followed by, "what in the hell took you so long, Jackie-boy?," and in a split second my arms were around her and our lips were locked together. The warmth of the meal, the slickening effect of the liquor, and maybe the release of a few other pent-up frustrations on both my part and hers made this kiss the single best first kiss I have ever shared with a woman, even to this day. Our tongues danced a lazy, tipsy foxtrot as our hands did their best to hug and squeeze and tentatively grope, a definite achievement considering that our tray tables were still on top of us and our seat-belts were still fastened. As we broke from that perfect, joyous kiss, I looked into her eyes, and just said, "Wow...you're somethin' else...," which she replied to with yet another kiss, this one even slower and more sensuous, if you can believe that. I was in heaven at 35000 feet... As if in answer to a prayer, the stewardess came by to take our tray tables and our next drink order (hold the Coke this time), and as Shari got up to use the restroom, the purser announced that the movie would be starting soon. So, planning by the seat of my pants, I quickly procured a couple of headsets, a blanket and a couple of pillows and set about preparing our seating area for what I hoped would be a nice couple of hours. First I plugged the headsets in and adjusted the volume so that we could hear the movie, but also talk to each other at the same time. Then I propped the pillows in the corner where the window seat met the side wall of the airplane, giving me a bolster to lean back against. Then, having pushed back against that corner, I removed my shoes, placing one foot on the floor and the other leg stretched along the length of the seats, received the drinks from the stewardess and placed them in the small drink-holders on the seat-backs, and waited. Although I knew she wouldn't care what my breath was like, I went ahead and took another Altoid as I waited for her to return. I noticed as she re-appeared that she had done a pretty fair job of getting out the wine-stain from her blouse, but also noticed that she had taken the liberty of unbuttoning at least one more, maybe two buttons in the process. As she reached our seats, I handed her her drink, scooched back against my little corner, and waved my hand as if to say, "Please come join me..." She got a big smile on her face, not unlike a kid on Christmas morning, and as she sat down, she noticed my shoelessness and followed suit. Then, just before she leaned back to accept the headphones from me, I noticed her slip something that looked like a piece of fabric into the aisle-seat-back pocket. I immediately thought "panties!", but decided that if that were the case, she would make it known to me eventually, but then I also had to wrestle with the idea that maybe I shouldn't even be putting myself in this position in the first place. But I'd already had too much to drink to care much about that right now. She wriggled back against me, and when her ass met my erection (which, while I was still a little self conscious about, I was no longer what you might call ashamed of), she seemed to give an extra push against it before she leaned back against me with a contented sigh... I placed the headphones on her head, and asked her as the movie started if that was a good volume, which she replied to by turning her head and kissing me yet again, this time a quick peck on the lips. So I spread the blanket over our laps and slid one arm around her, caressing her belly gently and allowing the top edge of my hand and arm to slide against the undersides of her breasts as we both took a sip of our drinks and settled into one another to watch the movie. It was, thankfully, a romantic comedy, mindless enough to where we could play lovey-dovey for several minutes at a stretch without really missing much of the plot. But after a while, when a particularly forceful series of kisses forced the headphones off of my head, I just let them fall behind me on the seat and didn't pick them up again. I decided it was time to take this "date" to the next level, so I took the blanket, which had been heretofore covering only our laps, and raised it up to the level of Shari's neck. Securing it against the seat so that it would not fall down and reveal our little games to the rest of the airplane (the couple in the seats across the aisle were sleeping soundly), I immediately moved my right hand up and slipped it into her blouse, cupping her left breast in my hand, first holding it gently as if it were a baby chick, and then softly beginning to stroke it. As I did so, I could feel her nipple, which I had previously thought was pretty hard already, to harden even more against my palm, so I began to roll the nipple between my fingers and give it several soft pinches. Shari responded to this by moaning softly and pushing back against my hard-on. I leaned over and gave her another warm wet kiss, and as I did so I looked over and noticed the drink-cup, still full of ice, in the cup-holder next to us. So, without breaking our current kiss, I let go of her breast long enough to reach over into the cup and grab the largest piece of ice I could find in there. She obviously knew my plan because she grabbed my head and said, "Now, Jack, just what do you think you are planning on doing with that piece of ice?", to which I calmly replied, "You'll see," as I slipped my hand under the blanket and quickly found her nipple again, holding the ice against it. At the same time I covered her mouth with mine again so that if she were inclined to scream she would do it into my mouth. She DID moan some words that sounded like "fuck, fuck" directly into my mouth and shoved her tongue hard against mine, wriggling and squirming and bucking back against my hardness, but instead of trying to pull my hand away, she grabbed my wrist and held it in such as way as to say that she liked having the ice there. So I held it there until it melted completely, kissing her all the while. She calmed down a little, and then I went back to stroking her now-cold-and-wet breast with my cold hand...I'm fairly sure she came somewhere in there, but I'm not sure exactly when... Once again, we broke the kiss, and she looked up into my eyes, whispering, "Oh, Jack..." and kissed me again. I never thought I could enjoy something like this as much as I was, but I rationalized that as long as we weren't actually having sex, we could enjoy this lark and I could leave the plane guilt-free when we got to our destination...but at the same time, I wanted more...my cock was straining against my pants, and I'm sure that there was a wet spot permeating the whole front of my briefs now, I was so ready to burst...I needed a distraction, and Shari provided it... She took my hand, which was warming up considerably now, and pulled it down, between her legs. She draped a leg over each of my legs, spreading herself open wide. I noticed as my hand was pulled closer to her center that the level of heat increased dramatically, and when she finally pressed my fingers against her warm naked pussy, what cold that might have been left on my fingers melted instantly. I could tell immediately that what I had suspected a moment ago had been an orgasm was, indeed, just that, because her pussy lips had that quivering, steamy, slippery feel that a woman gets when she has recently climaxed...nevertheless, when I began to stroke my fingertips against the lips of her pussy, she melted back against me once more, turned her head up to begin yet another soft, suppliant kiss, and to grind her pubis eagerly against my hand. I started slowly and delicately, wanting to get to know every subtle detail of her womanhood, using only the very tips of my fingers at first, guiding them over first her outer lips, then her inner lips, finally inserting them up to the first knuckle and stirring her juices (which I could distinctly smell now) around, coating my fingers and triggering moan after moan into my mouth...eventually, I slid my index finger out, leaving the other three just inside her entrance, and began to search out her clitoris. She reached down with a free hand and pulled her hood back to make the search easier for me, and bingo! There it was. I could tell I had found a good spot by the way she jumped and moaned yet again into my mouth. I continued to stir my slippery fingertip around the base of her clit, occasionally dipping it back into her pussy for a fresh coating of honey, then returning to my task of stimulating this wonderful, sexy, excitable woman. Needless to say, she could only take so much of this (but was stronger in holding-off the inevitable than I might have imagined), she soon began to shake and flail her legs around. At one point she actually kicked the blanket off of us, but she had the presence of mind to replace it so that I would not have to move my hand from where it was operating. breathing hard and hot against my face, moaning steadily into my mouth, she bucked against my index finger, fucked against my other fingers, and began to shout something that felt like "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck me Jack" into my mouth. When she stiffened and gave one last massive jolt-shiver, then collapsed back into my arms, I knew that I had given her exactly what she had needed right at that moment, and was pleased that I "still had it," as that was the kind of "unadulterated" passion that had been missing from my own relationship for some time now... She rested against me as I cupped her sopping pussy with my victorious hand, occasionally stroking her perineum from side to side. My lips, and probably hers too, felt like they had been put through a wringer as our fervent kisses did their job to hide our dalliances. My other hand slid around her again, this time cupping her other breast gently, not as foreplay, but more as afterplay as we drifted off into a peaceful nap, the movie forgotten, the flight but an afterthought, just me and my lover snuggling our way through the sky, savoring our moment... ***** "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS IS YOUR CAPTAIN SPEAKING," coming from the speaker directly overhead was sufficient to jar us out of our reverie and into reality. The plane was approaching our destination, and we were informed that we would have just enough time to visit the lavatory before it would be time to adjust our seat-backs, our tray-tables, our seat-belts, and whatever else we had displaced during the flight to their approved positions. We quickly got up and headed for the restroom. I let her go first, which might have been a mistake in one sense, because being a woman, she took just a little extra time to fix herself up. It did give me a few moments to bring my fingers to my lips and smell and taste the fruits of our passion, causing me to wonder what it would be like to taste her pussy directly, but at the same time knowing that would most likely never happen. But, oh! When she emerged from the lavatory, what a transformation! She looked as if she was headed for a boardroom to deliver a killer presentation. Not a rumple, not a wrinkle, not a hair out of place. She winked at me as she passed to head back to our seats. When I entered the restroom, the first thing I noticed as I looked into the mirror were the wet spots. The first and most obvious was the spot directly on the front of my pants where the apex of my cock had surely been pressing for most of the flight. There were two other, slightly more subtle stains along my inner thighs, which were no doubt a combination of pussy juice and sweat, produced by the two of us during our adventure during the movie. Pulling down my pants, I wondered if I had come during the episode. I had not, but I had definitely expelled more pre-come during this flight than I ever had at any point in my adult life. I did my business, then straightened and daubed and did my best to disguise the spots, combed my hair and tried to look as presentable as possible, then marched triumphantly back to the seat. Shari sat there, a coquettish grin on her face, her cheeks ever-so-slightly flushed, and reached to take my hand as I sat and fastened my seatbelt. "Jack, I don't know who you are, and I'm not entirely sure I need to know, but I want you to know that I had the best time. And in some ways, you know why, but in others, you can never possibly know, and that's probably best too. But you were here when I needed someone, something, to reassure me that I'm not worthless, or terrible, or..." The tears began to well up again, and so, instead of trying to say anything to make her feel better, I opened my arms and let her fall into my embrace, and I held her just like that, softly stroking her hair until the plane landed. As the plane arrived at the gate and the passengers began to gather their things, I told her, "I think...no, I KNOW I needed this too. Made me realize I still had some things I thought I'd lost long ago. Thanks, Shari." We kissed. Deep, passionate, and, I assumed, for the last time. We had learned from each other that she would be meeting a relative at the airport, and I had a reservation for a rental car. A final hug, a few brief tears, and then...gone. It was not until after I was standing in line at the car rental desk that I realized that, other than the few stories we had shared about our travel experiences, I really didn't know much of anything about her, not even her last name. END OF CHAPTER ONE Mister Jack Miller Ch. 02 By way of introduction, let me say that if you haven't read the first chapter of this story, then much of the next few pages will mean very little to you. So I suggest you go back and read "Mister Jack Miller: Chapter 1" to get the background on this tale. That having been said, please...read on... As I sped down the freeway towards the hotel, I could not remember ever feeling as alive as I did that day. Sure, some might say it was a fling, a quickie, nothing more than "sex a la carte." But I know that I had given her something that she really needed at that moment for reasons I would probably never know, and the fact that I was able to be there for her made me realize that I worth a little more than I had thought possible. I made it in record time to the hotel, and told the desk clerk I was with the reunion party. After giving my name, he told me that the party that was supposed to be sharing my room with me was unable to make the trip, and that the reunion company would be making some last-minute adjustments to the room assignments, so I would be assigned a new roommate as other cancellations were processed. I later found out that Uncle Hal had gotten arrested on yet another DUI, and was forced to spend that week locked up in the county jail back home. I asked if they knew who would be assigned to the room with me, and he said he didn't know, that that was the job of the event planner. I shrugged, took the key, and headed up to my room. I had a long, hot shower, masturbated satisfyingly to thoughts of Shari and our airborne adventure, and slipped naked between the sheets, drifting off to the dulcet tones of "SportsCenter" on the boob tube. The 8 am wake-up call slapped me in the face. I slipped on my bathing suit, grabbed a towel and headed down to the hotel pool to take a few laps before indulging in the breakfast buffet. After forty healthy laps, I moved to the Jacuzzi to let my muscles soften a little before heading up to the room. I figured there would be a chance I would start to see some of my relatives by this time, and sure enough, just as I was heading out of the Jacuzzi, toweling off, I met Cousin Chuck and his wife Nancy who were coming to lay out in the sun for a bit. "Check in's at ten, Jackie," said Chuck, "and you know how Nana insists on punctuality!" "Yeah, I know, it'll be good to see her again. How you guys doin'?" ...and so it went. I met Uncle Morris at the elevator, and he told me about Uncle Hal's predicament. Getting off the elevator, I literally ran into my niece Debbie. But that wasn't so bad, because she was also dressed for the pool, and perhaps also intended to snare a man or two. I should mention here that even though she's my niece, Debbie's actually two years older than me. Debbie has jet-black hair, is about six inches shorter than me, and has, probably, the best body of any woman in the whole clan--toned, with medium-to-large sized breasts and an ass that was tight as a drum but could still jiggle at the right times when needed... "Whoa, there, girl, not so fast! Don't even say hi to the man who saved your life?," referring to a pretty scary incident fifteen years or so ago when I literally pulled her out of a burning car and gave her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. "Jackie!!!" She squealed as she leaped into my arms, wrapping her legs around me in the process. Uncle Morris rolled his eyes as the elevator doors closed and he went up to his floor. She gave me a big kiss on the lips and ruffled my hair. "So when did you get to be such a hottie, Jack?" She was obviously referring to my better than average (for me, lately anyway) physique and the fact that I was wearing nothing but a bathing suit at the time. "About the same time you took up skinny dipping," referring to the fact that her suit was a very revealing, almost transparent yellow maillot, which I pointed out by touching her clearly-visible left nipple through said fabric. "Oh, this...it's new...you like?" She giggled, turned around, bent over to show off her ass, which was split thong-style by the suit, and then turned around again, smiling at me. "For some reason, I'm always so horny when I wear this." I looked down at her crotch, and not only saw the shadow of her smoothly-shaven lips, but the wet spot that testified to her horniness. It never ceased to amaze me, first how good she always looked (she was forty, but she didn't look a day over twenty-five), and second how she always had a smile on her face and a bounce in her step. I could stand to learn a thing or two from her, no doubt. I flashed back to the airplane and my escapade with Shari, and, despite the hundred lewd things I felt like saying to Debbie at that moment, I instead went with, "Check in's at ten, so don't spend your whole morning flirting or Nana'll never let you forget it." "Don't I know it! Well, I better hurry up, then! Bye Sweetie!" She blew me a kiss, and, as I began to walk down the hall towards my room, she reached back and squeezed my ass-cheek. "You really are a hottie these days, Jackie!," and with a more inviting look than I would have expected, she disappeared into the elevator. I made a quick mental note of the fact that she had a room on the same floor as mine... Well, needless to say, my nerves were at a peak, because it was now 8:30, which meant that it was 11:30 back home. I knew that Wendy's plane was due to arrive at 9:50, so she would have made it to the office some time ago. The package was supposed to have been delivered no later than 8:30 am, so Mr. Chalmers would have had over an hour and a half to look at the tapes and the anonymous letter I had included before she arrived at the office. I was dying to know something, so I called Donna in her office and asked her if anything had hit the fan yet. "Omigod, Jack, you should have seen Chalmers' face when Wendy walked in the door! He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into his office and slammed the door! They've been in there for over an hour and...wait a sec...(on hold for a few seconds)...Jack, I gotta go see Chalmers RIGHT NOW...I hope there's nothing I gotta worry a bout...please tell me everything's okay, Jack!" "It'll be all right, baby (did I just call her "baby"?). Just stay calm and try not to reveal anything. I'm sure it's gonna be fine." "Wendy just came out of his office. She looks sad and pissed off at the same time. She's got a box in her hand, like maybe Chalmers told her to clean out her office or something...shit, gotta go. I'll call you when I get out!" She hung up, and I thought, "It has begun..." and lay back on the bed for a few minutes, wondering what the hell might be going on now. I started pacing back and forth, and finally decided to do something constructive, so I shaved, took a quick shower and started to get dressed. One hour till Nana-time. I started to think about how Nana seemed to be the only one in the whole family who had opposed my marriage to Wendy in the first place, and that now it seems my rebellion against her opinion required an apology of some sort, without revealing too much of the current situation to her. What am I saying--she's probably reading my mind right now, for all I know... The ringing of my cell phone jarred me back to reality, and when I heard Donna's voice, I couldn't quite figure out what emotion she was trying to express to me. I had sincerely hoped that her part in all of this hadn't been discovered. I thought we had covered our tracks pretty well, but the "Jack, you are not gonna believe this..." was just enigmatic enough I had to shout "WHAT, Donna? What happened?" "Um...I'm the new VP of Marketing. Wendy has tendered her resignation as of this morning, as did some of her key staff members, and they will be seeking employment elsewhere." She sounded so business-like, I correctly ascertained that she was being cautious to not reveal too much to nearby ears, so I expressed my heartiest congratulations, and we made a tentative date to celebrate upon my return. "Thanks, so much, Jack. I don't know what to say." "You already said it, sweetie. By the way, I want you to be the first to get my new cell number. I'll be dropping the other one in a few days, after things settle down a bit..." I gave her the number, then she gave me a quick, "Sorry Jack gotta go," which I completely understood. She hung up, and I flopped back on the bed. Wow. So that's what this all comes to. I wonder how things'll shake out when the other shoe drops. I glanced at the clock-radio. Nine Forty-five. Time to go be a family member again. I straightened my tie, checked my teeth, and headed out the door. I met someone I didn't recognize at the elevator, but they must have been related, because they had on the family reunion badge. I realized I forgot mine and after spurting out a quick, "Nice to meet you, we're related!," rushed back to the room to get it. As I grabbed the badge off of the bedside table I noticed that my old cell phone had a light flashing on it. Message. Probably Wendy. Did I want to listen now? Not with Nana waiting.... ******** I rushed back to the elevator, and made it into the reserved ballroom just in time for the doors to close behind me. Nana was seated on a dais at the front of the hall, and as I exchanged whispers with the coordinator who informed me what table I was to be seated at, Nana shot me a wink and a smile, that seemed to tell me that everything was gonna be all right. How does she DO that, I wondered? I slipped between a few tables to a place not too far from the front, and flopped down in the chair with my name-card on it, and realized that both my mom Doris, and my sister Alex were positioned on either side of me. After a quick hug to each of them (had Alex always been so beautiful? maybe it was that blue sleeveless blouse and matching pants that accentuated just about every curve on her), I turned my attention to Nana. She gave an obligatory speech, not unlike what Bilbo delivered at the beginning of Lord of the Rings, thanked us all for coming, told us about several planned events (a couple of tours, a dinner-dance, a private pool party), and made a little cryptic comment at the end of the speech that indicated that she wanted very much to meet with several of us individually during the week. Then she told us all to enjoy the luncheon, get reacquainted with everyone, and to stay out of trouble. When she said this last, I wasn't sure if she was looking at Alex or myself, but, either way, you could say she knew us both a long, long time. When she finished her speech, the waiters came in and began to serve. Two attendants helped Nana down off the platform, and she walked slowly toward our table, where she sat down opposite me. "Wow, Nana, how'd we get the honor of sitting at YOUR table? It's so good to see you. I can't believe how great you look!" "Did you take my advice about that restaurant in Luxembourg, lad? I'm never wrong, you know..." "Did I? Well, not only did I do just that, I can safely say that it's my favorite restaurant in the world right now. In fact, it's funny that you mention that. When I was flying out here, I mentioned that very restaurant to my seat-mate on the plane and she mentioned that she knew and liked the place too. Small world, eh Nana?" There was an expression on her face that I couldn't decipher. Concern? Interest? Putting two and two together? A Plan being conceived? Not quite sure. Nonetheless, I wasn't prepared for her next comment. "So, Jackie, how's that wife of yours? What's her name, Wilma?" "Wendy, Nana...Wendy." Mom chimed in. "Yes, Jack, why isn't Wendy here?" Not wanting to reveal my hand too soon, I simply replied, "She had a big convention in Florida this week, Ma. She's been really busy, Vice President and all." As I said this I was looking at Nana, who seemed like she was trying to suck all the hidden meaning behind that comment out of my brain. But instead of addressing me, she looked at Alex. "Now, Alexandra, did you arrange with the hotel for the exhibit? I'm looking forward to seeing your latest work." Alex was a sculptor, and a damn good one if I do say so myself. Some of her work found its way into museums from Maine to Marrakesh, and into the lobbies of office buildings in Houston and Hong Kong. She had just recently sold one of her newer pieces for the tidy sum of a half million dollars, but before delivering the piece to the collector in Nova Scotia, she had brought it here along with a dozen or so other pieces to show the family, but mostly Nana, who had a pretty impressive collection herself and had been the inspiration for her getting into art in the first place. "Of Course, Nana. I even brought some of the old stuff. Jack will remember." She shot a look at me and instantly I knew which piece she was talking about. Sophomore year in college. I needed money. She was a senior, getting ready to graduate with her degree in Studio Art. I knew that she was a fixture in the Art department, and she knew I needed money, so she suggested that I apply for one of the modeling jobs that paid enough to keep my electricity on. Next thing you know I'm pegged for a series of nude modeling sessions with various classes. Only thing was, I didn't realize when I signed up for the series that the last class would be with Alex's Advanced Sculpture class. She was tops in that class, so I know that she wasn't there to be titillated or anything, but it was really weird for me. Not once in any of the other classes did I feel even the beginnings of an erection coming on at any point, mostly because I was scared that if I popped a boner that would not only end my money making venture in the art department, but might make it difficult to get any other jobs at the university as well. But for some reason, the fact that my sister was there, molding sandstone in the shape of my naked body, I kept imagining that she was not touching sandstone, but that she was running her hands over MY body. And she sure had a way with her materials. The sign of a good artist, I guess, is that they become one with their medium, but watching her hands, both with tools and without, moving over that block of sandstone, transforming it over the course of several days' work into an image of her nude brother...by the time the week was done and the sculpture had almost reached its final form, I was not just imagining her touch, I was almost craving it. The last two days I asked for a couple of extra breaks because I had to go into the restroom and jack off, or I would never have gotten through those sessions with my reputation intact. But, somehow, I made it. And as the end of the last session approached, she looked me straight in the eye and mouthed a silent "Thanks, Jackie" to me. I smiled weakly, finished the session and went back to my lonely apartment. But that night, after I had eaten yet another fast food dinner and written another boring essay for my English Comp class, there was a knock at the door. Alex was standing there in the cold hallway, still wearing the dirty, baggy Uni sweatshirt and navy tights she had been wearing in class that day, her hair a mess, a soft smile on her face. She had a bottle of white wine in one hand, and a rose in the other. "Hi, Jackie. How ya doin?," she asked as I waved her in from the cold and shut the door. "Pretty good, I guess. You know, you really are the best sculptor in that class. I was pretty proud of you this week." "Well, I was proud of you, too, you know. It's not everyone that can pose nude in front of a class full of people. Especially if one of those people is his sister. This is for you for being so brave." She handed me the rose, and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek, leaving her lips there long enough for me to feel warmth course from her lips into my face. She walked into my kitchen (she'd been there enough times she knew the place pretty well) and started rooting around in the drawers for a corkscrew. "Next to the phone in the little wicker basket" I said, and she found it immediately. As she uncorked the wine, I told her thanks for the rose and said, "You know, Alex, that was a lot harder than you can imagine. It's hard being naked in front of so many women and having to be able to control this guy," I said pointing to the front of my pants, which I suddenly noticed were starting to become a little tighter. I don't know if she noticed as well, but she said, "Well, you know, brother-o-mine, I have yet to have the pleasure of doing a sculpture of a man with an erection. Might be fun to try sometime...if you could fit me into your busy modeling schedule..." "Oh, very funny, Al. I'm surprised some of those students didn't end up with sculptures like that considering how many semis I had to fight off those last few days." As I said this last, she smiled slyly and uncorked the wine. Pouring us a couple of glasses (how in the heck did she find two clean ones in THAT kitchen?), she handed one to me and said, "Thank for helping the department out. I owe you." We clinked, we drank. It tasted good, and I kept looking at her hands, remembering the way they made me feel during the class. "Aw, heck, Al, you don't owe me nothin'. Remember, they PAID me for the humiliation." "Were you really humiliated? I thought you looked good up there. Really sexy, even." "NOW who's the bullshitter?" I said as I downed the remainder of my first glass and started to pour myself a new one and fill hers back to the brim. "No seriously. I was even talking do Mamie Sanders after the class on Wednesday, and she asked me for your phone number. I think she might want a private session with you sometime, too." Wow, I thought. Mamie Sanders. Second only to my sister as the most beautiful woman in that class (wait a second, did I just think "second only to my sister"? I need some serious therapy here). "No kidding? Well, wouldn't that be something...you DID give her my number, didn't you?" "Well, yeah, but only after she begged me. I wasn't going to at first," she said, but then looked like she regretted saying it. "What you mean you weren't going to at first? Why?" She stood silent a long time, took a couple of swigs of her wine, then moved over to the couch, grabbing the bottle on the way and pouring the remainder into her glass as she sat down. "Well, I guess I was being a little protective of my little brother, that's all. Mamie has, well...something of a reputation." Was that it, I thought? Part of me wanted her to admit that she was jealous, the other part of me wanted her to butt out and let me date whoever I want. My reaction, though, was not really what I had wanted deep in my heart to say, but once it was out, it was too late: "So that's it. You don't think I'm grown up enough to protect myself and my reputation. Do you REALLY think you have to do that? For goodness' sake, Sis, why don't I just tattoo 'Property of Alex' on my dick, and let you handle my love life? Huh? I'm fucking twenty one, dammit, I can handle myself!" Then, I'm not exactly sure why I did it, maybe the wine, maybe my indignation, but I unbuckled my belt in a big ol' huff, slid my pants and underwear down to the floor, grabbed her free hand and held it tightly around my dick and started moving it up and down, forcing her to jack me off. "There you go, Sister. Is that what you want?," I said with the bitterest tone in my voice I'd ever heard myself use. "Well, there you go. It's all yours. You're in charge now. Do whatever you want with it. I trust you completely. Just remember, this one ain't made of clay or sandstone, so if you screw it up, you can't start over again." Just when I began to wonder whether that was the smartest thing I could have done, two things happened. One, I started to get a hard-on--VERY rapidly, I might add--and two, Alex started to cry. She felt my quickly-growing cock and started, pulled her hand away and ran into my bedroom, closing and locking the door behind her. I heard her say, "Almost, you asshole! I ALMOST didn't give her the fucking number. Can I help it if I love my fucking shit of a little brother enough to want him to end up with a nice girl?" She said a few other things that got lost in a trail of sobs... Mister Jack Miller Ch. 03 By way of introduction, let me say that if you haven't read the first chapter of this story, then much of the next few pages will mean very little to you. So I suggest you go back and read "Mister Jack Miller: Chapters 1 and 2" to get the background on this tale. That having been said, please...read on... As I stepped into the elevator, I met Debbie, who had spent the afternoon playing miniature golf with a few of her male cousins. She was dressed in a yellow tank top, under which she sported a lacy black bra which the tank top had no success whatsoever in hiding. She also sported a white mini-skirt and yellow deck shoes. "Well, look who's got himself a girlfriend!" she giggled as I stepped onto the elevator. "What the heck are you talking about?" I asked, wondering if I was THAT transparent. "Duh," she said as she grabbed my face and turned me so I could see myself in the mirror-wall of the elevator. Then I saw it. The lip-print on my cheek that Shari had given me a few minutes previous was right there for all the world to see. "Oh, yeah, that. So what of it?" "Nothing, Jackie. Just observing. I'm allowed to do that, you know." "Well, for a second there, you sounded a bit jealous." "So? What if I am? After all, I AM the first girl who ever kissed you, you know. I need to know if I've got competition." I harked back to that lazy summer afternoon. I was eleven, Debbie was almost thirteen. She was visiting for the summer, and we had discovered the treehouse in the big oak behind the barn. It was normal kid-stuff. The first one was silly and clumsy, but we practiced all summer, and ended up getting pretty good at it, mimicking all the adults we had ever seen French kissing. A few days before the end of summer we transitioned into the time-honored "you show me yours, I'll show you mine" game, learning that mine was the first penis she had ever seen, and hers was the first vagina I'd ever seen...and while nothing more had ever happened between us, we had always kept that secret between us. And then, during the following summer, even though we were separated by over two thousand miles, she became the inspiration for my very first wet dream. But that much I never told her, though I had thought about telling her more than once, even now... "Debbie, sweetheart," I said, stepping off the elevator with her and taking both her hands in mine, "You've got no competition, don't you worry about that. You are one of a kind, girl, my first and my best." I said it deliberately vague as to whether I was serious or not, and she leaned in toward my face, pretending she was going to kiss me, but instead reached up with a Kleenex and wiped the lip-print off my face. "There. That's better. You had better save me a date this week, Jackie. You still owe me about a half dozen orders of fries, you know, and I intend to collect one of these days." I recalled the chug-a-lug bets we had, first as teenagers with cokes and juice, and later in our early twenties with beers at the community college pub. "Maybe we can go double or nothin'. I've been practicing." "Fine, but we'll do it AT the restaurant THIS time, so WHEN you lose, you can buy me at LEAST one of those orders of fries RIGHT AWAY." "Sounds fair to me. How about tomorrow for lunch? The only thing planned for tomorrow during the day is the trip to the amusement park...that is, unless you want to spend the whole day with those cousins of yours following you around with hard-ons all day..." She giggled again. "Man, you should have seen them today. Especially when I bent over to putt and they saw these." She lifted up the mini skirt and revealed her panties: traditional white cotton panties with yellow and black smiley faces on them. It was very easy to imagine the reaction of those boys when they got an eyeful of those panties, but at the same time, it was pretty easy to see the shape of her shaved pussy lips behind the fabric. In fact, the way the panties fit between her lips, it looked like one of the smiley faces was puckering up for a nice sweet cunt-kiss. I was brought back to my senses when she dropped her skirt back down and said, "Maybe I'd better wear baggy jeans and a sweatshirt tomorrow afternoon when WE go out, Jack." she winked, letting me know that that would probably not happen, then she kissed me on the cheek and said, "See you tomorrow, hot-stuff." Despite the fact that I had had one (or two?) of the most spectacular orgasms in my life less than an hour ago, I still had to adjust my growing woody in my pants as I watched her head down the opposite hallway to her room, shaking her ass and casting me backward glances until she flipped her skirt up for me one last time before disappearing around a corner. Hmmm, I thought, she's definitely one of a kind... ******** I actually had the presence of mind to open the door as quietly as possible, remembering that Alex had said that she was planning on taking a nap after her shower. What I didn't expect was what I saw when I stepped into our room. There she was, laying not on her bed, but on mine, wearing the shirt that I had worn on the plane yesterday. She was on her side with one leg stretched out underneath her, and the other curled up toward her chest, so that as I cast my eyes down her frame, her naked pussy seemed to wink at me, because it was somewhat moist. I then noticed that her hand was underneath her pussy, as if she had been touching herself before she drifted off to sleep...but the most startling thing I noticed was that in addition to wearing my shirt from yesterday, she also held in her fist the underwear I wore on the plane as well, and her hand was close enough to her face that it was not entirely unlikely that she had been sniffing my pre-come soaked underwear at some point. Rather than waking her directly and possibly causing her some embarrassment, I instead opted to slip into the shower and wash up a bit myself. As I washed my cock, I took a moment to relive the glorious afternoon spent in Shari's room, but at a few points during that daydream images of Donna, Debbie, and, surprisingly, Alex, inserted themselves into the drama. I wondered what Donna was doing today, probably settling into her new role as VP of Marketing. I replayed that awkward moment from that night we hooked up the cameras in my house, but in reliving it the scene changed to a wild, athletic sexual romp. I pictured Debbie bounding into her room, stripping off all her clothes and masturbating over how hot and bothered she had made those young teen boys this afternoon. And I wondered if there was anything behind Alex's wearing of my shirt, and her strange positioning on my bed. But mostly I thought of Shari, how beautiful and caring and sexy and wild and wonderful she was all at the same time. Suddenly realizing I'd spent the last ten minutes washing my cock and daydreaming, I quickly washed my hair and was shaving my face when I heard the bathroom door open. "Jack? Is that you?" "No, it's me Uncle Hal," I said in a deliberately bad impression of Hal. "EEEEEEEEK!" She screamed in a cartoon voice and then started to laugh. "You goofball," she said as she walked over and sat down on the toilet. I stood there, facing the toilet and finishing up my shave. I watched through the semi-transparent plastic curtain as Alex bent over, still sitting on the toilet, and picked something up off the floorn. It was then I realized two things. One was that what she had picked up was the underwear I had been wearing this afternoon, and that they had Shari's and my mixed bodily fluids soaked into them, and Two, that I still had a boner from my recent daydream and that Alex could no doubt see me as clearly as I could see her. But for some reason, I didn't turn away, but watched instead as she brought the briefs up to her nose and breathed in deeply, then tossed them back onto the ground where they were, saying, "So how was your afternoon, Jackie?" She wiped and stood up, but had the presence of mind and the courtesy not to flush so that I wouldn't experience a scalding blast of water. "Um, it was nice, Al. I watched a movie." "A movie, huh? Musta been a really good one." there was a pregnant pause that could have been filled with any number of stupid comments by either one of us. I knew that I was going to tell her everything eventually, but for some reason, maybe it was the newness of all the stuff that had happened to me lately, or maybe it was the strange position I found her in when I came in the room, I was a little reluctant to start talking to her quite yet about it all. "Oh, believe me, it was. I'll tell you all about it in a little while. Which reminds me, where you wanna go to dinner tonight?" "You know, bro, I'm still a little beat. Not quite ready to go anywhere yet. What do you say we just order in? We could call down to room service for a pizza. They're showing back to back episodes of The Sopranos on HBO tonight, and there's at least one of those I haven't seen yet. Then maybe if we're feeling up to it later on, we could go down and take a dip in the Jacuzzi or something. I'm just so tired...plus it'll give us a chance to catch up on everything." "Sure, Al, whatever you want. I could use a quiet night myself." I said as I finished my shave and stuck my face into the shower stream to rinse off, then let the water beat on my back for a few moments, hoping that my erection would subside somewhat so I could step out of the shower with minimal embarrassment. Which it did, not completely, but enough to where I wouldn't be completely mortified if she happened to see it (but then, considering the transparency of this shower curtain, she probably already had seen it)... I turned off the water and reached out to grab a towel, and realized that Alex must have used both towels, one for her hair. "Hey, Al, could you bring me a towel? I'm drippin' here..." She came in quicker than I had expected, and whipped the curtain aside, handing me the drier of the two towels she'd used. She was still wearing my shirt, which was completely unbuttoned. My cock was down to about half-mast by then, and she glanced down at it, then back up at my face at the same time I glanced down at her rather hairy pussy peeking out from between my shirt-tails, and then back up at her face. She tossed the towel at me, saying, "Hurry, up now, Jack. I've got a feeling we have a lot to discuss tonight. I'll order the pizza and you can make yourself a little more presentable...IF you need to, that is..." She turned around and walked out of the bathroom. The shirt wafted up a little as she walked, giving me a nice view of her somewhat large but nonetheless attractive ass as she walked away. I dried off as best I could and wrapped the towel loosely around my waist and walked out into the bedroom. Alex was just hanging up the phone. "I hope you like Sam Adams, because it was either that or Bud Light, and if I remember correctly, you hate light beer." "Right as usual, sister dear," I said as I reached into my suitcase and pulled out my flannel pajama pants. My hard-on had started to rise again as a result of the recent exchange with Alex, so I pulled them up a little quicker than I normally would have. I didn't bother putting a shirt on, figuring I was respectable enough for an evening in with my big sister. I noticed as I pulled the pants out of the suitcase that Alex had buttoned up most of the buttons on the shirt, and had managed to stuff the briefs she was clutching while she slept into the side pocket of my luggage. "So you don't have any shirts of your own then? Gotta steal your brother's dirty laundry?" "Come on, bro, this is a great shirt, you gotta admit it. Besides, I always wore--I mean wear Brian's shirts when I'm at home." I caught the misstep in her speech and the uncomfortable look in her eye as she caught herself, but decided to let it pass...for now. She did, however, think to fasten most of the buttons of the shirt, and put on a pair of light blue panties so that her pussy was now properly hidden from my eyes, and the only view I had of her breasts was a taste of cleavage and the subtle pink nipple-points pressing against the thin fabric of the tailored Italian shirt. She had pulled the comforter on her bed back and had taken all the pillows from both beds and propped them up against the headboard of her bed. She sat back against them, legs stretched out, feet crossed, and stretched her arms up over her head, yawning loudly. This served to pull the shirt up so I could see her panties, and the texture created by her soft forest of pubes. She grabbed the remote, clicked on the TV and found HBO, then turned it down so low I had to strain to hear anything. As she was returning the remote to the bedside table, she noticed where my eyes were focussed and pulled the tails back over her crotch and said, "Now, be good, brother! Why don't you come over here and tell me all about what happened between you and Wendy..." So, I did. I opened up to her completely. I told her every last little detail, from the day I found out at the picnic to the videotaping to my growing feelings for Donna. When I got to the part about the divorce and how she had signed the papers without a fuss, Alex pumped her fist and shouted "Yess!" That's when the knock came on the door, and the serving girl, a thin, graceful African-American woman with very high cheekbones and large breasts, who looked to be in her early twenties, came in with the pizza and a tray of six Sam Adams, all opened. She wore the standard hotel outfit--white blouse, dark green skirt and matching jacket, black hose, and low-heeled black pumps. She noticed my look of wonder that all the beers were already opened and read my mind: "Sorry, sir, that's how we're supposed to do it. We're supposed to say 'We're not a liquor store,' but I always thought that to be a little rude." I guess that meant that we'd be finishing those beers tonight whether we wanted to or not. I tried to figure out if the look that the serving girl was giving to Alex while I signed the tab was one of jealousy or familiarity, but it didn't really matter as I handed her the receipt, adding a nice tip. She was looking at me the whole time I wrote and signed, and when I looked up, I made eye contact with her for a split second before she turned away. There was a little spark there, I thought, but maybe I'm just so hungry that the person delivering food looked extra good to me, so I smiled back at her, and said good night. Alex, of course had the pizza order perfect. Pepperoni on the whole thing, tomatoes and mushrooms on my half, pineapple on hers. We did our usual "Fruit doesn't belong on pizza/Tomatoes are a fruit" mock-argument before stopping long enough to indulge in a few slices and down the first of our beers while we watched the Sopranos episode that she hadn't seen before. During the show, I took the liberty of sliding up next to her on the bed, mostly to have something to lean back on while I ate, and to see the television better. It did, however, serve to put our legs in close contact with one another, and there were a few moments when she rubbed her leg against mine that for whatever reason reminded me of that night after I modeled for her class. When the episode was over and we were halfway through our second beers, she turned the sound back down. "I've already seen this one, so we can go back to the story." So I continued, picking up from the time I had boarded the plane. I hadn't intended to be very explicit when I described my first encounter with Shari (whose name I didn't reveal to Alex yet, and she didn't ask because I think she realized I was saving the name for later on in the story), but she prodded me for details, so I described everything in as much detail as I could. The kisses, the breast-play, the ice cube, and the way I masturbated her to orgasm during the movie. It was clearly obvious that Alex was becoming turned on by the whole account, because her nipples were poking visibly against my shirt, and despite the strong aroma of oregano and beer, I could smell her arousal as it grew. Of course, I couldn't even think, let alone talk, about the whole thing without becoming aroused myself, so before I knew it I too was tenting my pajamas with a huge, twitching erection. "Oh, Jackie, that sounds so cool and sexy and romantic, I wish I was...I mean, I wish something like would happen to me on a plane someday." As she said this, she lay back against the pillow for a second and started to bring her knees up like she wanted to touch herself or something, then slid them back down again somewhat self-consciously. "So, go on, what happened after that?" she said as she rested her hand on my thigh, not really in a sexual way, but just as a way to encourage me to continue. So I went on, telling her about how I found out that Shari was Darren's widow (she gasped, then got a look on her face like a bridesmaid gets when she's truly happy for the bride), and concluded with an account of our afternoon together in her hotel room. I didn't want to give too much detail about what happened then, so, in addition to only talking about that in very general terms, I avoided looking at Alex when I talked about it. but I must have given her enough detail to spark her imagination, because when I looked back at her, she was leaning back again, and this time she had left her knees up and her hand (the one that wasn't clutching my thigh more tightly now) was resting on her pussy, though it was not moving at the time I looked at it (whether that was only because I had looked right at that moment, I wasn't sure, but the aroma of her arousal was much stronger in the air about us now). I finally told her that I was trying to sort out the internal conflict I was having between my growing feelings for Donna and the sudden intensity of my feelings for Shari. She turned her head to me and said, "Oh, Jackie, what an emotional rollercoaster. I'm so sad for you, but I'm so happy." and I knew that she genuinely was, because her eyes were wet with tears and she had the biggest smile I had ever seen on her face. "I love you so, so much. Come here." and she took her hands away from her crotch and my thigh and opened them up to give me a hug, and I pulled her up into an embrace, our heads on each others' shoulders, and once again, I remembered that night when we hugged...but I also felt that there was something that she needed to get off her chest, too, so to speak. So, after we had spent our emotion (for the moment, anyway) I let her lay back on the pillow, cracked the last two beers open, handed her one, and brought the now-empty pizza box over onto the dresser, sidled up against her once more and said, "So, Allie (I hadn't called her Allie since grade school), talk to me. I know there's something up with you and Brian, too. Give over." We both took healthy swigs of our beers as she began to tell me about how their marriage had just kind of hit the doldrums about two years ago, and she had done everything she could to spice it back up again. She tried booking vacations, sexy outfits, kidnapping him from work and taking him to a motel, any and everything she could think of. Finally he had broken, and one day after she had tried to get him drunk and come onto him wearing the sexiest lingerie Victoria's Secret had to offer, he confessed that he had fallen in love with someone else. And not another woman, either, but a man. "I was devastated. I thought it was all my fault, like there was something so horribly wrong with me that would turn a man I had been married to for over ten years gay." She told of her failed attempts to "turn him back right again," using various methods, first inviting another man into their bed, but Brian had still paid very little attention to her. Then she told how she had experienced, though unplanned, a lesbian affair with someone we both knew, which she admitted that she had liked, but she still preferred men and the experience did little to help her understand where Brian was coming from. Of course, when I pressed her to find out who, she hemmed and hawed until I gave up on the subject, nevertheless resolved to visit it again someday (why would she tell me we both knew this woman if she did not intend to tell me SOME day?). Finally, she spoke of her ultimate acceptance of him as he was. Mister Jack Miller Ch. 04 By way of introduction, let me say that if you haven't read the first chapters of this story, then much of the next few pages will mean very little to you. So I suggest you go back and read "Mister Jack Miller: Chapters 1, 2 and 3" to get the background on this tale...That having been said, please...read on... ****** Knock Knock. "Room Service." I rolled over in bed, squinted when the morning sun coming through the open window blinded me, and propped myself halfway up on my elbows. Knock knock again. "Beg your pardon, Room Service." Suddenly I came to my senses and realized that though I had been dreaming about Donna, I was still in the hotel room, and that someone was knocking on the door. I felt, then looked next to me on the bed and realized that Alex was gone, but she had left a note on the pillow along with my shirt. "Um, Just a minute," I shouted, "Be right there," as I picked up the note and stood up, looking around to find the pajama pants that Alex had thrown across the room. As I walked to the door, I read the brief note, which was handwritten on hotel stationery: JACKIE-- GONE TO BREAKFAST WITH NANA. FIXED YOUR SHIRT BUTTONS. HOPE TO SEE YOU LATER. YOU'RE SO CUTE WHEN YOU SLEEP. LOVE, ALEX I was forced to hark back to that passionate moment when she had whipped off my pajama bottoms, and I had ripped the shirt, buttons and all, off of her last night. I smiled as I pulled the flannel pants, which I'd found right next to the door, up over my morning stiffy, and opened the door a crack. It was the same thin African girl from last night, looking a little tired but nonetheless smiled brightly when I opened the door. "Room service, Sir, breakfast is served." "Um," I said as I opened the door all the way and motioned for her to come into the room, "I didn't order any breakfast." "Perhaps not sir, but this one is either complimentary or someone else paid for it, but It's definitely for you. You ARE Jack Miller, are you not? Perhaps this will explain it." She pointed out a sealed envelope that had been slipped under the plate of eggs and bacon. I peeked quickly at it. There was a rose in the corner of the envelope, and written on the front was the word "Jack" in handwriting I didn't recognize." The serving girl gave a coquettish little smile at the thought that some approving woman had probably sent the breakfast to me that morning. But, rather than open it in front of her, I simply laid the plate back on top of it, and said, "Thank you. You can set it right over..." I looked around for a place that wasn't cluttered with something, but I couldn't find any. I quickly pulled the comforter over the bottom half of the bed, and smoothed it a little, making a more-or-less flat surface for her to set the tray on. "Here, just put it here." I stood back up off the bed just as she reached to set the tray down, and my bulge brushed against the side of her arm. I thought I heard a sigh from her at that point, but I tried not to put myself in a position that would be uncomfortable for her, so I moved away quickly and started to search for my pants, as I was sure I had a few singles in the pocket with which I could tip her. "Hang on a second, wouldja?" I caught her, out of the corner of my eye, checking out the scene in the room. Thankfully, Alex and I were both in the habit, being frequent travellers, of not really using the drawers much, but instead, "living out of our suitcases," as it were, and she had pretty much stowed every feminine article that might have been viewed by anyone entering the room back into her bag. She sat, rather gracefully, I thought, on the edge of the bed, waiting patiently for whatever I was intending to give her. After a few minutes, however, I had found the pants, but having rifled through them, found only a twenty dollar bill, I held it in my hands and debated whether or not I should give her such a large tip. She noticed my dilemma, and stood up, smoothing her skirt down over her thighs and said, "Really, sir, it's not necessary. The breakfast has been paid for, AND tipped." Nevertheless I walked back over to her, my woody still proudly tenting my pajamas, and held the twenty out to her. She held her head down and said, "It's too much, sir, I couldn't take it." I knew at this point I was not going to let this girl leave without giving her the twenty, so I tried a different tack. Glancing quickly at her nametag, I said, "Look, Janelle, I tell you what. I don't know what crazy shifts you work that has you bringing both dinner AND breakfast to the rooms here, but I like your manner, and anyone who can carry a tray of a large pizza and six open bottles of beer up ten floors and get them to my room without spilling a drop deserves something special." As she replied, "Well, that was just chance. I normally work nights, but I took a double shift today to cover for a friend of mine, " I took the rose from the vase that was on the breakfast tray, wrapped the twenty around a part of the stem that had three thorns, and held it out to her. "Well, the way I see it, you're the most efficient staff person I've met here so far this week. Certainly better than those event planners, that's for sure. For goodness sake, they ended up putting my sister and myself in the same room just because my sister goes by what most people consider to be a guy's name." She smiled demurely, registering positively the information that it was my sister and not my lover (!!) who was in the room with me the previous night, took the rose from me, smelled the bud, and, without lifting her head, turned her eyes, up to me and said, "Thanks, Jack....I mean, Mr. Miller. I hope I get a chance to bring you at least one more meal before you check out. Which is...?" "Jack is fine, and I'm staying here two more nights. When are you working the next three days?" "Um," she looked up at the ceiling as if visualizing her schedule in her mind, "I've got tonight off, but I'm workin' three to eleven tomorrow night...and next night I'm on flex, so I just wait for them to call me and tell me when to come in." "Well, my dear, you can definitely plan on getting at least one more order from me before I leave town. Oh, and, that reminds me, what are you doing tonight? The reunion has a dinner-dance planned, and you could be my guest if you like." "Sorry, sir, I mean Jack, but we're not allowed to attend private party events here. That's the rules. But, I could look and see if they need any more servers for the party. There's always someone who cancels or calls in sick at the last minute. I'll put myself on the call list for that. And since the Reunion people are paying the bills, the hotel wouldn't have to pay me overtime. I'll see what I can do..." She actually looked pretty hopeful about it. "Well, if it were up to me, Janelle, you'd be running this hotel, but I'll settle for a chance or two to be served by you again." "Why, thank you kindly, s--Mister M--Jack," she said, smiling broadly and giving me a little cartoon curtsey. "I'll be looking forward to it." She started to move toward the door, sniffing the rose, and turned around just as I was adjusting my hard-on (why do I always have that kind of timing with girls?). Her gaze shot down to my crotch and then back up again to my eyes, and with a half-embarrassed smile but with a vague sense of purpose in her voice, she said, "and if there's ANYthing you need between now and three-thirty this afternoon, just press the 'Room Service' button on your phone." "You got it," I said as if that helped to lodge it into my memory forever. I walked toward the door, and opened it for her. You would have thought we were already lovers or something considering how long this dismissal of this "employee" was taking, but I was loving every last second of it, and I'm pretty sure she was too. "You take care now, sir, I mean Jack. See you later." I watched her walk back down the hall toward the elevator. I'm not sure if the sway in her ass that I witnessed was natural, or was solely for my benefit, but I nevertheless was glad I could be on the receiving end of such a performance. Just before I slipped back into the room, I noticed her looking back in my direction and giving me another smile, this time accompanied by a finger-wave as she stepped into the service elevator. "Hmm," I thought out loud, "I'm having a pretty good week so far. To think what a disaster I had been preparing myself for..." I walked back to the bed, clutching my boner through my pajama pants. I dug into my luggage and brought out a pair of boxer-briefs, a pair of docker shorts, a white polo shirt and reached under the bed for my Brikenstocks, then decided to have a shower before getting dressed. Then I sat down next to the tray. I poured myself a cup of hot coffee and took a sip as I slipped the note out from under the plate. Just as I broke the seal, the room phone rang. It was Debbie. "You haven't forgotten about our lunch date today, have you Jack? I found a nice little burger place around the corner...and they have a FIFTY ounce soft drink. I sense a chugging contest coming on, Jackie-boy!" "You're on, Debs. but I'm warning you. I think I'm finally gonna take you down this time." I pinched my gut. "Lots of room in this belly these days." "Well, if you're trying to say you're getting fat, stop lying to yourself. When I told you yesterday you were getting to be a hottie, I wasn't kidding. Anyhow, pick me up in my room at 11:30 and we'll walk over there together." "Sounds great. Can't wait. See you then..." I hung up the phone, and in a split second it rang again. It was my automatic wake up call. In my flirtatious efforts with Janelle, I had forgotten to cancel it. Oh, well, no harm no foul. I hung up the phone yet again, and took a bite of the eggs and started to chaw on one of the pieces of bacon as I pulled the note out of the envelope. But, true to form, before I could open it, my cell phone rang. I looked at the number, but it was one I didn't recognize. "Well, Good Morning, Jack. Did you sleep well?" It was Donna. "Donna! Man oh man, that was SOME message you left me last night. What's the big idea buyin' all that stuff and decorating and cleaning my apartment? Where in the heck did you get the time to do it? I thought you were busy at work all day. And where are you calling from?" "Oh, I forgot to tell you. I had all the utilities turned on for you. This is your new home phone number. And, Jack, to tell you the truth, the thing with this apartment actually started about an hour and a half after you left town. I got a sorority sister friend who's an interior decorator. I told her what I wanted to do for you, and she was all over it. She ordered all the furniture, except the bedroom stuff, I picked that out myself, and she arranged for the movers and the cleaning crew and everything. All I had to do was open the door, use your shower to make sure your hot water was running properly, and change into that cute little outfit you saw me wearing and start that tape rolling. You like?" "...Donna..." I started to say something, but realized that it was pointless to argue with her and say she didn't need to do all that. Just as Janelle had finally realized it was useless to refuse the twenty a few moments ago. So I changed what I was going to say to, "You are amazing. Remind me to tell you that when I see you in person." "Trust me, Jack Miller. You'll have plenty of time to show your gratitude when you get back. I'll make sure of it. But you have GOT to feel these sheets. I feel like I'm tucked right back in the womb. I slept like a baby last night. There was only one thing that could have made it better, you know." "I THINK I know what you are referring to, dearest Donna. And let me tell YOU something. The first thing I'm going to do when I arrive back in town is find out where you are and take you out on the town. It's the least I can do..." "But, Jack, this is a gift. I don't expect anything in return, you know that. But if you like, I'd be happy to let you cook me dinner here when you get back. Don't know if you noticed on the tape, but both the refrigerator AND the wine rack are fully stocked." I hadn't but took her word. "By the way, Don, heard anything from Wendy?" She got quiet for a minute, but then spoke up. "She called me yesterday. Apparently there were a few things she'd left in her office that she didn't want Chalmers or anyone to find if they searched, and she wanted me to throw them away. She was very conspiratorial about it, but I could tell in a heartbeat that she didn't suspect me one bit in all of this. And I actually felt the need to put on rubber gloves when I found some of the stuff she was talking about. Didn't want to catch any STD's, if you know what I mean..." "Damn. Damn....But that's really good to know that she doesn't suspect. That's really good to know. I would hate myself if that vindictive little..." "Now, now, Jack. Let's not stoop to that level, okay? Why don't we think about the future? Like when you come home and join me in this big empty bed..." "So are you still...I mean..." "Naked? Of course I am. the last thing anyone would need is clothes when they're between these sheets. And can I let you in on a little secret? When I slide the fabric over my breasts, it makes my whole body tingle all over. I've never felt anything like it in all my life....Oh, Jack, baby...please come home soon." "I will, Donna, I promise. Now you go on and get to work. Aren't you like, hours late by now?" "Naw, I took the day off today. Chalmers completely understood. Figured I'd do some shopping for a more 'Vice-Presidential' wardrobe." Damn, I thought. I'd had the roses delivered to her office. No wonder she hadn't mentioned them yet. Oh, well, at least she'll see 'em tomorrow. "Sounds like fun. Wish I could join you..." "You liar, Jack. No man would spend six hours in a mall with me if he could help it." "Well, I dunno. I guess it would depend if there were a 'Victoria's Secret' in that mall..." "Well, as a matter of fact there is. I'll make it my first stop. but, you know, that means I have to get dressed now. Oh well, it'll just make me hunger that much more to get back here again." "So, you ever plan on sleeping in your own place again?" "Aw, come on, Jack? Can't a girl have a LITTLE fun? See you in a couple of days, Tiger. I'll call you if anything new comes up." "Thanks, Don. Can't wait to see you again. Have a good time at the mall. Bye." And then I hung up, but I couldn't be sure if the sound I had heard just before hanging up was the sound of Donna kissing the phone or not. And yet, despite my renewed desire for Donna, the drama being played out in my life right at that moment right here in THIS town was enough to fill a hundred video tapes, and then some. The breakfast had gotten a little tepid by now, so I wolfed it down as quickly as I could, and finally had a moment without being interrupted by the telephone, so as I ate, I opened the note. As I had suspected, it was from Shari: GOOD MORNING, JACK! I HOPE YOU SLEPT WELL. HAD A WONDERFUL TIME YESTERDAY. HOPE WE CAN HAVE SOME TIME ALONE TODAY TOO. GOT A LUNCH DATE WITH NANA, MAYBE WE CAN HOOK UP AFTER. OTHER WISE I'LL SEE YOU AT THE DINNER DANCE. MISS YOU, SHARI She had dotted her "I" with a heart, but it looked clumsy enough that I got the feeling she didn't do that very often. it made me feel special. This time, I picked up the phone, and was going to call Shari, but I knew if she was there, I'd want to talk to her for a long time, and looking at the clock, I realized I had about a half hour to get cleaned up and dressed for my morning meeting with Nana, so I downed the remainder of the coffee, and took the glass of orange juice into the bathroom with me as I turned on the water, and stepped into the shower, savoring the heat, the steam, the relaxation... *********** Needless to say, I made it to Nana's suite just in time to see Alex leaving. She was wearing a light white sun dress with blue flowers on it, and white high-heeled sandals. It looked like she had a blue bikini on underneath. She had the biggest smile on her face I'd ever seen, and her eyes were wet with tears. She was carrying a large parchment envelope under her arm. "Hey, there, brother," she took my hands in hers and kissed me on the cheek softly. I noticed Nana watching us rather intently. "Sleep well? I did. Anyhow, gonna go hit the pool for awhile. If you're not busy later, come on down and we'll have a soak." "Just might do that, Al, though I got a lunch date with Debbie. See ya later," I said and watched her walk out, closing the door behind her. There was an awkward silence as I slowly turned round. "Well, Jacob. I think it's time you and I had a little...talk." The look on her face was not overly serious, but neither was it happy. Just very matter-of-fact... "Sure, Nana. I was hoping we could get some time alone. Things have really been crazy in my life lately. By the way, Happy birthday." I reached over the table and handed her a wrapped package that contained a brooch I had found in an antique shop a few months ago, and knew would be perfect for Nana's birthday present. She smiled and placed the package aside without looking at it again. "Thank you, Jackie. You always remember. And I've heard about the craziness--well, some of it anyway. Apparently, your Wendy has been calling some of the family, trying to get them to believe some pretty terrible things about you." "Not MY Wendy anymore, Nana. Oh, Nana, I should have listened to you from the very beginning. When you said you had a bad feeling about her, I wouldn't--I COULDN'T listen. I was blinded by my own selfishness. But you were right, Nana, you were so very right." "Well, then, boy, tell me about it. I want to hear everything." So, just like I had with Karen the previous night, I opened up. I knew I would. All it took was that look in Nana's eyes, that look that said she already knew everything, and I knew it was okay to spill my guts. Not that she really knew too many of the facts, and she definitely didn't know the details, but she knew the important things, like what I was feeling deep down inside, and how much I had been hurting, and, most especially, how ready I was to move on. And then, even though it hadn't been in my original plan, something about the way she led me along the trail with her questions and her looks and the atmosphere of comfort she knew I had when I was with her, I told her about Shari, too. Not everything, mind you, but the important stuff. I didn't dare mention what had gone on with Alex, but somehow, either because Alex had already told her (she had the same persuasive bent with Alex), or that all she had to do was look at us as we greeted in the doorway, and she knew. She talked then, and told me about how wonderful she felt these days, even though her body was telling her it was almost time to give up the game. How she was so frustrated with most of the family, who had been posturing for most of the previous twenty years to get a piece of her admittedly enormous fortune. How none of them knew or suspected that each one of them, from the oldest living child to the youngest great-great-grandchild had had a trust fund created for them on the day of their birth, which said trust fund being automatically deposited into every single month of their lives--in short, every one of her greedy, undeserving relatives would find themselves stinking rich when she died. But her main assets, the stocks, the properties, the savings, she had decided to give away now, this week. Before they became an issue at the reading of her will. And that was why she had arranged for the reunion, and that was also why she had called me in this morning. She opened a letter-box next to her on the table at which we sat. In it there were about seven or eight large parchment envelopes, each like the one I had seen Alex leave the room with a few minutes earlier. She took one out with my name written in very fancy script on the front, and slid it across the table to me. "I've been slowly transferring all of it into your name over the last several years. I didn't want you to have to mess with any annoying inheritance taxes." Mister Jack Miller Ch. 05 By way of introduction, let me say that if you haven't read the first chapters of this story, then much of the next few pages will mean very little to you. So I suggest you go back and read "Mister Jack Miller: Chapters 1 thru 4" to get the background on this tale. That having been said, please...read on... ****** As I walked into the room, I noticed yet another note from Alex on the bed, which had since been made up by the maids: JACKIE-- HOPE YOU HAD A NICE VISIT WITH NANA. GONE TO LUNCH/SHOPPING/BEAUTY PARLOR WITH MOM. PROBABLY WON'T SEE YOU TILL TONIGHT. MISS YOU KISS YOU --ALEX I smiled at the "written kiss", and folded the note up and slipped it into my suitcase. Then I whipped my polo shirt off, kicked off the Birkenstocks and headed into the bathroom for a shower. I had left my cell phone on the bathroom sink counter. There was a text message from Donna: JACK: HAD A GREAT DAY SHOPPING - GOT SOME NICE THINGS AT VICTORIA'S SECRET - LOOKIN LIKE A VP OF MARKETING NOW - BACK AT YOUR PLACE AGAIN - MISS YOU - XOXOXO, DONNA I laughed out loud at the similarity of the text signatures of Donna and Alex, and vowed once more that I would give Donna as many kisses as she could handle once I got back home. I stripped off my shirt, shaved quickly, and was about to step into the shower when I looked at the clock-radio by the bed. It said 3:20. I remembered that Janelle had said that she was off at three thirty, and that if I needed anything I should call her. Wanting to see her again, and also wanting to find out if she had managed to swing a shift at the Dinner Dance tonight, I wiped the remaining shaving cream off my face, and walked over to the phone. I pressed the "Room Service" button on the phone and waited as it rang. "Room Service, this is Janelle. Oh, good afternoon, Mister Miller. What can I do for you this afternoon?" I could easily imagine her dark brown eyes lighting up her chocolate-brown face as she realized it was me, her deep voice suddenly raising up an octave as she recognized mine. It definitely sounded like she wanted to be a little more familiar, but was probably in the proximity of someone else who would not approve of her fraternizing, so I thought quickly and made an order. "Yes, can you bring me a pot of strong coffee, two glasses of Bailey's Irish Creme, and a bowl of ice cream." "Yes, Sir, would you like Chocolate or Vanilla Ice Cream?" I could almost hear her licking her lips. "Hmm...how about both? Yeah, both. I like it when the flavors melt together...yeah..." Then catching myself in the obvious double entendre, I finished up, "Um, and that's it for now." "Certainly, Sir." I could feel her giggle in my crotch, "We'll have that up to your room in about seven minutes." I looked at the clock. It was 3:23. Clever girl. Perfect way to end a shift, I thought. I straightened up the room a little bit as I waited for her to come up, checked my appearance once again in the bathroom mirror, combed my hair again and brushed my teeth. finally, I pulled a plain white T-shirt over my head, and just as I was straightening it out, I heard the knock. "Room Service, Mister Miller." What a lovely voice she had. Even when she was trying to sound official. I opened the door and she smiled from ear to ear, showing me two rows of perfect white teeth. "Good afternoon, Sir, your Room Service Order." It was exactly as I had requested, a pot of coffee whose strength I could smell, two large snifters half-full of Bailey's...although instead of a simple bowl of chocolate and vanilla ice cream, there was a huge banana split with about six scoops of ice cream, smothered in chocolate and caramel sauce, and piled high with whipped cream, and three maraschino cherries. She also carried, in the hand that was not holding the tray, what was either a large purse or a small duffel bag. She looked great, and even though she was dressed in the same outfit I'd seen her in this morning, for some reason she looked a little more casual than she had then. I couldn't quite put my finger on why, though. I actually had had the presence of mind to clear off a space on the dresser big enough for a serving tray, and had pulled a chair up next to the dresser. "So, what's the damage?," I asked as I reached for the receipt...or what I thought was a receipt. It was actually a little note handwritten on receipt paper. It just said "Complimentary." "Now, Janelle, you didn't have to do that. I can afford it." Looking past me to make sure the door was completely closed, she looked me in the eye and said, "Now you listen to me, Mister Jack Miller. Do you realize that I've been walking with my feet off the ground and my head in the clouds since you gave me that rose this morning? The least you can let me do is bring you a nice dessert...oh, and by the way, in case you were wondering, I clocked myself out just before I came upstairs, so I'm on my own time right now." I took her hand and led her to the edge of the bed where she sat down. I kneeled in front of her and reached behind me to take the two glasses of Bailey's off of the tray and handed her one. "So, Janelle, am I still allowed to tip you, even though the dessert was complimentary?" We clinked glasses, and we sipped at the Bailey's without taking our eyes off each other. Then I figured I should start the conversation. "So...did you ever find out if you are going to be working the Dance tonight?" "As a matter of fact, Mister Miller, I did. I will be a 'breaker' tonight, which means that I'll be working wherever I'm needed when someone is having a break. So I might be waiting tables one minute, tending bar the next, in the kitchen the next. So you never know where I'm going to be popping up." "Well, isn't THAT interesting. I was hoping you'd be there. I know I won't be able to dance with you due to hotel rules, but I'm looking forward to seeing you tonight. Although, quite frankly, I'm even happier to see you now. Did you have a busy day today?" "Yeah, kinda. We had this big catered lunch for a software company a little while ago. I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off. Now my feet are killing me. I'm so glad I can sit down for a minute." I watched as she kicked off her pumps, and suddenly realized just what it was that made her look different. both last night and this morning when I had seen her, she had had on black hose. But now, her legs were completely bare, and, from what I could see and smell, relatively freshly shaven. As soon as I realized this, the first thing I wanted to do was look up her skirt, which, as I was kneeling on the floor in front of her slightly spread legs, I could have done in a heartbeat, but I decided to be a gentleman and instead stood up as I said, "well, then the least I could do, especially since you'll be on these feet again in a little while, is to offer you a nice foot massage..." "Why, Mister Jack Miller, that's awfully sweet of you," she said, batting her eyes and slipping the green jacket off her shoulders, and repositioning herself on the bed as I went into the bathroom to retrieve a warm wet washcloth and the standard bottle of hotel hand lotion. Her position was still a little stiff and formal, so I invited her to slide back and lean against the pillows which were piled against the head board. I sat on the edge of the bed, and made a motion for her to move her feet over onto my lap, which she did rather delicately. I took the warm washcloth and proceeded to wash her feet. I picked one up and thoroughly laved it with the washcloth. She had beautiful toes, and the skin on her feet was as smooth as the skin on her face. I was impressed, figuring she must pamper them once in a while. "Mmmm," she moaned as she relaxed a little sinking back against the pillows a little more. I laid the first foot down on my lap and picked up the other. I noticed as I began to wash the other foot, that she stretched her first leg a little bit, causing her ankle to rub against my crotch. Now, when I had realized that she was without her hose, my cock had already started to react, but when she did this, it began to grow even larger. I tried not to draw too much attention to it, commenting out loud how beautiful her feet were, which she politely thanked me for, telling me that she used a special brand of bath salts that made the skin all over her body as smooth as a baby's. She even accented the "all over" in such a way as if to confirm that she wanted me to touch more if it at some point... Well, When I finished with the washing, I set the washcloth on the bedside table and picked up the bottle of lotion. I put a sizable dollop onto my hand and began rubbing my hands together as a means of warming the lotion a bit, as it had come out of the bottle a little bit cool. Then, I turned my body slightly toward her so that I was facing her. I had one foot on the floor and the other leg was bend at the knee. I rested her feet on that calf in such a way that her heels were very close to the bulge in my shorts. I picked up one of her feet and started to rub the lotion in. She let out another sigh, took another sip of Bailey's, closed her eyes and said "That feels nice. I think I need this..." She sank down against the pillow a bit more, causing her butt to scooch toward me a little bit, and the foot that I was not rubbing now rested squarely against my bulge. As I rubbed, I didn't just smooth the lotion into her skin, but really massaged her foot. I made circles around her ankles with my fingertips, and when I got to the sole of her foot, she moaned yet again. This time, I decided to concentrate on the spot that seemed to make her moan, so I dug into her sole with my thumb at that spot, and the first time she opened her mouth after I started rubbing that spot harder, her formality disappeared as she said "Damn, that's a good spot. Right there, just keep that up. So I kept on, and after a while, she moaned still louder and started to writhe a little bit, lifting her leg as if to pull away. This served to do two things. One, it caused me to have to slide a little closer to her in order to keep a hold on her foot, which resulted in my pressing my bulge squarely against her other foot. Two, it caused her skirt to ride up, revealing what I had been curious about a few moments ago, and that was that she not only was without hose at that moment, but that she wore this very lacy lime-green pair of panties that did very little to hide the shape and aroma of her pussy. I stopped rubbing, more out of pleased surprise than anything at that point, and she let her leg fall back down, which once again concealed her panties from my view. "WHEW!," she said, "You sure know how to give a foot massage." I could almost see her heart beating behind her white blouse, and I could definitely see that her nipples had grown hard while I rubbed her feet. "Well," I said, dropping her foot into my lap and picking up the other one, "Just wait till I'm finished with this one, you'll never be the same again." "Oh, trust me, Mister Jack Miller, I'm already a changed woman." With that, she opened her eyes and looked straight into mine. As I got some more lotion from the bottle, she kept looking into my eyes as she rather deliberately rubbed my bulge with her freshly-massaged foot. I pushed back gently but purposefully as I began to rub the lotion into her other foot. She leaned back again, took a somewhat larger gulp of the Bailey's, and closed her eyes again. Once the lotion was evenly distributed on her foot, I began the massage, stopping at one point to tickle her foot with my fingertips. Her eyes opened suddenly and she pulled her leg back quickly in a reflex motion. "Now, now, Mister Jack Miller," she said, "that's not fair. You're going to make me spill this Bailey's all over me, and then where will you be, hmmmm?" Which was unlikely at this point, because as she said this, she drained the last of the glass into her mouth and set it over onto the bedside table. "Well, you're finished with it now, so all's fair, right?" and before she could respond, I started to tickle her foot again, this time holding her ankle tighter so that she couldn't pull her foot away. Well, I had underestimated one thing about Janelle, and that is the strength that a woman can exhibit when she's being tickled against her will. Since I wasn't about to let go of her ankle, the only thing I could do when she wrenched her ankle back was to get pulled back toward her. but now I was laying on top of her, still holding her ankle and leaning down toward her face. As I said to her, "So, you REALLY don't like to be tickled, do you?" I noticed that I was on top of her in such a way that my bulge now rested squarely on her crotch. Her reflexive adrenaline now abated, she realized that I was now in the position of dominance, and she returned to her previous tone of demure respect. "No, Sir, I don't. So if you'd be so kind as not to tickle me again, I would be very much obliged to you." "Very well," I said, letting go of her ankle. She let it drop down onto the bed, but she was now laying back on the bed, her legs spread, her knees raised, and I was on top of her. We were looking into each others' eyes, and I leaned down closer to her, resting my elbows on either side of her torso, our faces inches apart when she replied. "Let me say here and now how much I appreciate your kindness in this matter, Sir, and let me also say that--" But she couldn't finish her sentence, because I had slid my hands under her head and pressed my mouth against hers. We were instantly locked in a deep soul kiss, our tongues dancing and swirling around in each others' mouths. Meantime, she had raised her feet, and was now digging her ankles into my ass, encouraging me as I ground my bulge against her green-lace-covered pussy. Kissing and kissing, our hot breath warming each others' faces, we chanted each others' names into each others' mouths (she was still calling me Mister Jack Miller, even in this fit of passion). She seemed to be embracing her freedom from the restrictions of her workday, and she was now expressing herself as she had wanted to for some time. I, too, was no longer worried about what her employers might think--we were a couple of people in heat, badly needing this moment of release. I mean, this week had already been something of a sexual circus for me, but it seemed like every woman I spent time with, Janelle included, was causing my body to react like it was the first sex it had had in months. Somewhere in there, I managed, without breaking the kiss, to stop pushing my bulge against her, and slid my hand down in between her legs. I was caressing her soaked panty-crotch and pushing back as she humped against my hand. my fingers found her clit, and I started to trace circles around it with my finger. She moaned louder into my mouth. then I move my hand down where her lips were and started to stroke and poke against her panties. Suddenly, as I poked, she bucked, and without warning, the lace gave way and my middle finger was buried deep inside her pussy. She broke, the kiss for a second and looked me in the eye and said, simply, "Uh-huh," and nodding her head yes before pulling my head back against hers and sliding her tongue back into my mouth. Well, I figured at that point the panties were a non-issue, so I continued to finger her like that, my thumb rubbing against her clit, soon adding a second finger into her boiling pot of honey. I was pressing my fingers high up inside her, searching with my probing fingertips for that spot on the high ceiling of her pussy that I hoped would give her something more than a twenty dollar tip to remember me by. She started to chant, "Uh-huh, uh-huh. uh-huh," into my mouth as I probed and wiggled my way towards that magical place, at the same time as she was reaching down to unzip the zipper of my shorts and pull my cock out of the fly. She was stroking it fast and fucking my hand harder and harder as I got closer to the spot, then suddenly, as I swiped my thumb-tip twice over the tip of her clit and simultaneously curled my fingers back to press against a spot I hadn't touched yet, she nearly bucked me off of her, pushing against my chest with her free hand to break the kiss and shouting "YEAH Baby! OH WOW!" She was so focussed on her climax she let go of my cock and threw her hands behind her head and chanted again, "UH-HUH, UH-HUh, UH-Huh, UH-huh, Uh-huh, uh-huh..." As her voice dwindled away to a mumble and the writhing and bucking slowly subsided, she looked up into my eye and smiled so big and relaxed all I could do was smile back at her. She reached up and pulled me back down into a kiss again, then whispered into my ear, "Mister Jack Miller, you are a naughty, naughty boy. Don't you ever tickle me again, do you hear me?" "Yes, Ma'am," I whispered back, letting her take charge, "Never again..." "Because you know, if you do, I'm GOING to have to punish you." "And how would you do that," I asked her, gigglingly. "Well, right now, for instance, I could tickle you back," she said a little louder as she reached down between her legs to take my cock into her hand again, tickling her way up and down the shaft. My balls were still in my shorts, so she couldn't tickle those. "So behave yourself, and you might get...rewarded." With her last word, she positioned my cock at the hole I had poked into her panties, and guided me into her. I don't remember ever having sex as fully dressed as I was at that moment. Neither of us had taken off anything but our shoes, but here I was, deep inside her pussy, grinding once again against her crotch, and smilingly saying to her, "Mmmmm, I like rewards...I'll take the rewards over the punishment any day...although, seeing as how I haven't seen all possible punishments yet, who knows? I might like being punished by you..." She got a look on her face that was a mix of surprise at my words, but at the same time it looked like she was actually pondering other ways to "punish" me. Even so, she began to grind against my cock the same way she was grinding against my fingers just a few moments previously. I pushed back and rotated my hips, causing my shaft to move in circles inside her, "stirring" her pot and touching her in places that a straight-in fuck would never have touched. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she said, "Well, we'll just have to see how things shake out then, won't we?" My hands were planted on either side of her torso, and her knees were hooked over my elbows, so I started to fuck her in earnest, driving my dick deep and fast into her (as deep as the barriers of shorts and panties would allow), looking into her eyes as she sang my name, "Misterrrr.....Jaaaaack......Millerrrrrrr...Rooooommm...Serrrrrrrvissssssss..." This being, of course, my third potential orgasm in as many hours, I was not surprised at how long I lasted with her. In fact, I realized after several minutes of hard-n-fast fucking that I was not about to come anytime soon. So, I stopped for a minute, my cock still buried deep in Janelle's pussy, and asked her, "So, what time do you have to report to work?" "Six o'clock," she said, "We gotta do some set-up before things start at Seven thirty." I looked over at the clock. It was a little after five o'clock, meaning she had an hour before she had to report. "Do you have to get changed or anything before you start?" I asked. "I brought my outfit. It's in that bag." She pointed to the bag I had seen in her hand when she first came in. "Ah, yes, well...how would you like to share a shower with me before you get dressed?" "Hmmm...," she said, looking a little suspicious at me, "If you promise not to tickle me," she smiled. "Well, I'll TRY to behave myself, but I can't offer you any guarantees. Whaddya say?" Mister Jack Miller Ch. 06 By way of introduction, let me say that if you haven't read the first chapters of this story, then much of the next few pages will mean very little to you. So I suggest you go back and read "Mister Jack Miller: Chapters 1 thru 5" to get the background on this tale. That having been said, please...read on... Before putting on my underwear, I looked at the bottle of hand lotion on the table, and wondered if an application might help to soothe my aching cock. Then I recalled times in the past when I had masturbated using hotel hand lotion, and had ended up with an even rawer dick than this, and sometimes a rash. I walked over to Alex's bed to see if she had any lotion in her suitcase, and discovered a bottle of "All Natural Vitamin E Skin Revitalization Formula" lotion. I squirted a little on my hand and felt it, and it seemed a little less harsh than the hotel lotion, so I squirted a little more onto my hand and began to rub my cock. It felt great, and even though I got a semi-hard-on from the rubbing, I knew that I had neither the time nor the inclination to make myself come again. I was hoping to spend the night with Shari tonight, and I wanted to conserve as much energy as possible, so I simply rubbed the lotion into my dick until it felt like it was sufficiently "revitalized", noted the brand of lotion so I could buy some of my own soon, and slipped on my underwear. Wanting to double-check the reunion event schedule for the next few days, I turned on the television because I knew they had a computerized hotel event agenda that would show on the "hotel channel." Sure enough, I found it, but had to wait through several other event listings and a handful of ads for different services available at the hotel. Just before the reunion schedule showed up onscreen, there was an ad for the "Rooftop Hot Tub Experience," which was, basically, that the hotel had a hot tub on the roof that it rented out to private parties for special occasions. There was a picture of the hot tub, bubbling with frothy steam water. there were at least seven people in the hot tub in the picture, and a few others dangling their legs into it, so I knew it would be pretty large. the background was of the city skyline, with all the lighted buildings and the starry sky. I thought to myself, "that looks pretty cool," so I made a mental note of it. Then the reunion event schedule came onscreen. After the Dinner-Dance from 7:30-11:00 tonight, there would be a Family breakfast in the morning, a pool party tomorrow afternoon, and a Closing dinner tomorrow night. I double checked that my flight left first thing Friday morning after the closing dinner, and pondered what types of interesting situations might present themselves over the next day and a half. I thought about not inquiring about the rooftop Jacuzzi, considering there was a pool party scheduled for the next afternoon, but the images in my head were more intimate than a raucous splashing cannonball-fest for the kids and sharing the more public hot tub with some of my more disagreeable relatives. Plus the fact that the weather forecast indicated that the low temperature for tonight was in the low eighties (Ahh, August!). So I called down to the concierge and asked if the Hot Tub had been booked for this evening. He said there was a party who had it reserved until ten, but given a half hour cleaning and refill time after their reservation was over, it could be made ready for me by 10:30. I went ahead and made a reservation for 10:30-1:30, and made sure that the wet bar would be fully stocked with things like Bailey's, Sam Adams, Jack Daniels and Coke, and a few other things that the people I was planning on inviting might take a particular liking to. Then I dressed and spent the remaining time before the Dinner writing out invitations to my little Hot Tub Party to Alex, Debbie, Shari, and my mom Doris, since I hadn't really spent a whole lot of time with her yet this week. I even wrote one out for Nana out of deference to her, knowing that she would probably beg out of it, but half hoping that she would be able to make it up. I wore a decent suit, not a tuxedo by any standards, but a nice loose Italian double-breasted number I'd gotten from my local tailor. Checking myself out in the mirror before leaving the room, I gave myself just enough time to zip down to the gift shop and purchase five identical black and white flower pins to give to the girls I would invite upstairs tonight. To get to the ballroom where the Dinner was to be held, I had to walk down a wide hallway, at the end of which was my destination. As soon as I rounded the corner into the hallway, I stopped and did a double take. I suddenly realized that on either side of the hallway, all the way down to the entrance to the ballroom, there had been placed about a dozen sculptures, which I recognized immediately as my sister Alex's work. I had always admired Alex's particular talent, but I had never seen so many of her pieces in one place like this before, it blew me away. Every single piece had a special meaning to it. In fact, she was in the habit of giving her pieces one-word names describing the feeling or emotion she was trying to convey in the work. there was one of a man who lay face down on the ground with his hands spread wide, called 'Grief.' Another was of two little boys fighting over a toy fire truck called 'Struggle.' Another of an old woman kneeling with her hand touching her forehead, called 'Reverence.' I noticed one I had never seen before at the end of the hallway, basically framing the entrance to the ballroom. It was a huge representation of a nude female whose body was bent backwards forming an arch over the door. The woman had a pair of wings and a look of such sheer delight on her face, you couldn't help but smile. It was called simply 'Joy.' I was impressed. this must have been the one she'd recently sold for a bundle. I was very happy for her. Then I noticed, just to the right of the doorway, a curtain had been set up, and on the curtain there was a printed sign that read, "Parental Discretion Advised," so, having a feeling I knew at least one of the pieces that was behind the curtain, I slipped inside. The first thing I noticed was that Shari, Alex and Debbie were all inside, standing near a piece at the far end of the space, talking animatedly to one another. When they saw me come in, they lowered their voices considerably, and Debbie giggled a little bit. I noted the first piece near where I had come in. It was THAT one. It was the sculpture that Alex had made in class that week, a nude sculpture of me. I couldn't get over how detailed and perfect it was. She had my face down cold, as if she could have done it with her eyes closed and still got it perfect. I immediately recalled how scrawny, relatively speaking, I had been at that time. Then I noted the genitalia, and remembered how difficult it was for me to keep from getting a huge boner during that series of classes. In fact, as I looked closer at it, it seemed as if it was actually about one-third of the way to an erection, and I blushed immediately. For reasons I was not too sure about, she had called the piece 'Confidence.' The second of the four pieces was called "Passion." It was a couple, locked in a sixty-nine position, but you could tell by the positioning of their legs, arms, hands and faces, that the two people in the sculpture were truly feeling an intense desire for one another, not simply a need for sex. the third was called 'Lust,' and was a representation of a woman on her back, legs spread and held back by her elbows, which were tucked into the backs of her knees. She had two fingers of one hand in her pussy, and her other hand was pulling her hood back and rubbing her clitoris. Her facial expression was one of a person having given themselves over completely to the orgasm, but with a sadness behind it that was palpable. I was impressed, and, frankly, a little turned on. Finally, I reached the spot where the girls were standing. As I approached, Alex took my arm and kissed me on the cheek, saying, "so, brother-of-mine, what do you think of the exhibit?" "Pretty damn awesome, Sis. I mean, you've sent me pictures of a lot of these things, but it's just not the same as seeing them in person. You are one incredible artist." Then, as Shari and Debbie both came up and kissed me on the cheek just as Alex had done, I asked, "And what's this one called?" Then I noticed it. First off, was the name, 'Confidence II,' and the date, which was about a month after the first one had been made. Then I looked at the piece itself. It was an almost identical reproduction of the sculpture of me that was sitting at the other end of the curtained-off space. The only difference in this one was the genitalia. Instead of being more or less limp in this image, I had a full-on erection that was remarkably detailed, down to the veins and the ball-sack tightened up against the base of the shaft as if ready to ejaculate. Mind you, it was not a PERFECT representation of my cock, but the length and the girth were spot-on. My jaw dropped a little, and Shari grabbed my arm and said, "Jack, honey, do you need to sit down?" I tried to figure out just what this emotion was that was coursing through my heart and mind at the moment. I'm sure there was a little embarrassment mixed in there, but also a hint of pride in my sister's amazing ability to take a single sensory experience (feeling my cock pressing against her and feeling me coming as we hugged that night) and transforming it into this perfect picture of, well, CONFIDENCE. the look she had put into my eye in this second sculpture was one of just that, a man who knows what he wants and is determined to get it. I looked back at the first sculpture and, though the look wasn't as strong, there was something of the spark of it in that first image that I couldn't deny. "How did you...?" I started to stammer, but Alex put her finger to my lips and whispered in my ear," I'll tell you later, Jackie. I might even tell you a few things about this statue that would surprise you, if you're in the mood for it later..." I looked at her, half-guessed what she was referring to, and then my face grew even hotter when she said, "You shoulda seen Mom's face when she saw it. She got even redder than you are right now, if you can believe that," at which Debbie held up her compact mirror to my face and showed me just how flushed my face really was. "I need a glass of water RIGHT NOW." Debbie replied, "Well, it's about to get started in there anyway, so let's go sit down. We've already reserved us a table by the dancefloor." I took Shari's arm, wondering what she'd been thinking about me, about Alex, since she saw these statues. We emerged from the curtained-off area, and I think at that point that my hard-on was probably the second-hardest cock in the area right now, second only to the one on the statue. As we walked in through the door, I saw Janelle standing there with a tray of champagne flutes in her hand. when she saw me enter, she brightened considerably and said, as professionally as she could manage, "Good evening, Sir, would you care for some champagne?" I smiled at her, took one of the bubbly glasses and said, "Thank you very much." "Can I help you find a table, Sir?" "No, thanks, I think I've already got one." I think Debbie must have noticed some kind of unspoken communication between us, because she leaned over to me as we reached the table and said, "I think that waitress likes you," and slugged me gently on the shoulder. "Where do you get that from?" I asked, but I think my attempt at feigning ignorance just piqued her curiosity that much more. I'm sure she would be grilling me about Janelle soon enough. Luckily, Debbie chose not to dwell on it. Mom was already at the table. I knelt on the ground next to her chair, "Good evening, Mother," I said, and as she turned, I hugged her. "Jackie, sweetheart. I feel like I haven't seen you all week! What have you been up to?" "Oh, a little of this, a little of that. I'm sorry we didn't get together yet this week, Mom. Things have been kind of weird for me lately." "Oh, yes, Wendy. I've been hearing things, but I want the whole story before this night is over, do you hear me?" Deciding that topic would be best saved for when we'd both had a few drinks in our system, I thought it would be a good time to present the invitations. "Yes, mother. Tell you what..." I brought out one of the flower pins, pinned it on her lapel, handed her her invitation and said, "Why don't you come upstairs with me tonight, and we can relax in the hot tub and catch up on that kind of stuff." She opened the invitation and started to read it. I observed her outfit. It was a sharply tailored full-length dress, brown in color (which matched her eyes and hair) with orange piping. It was sleeveless, but conformed to her shape rather well, emphasizing her sizable breasts while drawing attention away from the hips that I knew she had thought were too wide. I kissed her on the cheek as she read, but when she finished, she said, "Well, if you can stand looking at your tired old Mom in a bathing suit, I'll come along. For a little while." "Stand it? Mom, I'm looking forward to it. Thanks, I'm so glad. I can't wait." As I stood, I noticed her glancing in the general direction of the bulge in my trousers. I wondered if she might have been thinking about the sculpture right at that moment, but I didn't want to pry there, so I turned to Shari. Shari was dressed impeccably. She wore a black dress that had almost a neck that looked like something out of Victorian England, but just below the neckpiece was a hole in the shape of an upside-down triangle which started at the base of her neck and ended about halfway between her breasts and her belly button. Everything was trimmed with a red lace--the neck, the ends of the sleeves, and the hem, which was just below her knee. the skirt was split up the side, and the split was also trimmed with red lace. She wore hose that were dark red in color, and as I checked out how high the split went up her thigh, I noticed what I figured to be a red garter-belt clip clipped to the top of her stocking. "Very Impressive. And the hair looks great, too." It had been styled that afternoon, no doubt, and was piled high on her head like some WWII-era movie starlet. Her shoes were high heels, the same red as the lace, and had criss-cross straps that went about three inches above her ankle. "Thanks, I ran into your mom and sister in the lobby after my lunch with Nana, and we decided to go to the mall together. We did a little shopping, and bought some clothes...then we got our hair and nails done." I noticed her nails. They were the same dark red as her stockings. I was very impressed. I reached over to pin a flower on her chest, just above her left breast, and kissed her on the cheek, whispering, "I want YOU to stay the longest." She read the invitation and then looked me in the eye and said, "I WANT to stay the longest," kissing me back on my cheek. I turned to Debbie. She had on a yellow (what else?) dress that was, as per her normal wardrobe, pretty darn revealing. The spaghetti straps were nothing, and the way her breasts pushed against the front of her dress, I was sure she would pop out over the top of it, and all those boys in the ballroom who were now whispering to one another that "Debbie's here" would be treated to occasional glimpses of nipples and areola all night long. There were a dozen or so big yellow sequin flowers positioned around the dress, and, of course, it was a mini, stopping just short of revealing her feminine charms. Debbie's shoes were low white heels, as if she were intending on dancing or something...her hair was pulled back and worked into a long French braid that went halfway down her back. I pinned a flower on her dress, being as careful as I could not to stick any flesh, and handed her the invitation. "Cool, hot tubbin' with Uncle Jackie! Can't wait! I'll be there. Thanks, Jack." And she kissed my cheek, too. Then I turned to Alex. "The star artist," I said as I checked her out. He dress was a deep blue--darker than royal blue but not as dark as, say, a navy. It looked as though she had taken five or six pieces of loose fabric and draped them over her shoulders and tied them around her waist with a black sash. The sides of the dress weren't really there, as I could see bare skin from under her arms all the way down to where the sash held everything together. I could just make out the sides of her breasts, and surmised that she was braless like Debbie. The skirt portion of the dress was jagged, uneven, almost like the proverbial poor-girl's skirt, thrown together from scraps. She wore light blue hose and white shoes that looked almost exactly like Debbie's shoes. Alex's hair looked at first like she had teased it mercilessly for a half hour and then given up on it, but when I looked closer at it I could see the plan the hairdresser had, and realized that it was, indeed, a pretty incredible hairdo. "Wow," I said, "some 'do.' Dja ferget to tip the hairdresser or something?" She looked hurt for a second, then realized I was just joshing her, so she slugged me--HARD--in the shoulder. "OWW! Okay, okay. I'm messin' with ya. It looks great, it really does." "I happen to LIKE the 'chaos' look, thank you very much..." she said as she began to read the invitation. I pinned the flower on her shoulder and she smiled and said, "Cool, bro. How much is this costin' you?" "Never you mind," I said, "Just show up. Wouldn't be the same without you." "I wouldn't miss it for the world," she said, and, like the other girls before her, she kissed me on the cheek. I pulled out chairs for all of them, and they sat down at the table. I was positioned with Alex next to me on my left and Debbie on her other side. Shari sat on my right with Mom next to her. Just before I sat down, I started to walk over to where Nana was holding court with a half dozen or so kids, none of whom could have been more than about three. She was handing out Teddy Bears to all of them as she sat there dressed in the sparkliest deep dark purple dress I had ever seen. It literally caught every light in that room and reflected it in such a way as the whole corner of the room where she sat glowed purple with her royal presence. I walked closer to her and she raised her head, and smiled wide and beckoned me over. The first thing I noticed about Nana is that she looked tired, and, after again wishing her a happy 100th birthday, I told her so. "Well, my boy, I've been having these blasted meetings all day long, so of course I'm tired. But at least they're all done now, so I can turn in now." the way she said "turn in" I wasn't sure whether she meant for the night, or forever, but I nevertheless moved forward and said, "But I was hoping to have a dance with you tonight. And some of us are going to be hot tubbing on the roof after the party tonight. I was hoping you would be able to join us," I said as I pinned the flower on her dress "Now, boy, how old do you think I am, twenty? No, no, I'll be going to bed soon, but I have one more thing to do..." Someone had handed her a microphone and she talked into it without really looking up at anyone. "It's been good to see you all this week. I'm hoping you will enjoy the dance tonight, and thanks for helping me celebrate my birthday. You've all been so nice. I'll see you all tomorrow afternoon at the pool party, and then for the final dinner tomorrow night." Twice during this speech, her voice faltered, and her personal physician, standing at her side as usual, decided after the second time it was time for Nana's speech to end, so she handed me the microphone. Nana got real still, so I turned to the crowd to draw attention away from it, Mister Jack Miller Ch. 07 By way of introduction, let me say that if you haven't read the first chapters of this story, then much of the next few pages will mean very little to you. So I suggest you go back and read "Mister Jack Miller: Chapters 1 thru 6" to get the background on this tale. That having been said, please...read on... ****** I gathered the girls around me and looked at my watch. "It's 10:30 now. I'll see all of you upstairs in about fifteen minutes? When you get up there, just press the bell and I'll ring you in. It's exclusive, you know..." they all looked like they were VERY impressed, and followed me out. when I reached the elevator I would have thought they would all be right behind me, but I looked back and saw them coming out of the curtained-off area, Debbie fanning my mother with her hand as they walked. I held the doors and waited for them. Mom got off at seven, Shari at eight, and Debbie, Alex and myself at ten. Debbie went off to her room, and Alex and I walked to ours. As soon as we were inside, Alex turned to me and said, "that was really great what you said about Nana tonight..you made my cry...," and it looked like she was going to start again, when I stopped her with a kiss on the lips and said, "I'm actually a little worried about her. She looked really weak tonight. I hope she's okay." "Well, it's been a pretty busy week for her, bro," she said as she backed away and started to take off her clothes, "She probably just needs to catch her breath. She'll be fine." "Yeah, I know," I replied as I got down to my underwear, and, sliding it off, continued, "but I'm still a little worried." "That, Jackie-boy," she said as she came up to me and squeezed my cock, "is because you are such a good grandson. I mean, a good GREAT grandson...or is it great good grandson....?" she giggled and went into the bathroom to retrieve her blue bikini. I pulled my black and white swim trunks up over my stiffening cock and tied the string as Alex bent over to pull her bottoms up over her ass. She came over to me and turned around so that I could tie her bikini top, then whirled around and said, "Ready?" "Sure am, Sis. Thanks." And I pulled her to me, wrapped my arms around her and kissed her, deep and sweet, warm and full of tongue, gripping her butt and pulling her against my bulge as we kissed. She broke the kiss and looked at me and said, "Save it for Shari, cowboy. I know you wanna spend the night with her tonight. Deb and I talked about it, and decided we're gonna back off a little tonight and let you two be together." This, of course, probably meant that Alex and Debbie had talked to one another about what had happened with each of them over the last couple of days. but it made me feel a little less nervous about being with all three of them at once, so, grabbing three keys (my room, Shari's room, and the Rooftop key) and squeezing Alex's ass one last time, we made our way to the elevator. Of course, we met Debbie there. She was wearing a yellow bikini in the exact same style as Alex's. I looked from one to the other and then back again, and they giggled. "Just wait till you see what Shari's got on!" they chimed, and I knew it was going to be an interesting night... On the way up to the rooftop Alex told Deb that she had told me about their plan regarding Shari, and Deb breathed a sigh and said, "Good. We want our Jackie to be nice and relaxed tonight, don't we, Al?" With that, Debbie turned me toward her and looked me straight in the eye and said, "We sure do," then wrapped her arms around me and kissed me hard and deep. I responded as I had done with Alex by sliding my hands down her back and gripping her asscheeks firmly and pulling her against my bulge as we kissed. "Wow," Alex said as she observed this scene, "that's almost as fun to watch as it is to do." "Trust me, Al," Debbie winked, "Doing it is WAY better." she bounced on her toes like an excited teenager, then squeezed my dick through my shorts and talked to it. "Better get ready, little guy, 'cause I think you are in for some fun tonight." Despite the fact that it still was a little sore, it jumped at the contact, and when the doors opened, I WAS ready for anything. there was only one door outside the elevator on the roof level, and that was the door to the Hot Tub area. I carded us in, and we walked into our little slice of paradise for the evening. It was just like in the picture, with a huge heated hot tub, and, embedded into the wooden deck right next to the tub was a long ice chest that was stocked with beers, bottled Cokes and a couple of bottles of white wine. Nearby was a low cart with Bailey's, Jack Daniels and a few other liqueurs and spirits. On the cart was also a remote control which worked the hot tub controls, the stereo and the door. I set the room keys on the cart and pushed the button on the remote control that said "LIGHT 1" and the lights inside the hot tub came on. I pressed "LIGHT 2" and all the other lights on the roof outside of the hot tub went off, and suddenly the only light in the whole place was the light coming from inside the tub. I used the remote to turn on the stereo to some mellow jazz music, then pressed another to turn on the jets on the tub. The bubbles rose and the steam rose off the water like the spray that rises off a mug of freshly-poured root-beer. I asked the girls what they wanted to drink, and they both chose white wine, so I uncorked the Chardonnay and poured them each a glass. As I was preparing myself a Jack on the rocks, I heard the door buzzer. I looked over and Mom was standing there in a brown one-piece swimsuit that she I knew had been her favorite for some time because, as she put it, "It hides everything I want to hide, and shows off everything I want to show off," which, to the latter, meant mainly her breasts, which were about the biggest set of all-natural tits I have ever seen on a woman. I clicked the remote and the door buzzed again and she walked in, giggling like a schoolgirl when she saw the luxurious surroundings I had invited her to, and, as if wanting to have her body exposed to the rest of us for as little a time as possible, she slipped right into the water and asked me to pour her a glass of white wine. I did, and followed her into the hot tub, offering a toast to a lovely evening. We clinked glasses, and I was about to take a big swig of whiskey when I looked over at the door and saw Shari standing there. As had been hinted by Alex a few minutes earlier, she was wearing a red bikini of the same exact style as Debbie's and Alex's. Before she had a chance to ring, I waved to her and got out of the hot tub to walk over and open the door for her. As I moved, Debbie and Alex laughed together in that "Jackie's got a girlfriend, Jackie's got a girlfriend," kind of way... She smiled and took my hand as I walked her over to the tub. As I guided her in and she settled into the tub, I asked her, "Jack and Coke?" She smiled in such a way that said to me, "Maybe later, when we're alone," and asked instead for white wine like the other three girls had asked for. I happily poured the drink for her, and settled into the tub with Mom on my left side, Shari on my right, and Alex and Debbie sitting side by side directly in front of me. "I was just proposing a toast to a lovely night," I told Shari, and added, "which just got a little lovelier, if I do say so myself," looking into her eyes and clinking my glass against hers. She caught me comparing the three swimsuits and said, "we were gonna surprise you at the pool party tomorrow, but changed our plans when you invited us up here tonight." I laughed. They really were the exact same style. Then, not wanting to be rude or anything, I turned to Mom and said, "You've met Shari, haven't you?" "Well, of course I have, silly. Just because you missed Darren's wedding doesn't mean the whole family did. Good to see you again, Shari. So how did you and my son, er...'hook up', as they say...?" "MOM!" I said, as all the girls laughed at me. "Shari and I have become very good friends." "I know, Son. Can't a mother have a little fun with her son once in a while?," she winked as Shari began to tell all about our plane flight, leaving out some of the more intense details. As she talked, I watched as Alex whispered into Debbie's ear, obviously filling in some of the racier details that I had told Alex the previous evening. Debbie let out a little gasp and gave me that "you naughty boy" look as Shari finished her version of the plane encounter. "And you didn't even know each other. What a small world this is," Mom said, with a look on her face that indicated that she had filled in just enough details to satisfy herself that her son was not brooding over that slut Debbie, but was already starting to live his life again. "More wine, Son." she said, holding up her glass. I stood up to reach over Shari's shoulder for the wine bottle, practically sticking my hard-on in Shari's face as I did so. When I had got the bottle in hand, Shari helped me to sit down by grabbing the waistband of my trunks and holding onto it as I leaned back into the water. I sat back down next to Mom (who hadn't seen Shari's actions, being screened by my body from doing so) and poured the last of the first bottle of wine into her glass. Debbie and Alex had, of course, seen everything, and drained their glasses quickly, and said in tandem, "Oh, Jackie, darling...?" So I stood up again, and reached over Shari's head for another bottle and the corkscrew. Deb & Al looked at her and grinned, so she took the opportunity presented to her and, making sure that my mother couldn't see, she reached up as I was uncorking the bottle and started to squeeze and stroke the bulge in my trunks. I did my best to hurry the process along, but Shari had plenty of time to make sure I was nice and hard before I got the cork out and waddled over to where Al & Deb were, and with my hard-on obscured from mother's sight by the bubbling waters, I poured another glass for them, then turned back just in time to fill Shari's glass, as she had managed to empty hers too, despite her persistent giggling. It was clearly obvious to me that the combination of a couple of bottles of wine shared at dinner plus the glass up here now was enough to turn these four girls into gossiping teenagers. And as if to prove out that theory, my mom then started to tell Shari about some of the more embarrassing moments of my childhood, like when I was sent home by the principal in fourth grade for making out with Tracy Hammond on the school field at lunchtime...or the first time I went on a "real date" and stalled the car at the local "makeout spot" and Dad (god rest his soul) had to rescue me and take my date home...she seemed to want to focus on my sexual history more than anything else, so I finally said, "MOM! Come on, she doesn't want to hear any of that." Shari interrupted, "How do you know what I want to hear and don't want to hear? go on, Mrs. Miller." And it went on like that. Of course, Al & Deb had to chime in with their own stories about my various romantic foibles, and I started to sink deeper and deeper into the water, my only consolation being the glass of watered-down whisky in my hand. I sunk down below the waterline, holding the glass above my head. I was facing toward Al & Deb at that point, and as I looked over toward them, I watched as they spread their legs and reached down to slip their hands into each others' bikini bottoms, all, I presumed, for my benefit. I couldn't believe what I'd seen, so I raised myself up out of the water. Mom and Shari were looking up at the stars, so I figured the girls had timed their little show so only I could see, and was confirmed in that thought when I looked at them and they gave me a conspiratorial wink before Alex finally said, "Okay, you guys, I think we've tortured Jackie enough for one night." "Not quite," said Mom, turning back to face toward the center of the tub. "I still haven't heard the whole Wendy story yet. Time to face the music, son." Well, I had told Alex and Shari the whole thing, and I'm sure Alex had filled Debbie in somewhat, so I started telling Mom the whole thing leaving out a few crucial details (like Donna, for one), and ending up with the phone call I'd gotten from the lawyer this evening. "So, Nana was right, then? And we were all wrong," Mom said. "As usual, Mom. As usual..." "Well, then, I'm satisfied." That sounded pretty final to me, and she punctuated it by raising herself up out of the water and reaching for a towel. "Well, I'm a little beat, and unlike the rest of you, I need my beauty sleep, so..." "Aw, Mom," I said, "Don't go. I still got this place for another two hours. Stay a while." But she was already towelling off and draining the last of her second glass of wine. "No, no, you kids have fun. Anyway, I promised Nana I would help her with her breakfast presentation in the morning," and then we all shouted out simultaneously, "AND YOU KNOW HOW SHE ALWAYS INSISTS ON PUNCTUALITY!!!" "All right, Mom, if you insist," I said as I got up out of the pool and walked her to the door. I hugged her and kissed her on the lips and said, "'Night, Mom." The girls all spoke at once: "Good night Mom/Good night Aunt Doris/Good night Mrs. Miller." "Good night kids. Be good." I wondered if she thought we were going to take her last comment seriously. I walked back toward the Jacuzzi and stopped by the cart to refill my whiskey glass. The girls were all finishing their wine at the same time and all of them, in turn, asked me to pour them some whiskey too, so I gave them each a healthy portion, wondering how shit-faced we were all going to be when this night was over. Of course, as the night continued, the theme of sexual histories came back into play, and as the whiskey and wine continued to work their way into our bloodstreams. I still had enough of my wits about me to worry whether Alex or Deb was going to let something slip about what we had done, when, to my surprise, it was Shari that was the first to let slip details of recent events. "Let me tell you girls something. I can trust you, can't I?" the other two looked like they were about to drink the nectar of the gods as they waited with baited breath for Shari to spill her guts. "This man," she said, leaning her head tipsily on my shoulder and squeezing my thigh, "has the most incredible hands I have ever felt in my life. Remember that day on the plane I was telling you about...?" And it came out into the open. Now, of course, the other two already knew all about it, but coming from the perspective of the one on the receiving end of things, they drank it all in, and I could tell they were enjoying it because their nipples were hard as rocks behind their bikini tops. Come to think of it, so were Shari's. "And I tell you what, even my fucking vibrator could never make me come as hard as Jack did that day. And he wasn't even done with me..." I sensed she was going to start to give details about yesterday afternoon's romp in her room, so I whispered quickly into her ear, "Shari, sweetheart, I don't think they really need to hear about that," then turned her face toward mine and kissed her square on the lips. That distracted her enough to stop the story for the moment, but it also served to remind her that I was there, and still capable of doing the same things to her I'd already done, so, in addition to kissing me back just as hard, she maneuvered herself so that she could wrap her legs around me and sit in my lap, grinding against my bulge as she drove her tongue deeper into my mouth. I heard the other two giggling at what I assumed were Shari's drunken antics, so, without breaking the kiss, I opened my eyes and glanced over towards them and saw that they were actually giggling at each other, because they were kissing each other and Debbie had moved onto Alex's lap just like Shari had moved onto mine. I couldn't believe it, but then I remembered how Alex had confessed that she had "experimented" with a lesbian affair while she was trying to adjust to Brian's homosexuality, and how Debbie had shamelessly flirted with Leilani in the elevator just that afternoon, it didn't really seem that much of a surprise, but it was still a real turn-on to watch as their tongues danced in the open air and they moaned as they ground their crotches together. I reached over to the remote control to turn out the light in the hot tub, then started to untie Shari's bikini top when Shari looked over and saw the girls making out. "Wow, they really are kissin' cousin's aren't they?" Alex broke the kiss long enough to say, "Actually, I'm her aunt, but yeah, she IS a great kisser," and within the space of the next minute and a half, all three bikini tops had been tossed onto the deck. Yellow, blue and red triangles piled atop one another. Kind of looked like a Piet Mondrian painting sitting there like that, but that moment of reflection only lasted as long as it took for Shari to take my hands and put them onto her bare breasts and say in that same drunken voice, "Come on, Jackie, squeeze my titties, my titties like you...my titties like you a lot..." And we were in a deep kiss again as I squeezed her titties, just like she had asked, and pinched and pulled at her nipples as she reached down into the water to untie the cord on my trunks and slip her hand down in to squeeze and stroke my stiff, aching cock. But this time the ache was not from overworking it. The vitamin E lotion and the Jacuzzi water had done their jobs, and my cock was feeling like it was back to normal again, ready for whatever Shari had planned. Well, needless to say, her plans very quickly took shape as she slid off of my lap long enough to slide my trunks off and toss them onto the pile with the bikini tops. then, she kissed me hard while squeezing my dick, then whispered into my ear, "Stand up, baby, I wanna see your cock. I wanna suck it." Of course, if I stood up, not only would it give Shari the opportunity she was looking for, but it would result in my cock being exposed to all three of the girls at once, which, while it was definitely the subject of my fantasy life, I wasn't sure was what Shari might have wanted were she a little more sober. I tried to get her to focus somewhere else by untying her bikini bottoms and tossing them on the pile, but before I could get her back onto my lap, she said again, in a more forceful tone, "Dammit, Jack, stand up already. I WANT to SUCK your COCK, baby." I whispered at her again, "Tell you what, baby. Why don't we fuck now, nice and quiet here in the tub, and we can do that other stuff when we get back to your room, okay?" but my whisper just seemed to make her want to talk louder. "What's the matter, Jack Miller? You afraid your sister and your cousin are gonna see your dick or something? Heck, the way they were talkin' about that statue by the ballroom, you'd've thought they'd all already seen it, and maybe even done more than that. Come on, baby. Just be my statue for a while and let me suck that beautiful cock of yours, okay? Then we can do whatever you wanna do, okay? I promise." She gave me one of those mock pouts again, and as I looked over toward the other girls and watched as they stared at me, looking like they were hoping that they'd get a chance to see it again, I relented. "Okay, baby. but remember your promise, okay?" She didn't respond, because she was too busy getting up on her knees so that she could take my cock into her mouth. Al and Deb just stared for a few moments, watching with rapt attention as Shari's head bobbed up and down over the head and the first few inches of my cock. Clearly she didn't have the same kind of physiological bent for this as Debbie had, but what she lacked in throat capacity, she more than made up for in eagerness, because as she sucked and licked my head and upper shaft, one hand was stroking my lower shaft and the other was gently clutching my ball-sack. She wriggled the fingers that were clutching my balls, causing me to shiver with a fresh surge of pleasure, then pulled all but the head out of her mouth, and as she closed her lips around the crown and swirled her tongue around the head, she started to hum along with "Take the 'A' Train," which was playing on the stereo. Of course, the vibrations made by her vocal chords as she hummed made their way straight into the core of my cock, and I had to hold the side of the hot tub in order to keep my balance. I looked over at Al & Deb, and they were walking towards us, untying their bikini bottoms and tossing them out of the tub onto the pile. When they reached the spot where Shari was working her magic on me, they moved around to either side of her with their faces close to hers and to my cock, and Debbie said, in a voice that was somewhat short of breath, "You are so right, Shari, he really does have a beautiful cock." Then she looked straight up into my eyes with a look that brought back everything she had told me about her love life and her image of my cock that afternoon in the restaurant bathroom. Mister Jack Miller Ch. 07 The girls then pressed up against Shari's sides and each proceeded to take one of Shari's breasts in her hand and knead it, while kissing the sides of Shari's face. this was almost more than I could stand, but the experiences of this afternoon were still having their effect, serving to hold off my orgasm even further. Shari then stopped sucking my cock long enough to respond to Debbie's comment by saying, "If you think it looks great, you should fuck it sometime. It's like heaven on earth. Here--taste it...," and she bent my cock in Debbie's direction. Debbie looked a little unsure, looking from Shari to Alex to me and back to Shari, but after a second urging by Shari, which took the form of Shari placing her hand on the back of Debbie's head and pushing her toward my cock, Debbie engulfed it like she had that afternoon. As she did, Shari looked over at Alex, and said, "I can understand if sucking your brother's cock weirds you out or anything, but I want you to have a turn too if you want. And considering you were just frenching and feeling up your niece, I kinda got the feeling you'll be okay with it." "I'd like to try..." she said, and suddenly I realized that Alex had never actually sucked my cock before now. In fact, except for two brief moments--once when she gave me my towel in the shower, and once when we had ripped each others' clothes off just before I went into her last night--she hadn't even really seen it for more than a few seconds, so this would be a whole new experience for both of us. But before that happened, I had to survive Debbie's onslaught. She had started to warble those throat muscles against my dick and I knew I would come soon if she kept that up for very long when suddenly Shari pulled my cock out of her mouth and started working it over again herself. After a minute or two of this, she took it out of her mouth again and held it to Alex, saying, "Okay, Alex. You're up." A lifetime of fantasies and imaginations came surging into my brain all at that moment as Alex gently took my cock into her hands. First she stroked it gently, closing her eyes with an expression of extreme concentration on her face, almost as if she were trying to make sure she memorized every millimeter of its shape and size. Perhaps she was planning her next sculpture in her mind as she did it. Then, she very gently kissed the head, pulling back to leave a strand of pre-come connecting her lower lip with my cock-head. Then I watched as she licked her lips so sexy and full of desire, opened her mouth wide and took the whole head into her mouth. I felt as she filled her mouth with saliva, then used her tongue and her cheek muscles to swirl the saliva around the head of my cock. It was an incredible sensation, and I moaned out loud as she did this. I couldn't see under the water at this point, but I was pretty sure as looked down that Debbie was playing with Shari's pussy under the water, because Shari moaned and leaned over to french-kiss Debbie as Alex looked up into my eyes and mouthed the words, "I love you," before taking my cock back into her mouth. Well, more than anything else, I think it was those three little words that sent me over the edge, because after another moment or two with Alex sucking my cock head as she looked straight into my eyes, my knees buckled and I groaned, "Oh, fuck, Alex, I'm coming!" I think that Alex probably would have swallowed ALL of my come at that point, but Shari was in charge tonight, and she stopped kissing Debbie and turned to me saying, "Okay, Jack, give us all you got! Come on girls! Jackie's blowing his wad!" She pulled my cock out of Alex's mouth just as Alex was swallowing the first spurt. Shari took it into her mouth then and swallowed a couple of shots, then turned it towards Debbie who took the next two. then she took it away from Debbie and held it out in the open air, jacking it and doing her best to spray my seed evenly onto all three of their faces. By now, though, my orgasm was beginning to subside, though my cock retained a semblance of stiffness. "Oh, Jackie, baby," Shari said, looking up into my eyes as she kissed my belly and said, "I know that must have been difficult for you, but it really meant a lot to me to be able to share you with Alex and Debbie like that. They've both been so nice to me this week." Difficult?, I thought. If you only knew, Shari... Anyhow, the moment past, the girls settled back into the water and I turned the light back on in the hot tub, then opened up four beers, and we wound down our evening touching and laughing and kissing and holding one another, in different combinations of twos and threes, and also as a quartet. If you've never tongue-wrestled with three girls at the same time, I highly recommend it--it was about the single most erotic thing I have ever felt. I managed to help give each of the girls one more orgasm each, Shari and Alex with my fingers and Debbie with my mouth (I was basically just finishing what I had never really got started with her this afternoon). Finally, though, the clock on the stereo showed 1:15, so we each poured one last big drink (wanted to get my money's worth, they said) and we got dressed again. the girls let me put their bikinis back on, but I decided to play a little and put the blue top and the red bottoms on Debbie, the red top and the yellow bottoms on Alex, and the yellow top and the blue bottoms on Shari. They weren't all the same sizes, of course, so there were tits bulging to escape tops and asses that barely fit into bottoms, as well as bottoms that sagged and tops that were so loose they showed everything. Then, after slipping my trunks back on, I grabbed the three keys and we left the rooftop and got into the elevator. I handed Alex and Debbie my room key and they got off on the tenth floor, waving goodbye and starting yet another passionate kiss as the doors closed, and Shari and I kissed and groped our way down the next two floors, and walked tipsily, arm in arm, to her room. When we got inside, we stripped each others' suits off, and toasted the last of our drinks down the hatch before laying down together on the bed. I'm fairly certain, based on the state of my cock at the end of the night, that we didn't fuck before we fell asleep that night, but I do remember waking up about four-thirty in the morning needing to go to the bathroom. Shari had heard me and got the same idea, and when she returned to the bed, she pulled me on top of her and rubbed my cock against her pussy until I was both awake enough and hard enough to enter her, and we had a nice, slow, leisurely fuck that had to have lasted at least an hour before we collapsed from exhaustion, neither of us reaching another climax, but having shared something incredible and sexy and intimate together yet again...we drifted off to sleep in each others arms, and woke that same way when Shari's room-phone rang, jarring us out of our dream-state and back into the real world. And it was about as harsh a reality as I could have imagined. Mister Jack Miller Ch. 08 By way of introduction, let me say that if you haven't read the first chapters of this story, then much of the next few pages will mean very little to you. So I suggest you go back and read "Mister Jack Miller: Chapters 1 thru 7" to get the background on this tale. That having been said, please...read on... ****** The voice on the other end of the phone was Alex's, but sounded nothing at all like someone who had been partying as hard as we had done the previous night. "She's dead, Jackie. Nana's dead." I sat up like a shot and was as awake as Alex sounded in a heartbeat, "Oh, no..." I dropped the phone and Shari felt the urgency in my voice, and I repeated to her the same five words I had just heard. Shari shouted, "NO!" and collapsed into my arms in tears. "She died last night, about an hour after she left the ballroom." "Why the fuck didn't anyone tell us?" I shouted, now mad at not being informed until now. "Apparently there was a message waiting for Mom when she got to her room, and she decided to wait till this morning so as not to spoil our evening." I was both mad and thankful to my mother at the same time, but I understood. I tried to regain my composure and said as calmly as I could, "So now what?" "Well, her lawyer is going to be at the breakfast this morning. Apparently Nana was pretty sure she wouldn't even make it this long, and had planned this reunion as a will-reading, so it's already set. They're gonna feed the kids in a separate room this morning, and the adults are gonna meet with the lawyer. Apparently she had it all planned out like this." I listened intently and thought, "That sounds exactly like the way Nana would have done it," then said to Alex, "We'll meet you downstairs in a little bit." "You better hurry up, it's supposed to start in, like, fifteen minutes." I looked over at the clock and started, "Okay, we'll be right down...WAIT...you've got my key and all my clothes are in the room. Why don't you guys come down here and bring me some clothes, and we can all go down together." After getting an okay from Alex, I hung up the phone and stood up, grabbing Shari by the hand and leading her towards the shower, where we washed up quickly. Shari started to dress just as the knock came on the door. I opened it quickly and the girls came in, handing me a pair of black pants and a simple white dress shirt. They had remembered shoes and socks but not underwear, but I wasn't particularly picky at the moment. I suppose under circumstances like the one last night at the hot tub, I would have gotten a huge boner being naked in front of the girls, but all I could think about was Nana, and wanted to make sure I honored her memory. My cock seemed to understand, and stayed obediently flaccid all morning. Apparently, not everyone had gotten the message that Nana had passed during the night, or they were still feeling their grief, because as we walked into the ballroom, we heard a murmur of voices, and rising up above them every few seconds, we heard sobs and tears, most of them from female voices. I saw Warren as he walked to a place to sit down. He looked like his whole world had caved in, so I went up to him and shook his hand, saying, "Nana was awesome, wasn't she?" He hugged me. I think it was exactly what he needed at that moment, because he perked up a little bit, and the next time I saw him he was in much better spirits. I joined Mom and the girls at the same table we had taken last night. Mom looked like she had been crying all night, so I held her in my arms for a long moment, then we all sat down together. The lawyer, whose name was Barnes, stood up to a podium and tapped the microphone. "Good morning, folks. for those of you who do not already know, Ida Rae Sedgewick died last night at a little after 10:00. She has arranged something for all of you that she ordered in her will to be shown at this occasion should she not make it through the week. Lights?" The lights came down and the blinds were closed, and a screen came down from the ceiling. A video began to play. it was Nana, and she was sitting in her living room at the old house--the house I grew up in...the house with the treehouse in the backyard. She cleared her throat and spoke into the camera: "Well, hello, everyone. If you are watching this, then I must have passed onto the great beyond at some point during this reunion week. First of all, let me say that I am so very pleased that you all could make it, and I hope that you not only HAVE been having fun, but that you will continue to enjoy yourselves as the week finishes up. Please don't let my death put a damper on the festivities. Have fun at the dance, Enjoy the pool party. I give you this week because I love you all." There were fresh sobs throughout the room as she paused on the tape, then silence again as she continued: "There are some of you in this room today whom I had hoped to be able to meet with privately during this week. If I have, then so be it. If not, Mr. Barnes will be contacting you today to speak with you about some matters which concern you. "As to matters of inheritance, however, I want to tell each and every one of you what has been set aside for you." You could hear a collective catching of breath from everyone in the room. Everyone, that is, except for those who had already met with Nana earlier in the week. "Well, what I have done is this. when each of you were born, from my eldest child to my youngest great-great-grandchild, I opened a trust account for you. Each month, I arranged to have the interest I'd earned from the various investments I've made split equally and placed into each of those accounts. Needless to say, my brokers have invested wisely, and I've developed quite a portfolio, as they say. "Well, for as long as those accounts have existed they have regularly been deposited into, and they have also been earning interest. What Mr. Barnes and his assistants should be doing at this moment", and they were," is giving to each of you documents related to these trust accounts. "Each of you, when you reach the age of thirty, will begin receiving checks from my accountancy firm every birthday in an amount that represents two percent of the fund that is currently being held in your name. When you reach the age of sixty, all remaining moneys, representing the remaining forty percent, plus any interest accrued in the interim, will be given to you in a lump sum. "If any of my direct descendants has passed on before me, and there are several, the funds that had been set aside for them will be divided equally among THEIR direct descendants, and so on. All of you have been provided for in the exact same manner as one another." Leave it to Nana, I thought. Nobody has a reason to bitch, because everyone gets the same thing. Of course, those of us who had meetings with Nana earlier in the week were presented with other gifts, but since they were not technically an inheritance, and were distributed to us by Nana when she was still alive, were not a subject of dispute. Man, I thought, she really was a shrewd businesswoman. My admiration of her rose yet again at her cleverness. At this point, she said a few more parting words and then "talked" to the lawyer, who shut off the video and told everyone that there was a form to be signed in each envelope that would have to be returned to him within thirty days. That would give those of us who wanted to have their lawyers go over it time to do so, but would also give people the opportunity to sign right away if they felt the desire. Then I started hearing the gasps as people started opening their envelopes, and seeing the figures that had been set aside for them. Nana's only living child, my Great-Aunt Florence, had received nearly twenty five million dollars. Ben's two-year-old twins each received 1.2 million. And everyone else got amounts somewhere in between those two figures. I was, quite literally, blown away myself. Though I didn't immediately look at the amount I had inherited yet (I just signed the paper, folded it quickly and handed it to the lawyer), I learned later that this amount was almost thirteen million dollars, which, when added to the forty-seven million dollars Nana had given me yesterday morning, made my net worth over sixty million dollars. But, of course, I was careful to make sure that the girls, and any others in the room who were still filled with grief, would have my shoulder to cry on as long as they needed it. There was a shriek from one end of the room, and I heard Victoria (the twin) shout "How did she know?" I later found out that she was two and a half months pregnant, but hadn't yet told anyone about it, not even Nana. but Nana had still included her unborn child in the distribution. Wow, I thought, incredible. Absolutely incredible. Florence stepped up to the mike to say a couple of things, one, to let us know that tonight's dinner had been cancelled, and had been replaced by a memorial service, which was to start at 8 pm that evening. And second, to remind us what Nana had said about having fun, and to not let our sadness over Nana's death prevent us from having the fun she had brought us here to have. "On that note, I expect to see each and every one of you at this afternoon's pool party, because you know Nana wouldn't have missed it." I thought about Nana and those swimsuits of hers, that looked like the kind of thing bathing beauties from the roaring 20's would have worn. A little sexy, but fashionable and modest. and she always had a parasol that matched the suit perfectly. What a classy lady. As the morning broke up and we all picked at our breakfast, I went back up to the room, and lay down on the bed. Alex and Mom were still talking, so I had the room to myself, and as soon as my head hit the pillow, I started to cry. Deep, wailing, childlike sobs that started and kept on going like they'd never stop. This was it, I thought, so I'd better get all of it out now, because other people would need me to be their strength later, no doubt. I don't remember when the crying changed to snoring, but it wasn't until Alex sat down next to me on the bed, and, slowly stroking my hair, gradually woke me up from a lovely dream about Nana, singing me a lullaby as I smiled up into her wonderful face. "Hey, you," she said as I opened my eyes. "How ya doin'?" She had obviously been crying as hard as I had, her face was red and, I discovered as I sat up to hug her, hot. "I'm good," I said, only half lying. "I'm just so...sad...tired...I don't know. but I think I'm more sad for myself that I won't have her than I am for Nana. I mean, she had it all worked out, didn't she. She planned for it, saw it coming, almost to the day." "I know. I could hardly believe the timing myself. Like this whole week was meant to happen just like it did." The look in her eye told me that she was not just thinking of Nana at the moment, but also what had happened between us, and... "Now, you need to go over and see Shari. She's pretty messed up. Remember she lost Darren only ten months ago, and it was Nana that helped her through THAT whole mess, so you can imagine..." I just realized she hadn't really talked to any of us that morning. I had hugged her a few times to give her some support, but she kept insisting she was okay, and she LOOKED okay, so I had spent most of my time trying to console mother and Debbie, who seemed the most pretty broken up of all the girls. Now, Alex's words had brought me back to a reality I had completely forgotten about, so I stood up quickly, hugged Alex and gave her a quick kiss on the lips before running down to see Shari. ********* When I got to Shari's room, even though I had the key, I knocked anyway. Only when I didn't hear anything coming from the room, I opened it with the key Shari had given me. She was wearing only her underwear, laying face down on the bed. her arms were tucked tight against her sides, she was breathing hard and shivering. I saw two wet spots on the bed that looked like puddles of tears. I moved quietly to the bed and sat down next to her. then I noticed that she had a picture frame in her hand, and the picture was facing up. It held a picture of Nana from some years back, holding a little boy who looked like he was about seven or eight years old. The little boy was wearing a party hat and had cake and frosting all over his face. It was Darren. I didn't know what to say, but I knew that Shari needed comfort, so I placed my hand gently on her back, right between her shoulder blades. She was ice cold. "Oh my goodness, Shari, you're freezing." As a reflex, I leaned down and placed my chest on top of her back. It wasn't enough, she was still shivering, so I pulled the sheet and blanket over her, then snuggled up against her, forming the covers around her form and throwing my arm and leg over her, anything to warm her up. I knew she was starting to respond when the pace of her breathing slowed down a little bit. After a few minutes like this, I heard her voice, muffled by the pillow, still filled with anguish. "She was there for me, Jack. I was on the edge. I was practically suicidal. Nana saved me. I don't know what I'm going to do..." "Baby, baby...," I tried. "Nana was the most wonderful, insightful, creative, intelligent woman in the world. If I told you the number of times she turned my life around, you would be shocked." The one that came to mind right now was the night I got thrown in jail after a run-in with a crazy drug dealer, and my mom and dad wouldn't even give me the time of day, but Nana bailed me out and made me work it off by repainting her house. Taught me a helluva lot about responsibility. She turned to me, and raised the sheet to her face to daub the tears. "I loved Nana more than anything, Share...and I was just up in my room crying like a baby too. So however long you need, just let it go. I'll be right here." and I tightened my embrace on her. She burst out with a fresh sob and a new flow of tears. I figured she was probably getting dehydrated the way she was crying, so I got up and got her a bottle of water from the mini-fridge in the corner. "Here, drink some of this. You need to replace those tears..." She sat halfway up and I tilted the bottle towards her opened mouth. she swallowed and opened up for another. she drained half the bottle this way before laying back down again, staring at the ceiling. "I suppose I should be stronger. I mean, she was a hundred years old. Not like she was gonna live forever..." "Come on, baby. When someone touches you like Nana touches the people she loves, doesn't matter if she's a hundred years old or five, it's gonna rip your heart out. but you know, I'm happy. when I saw Nana yesterday morning, she looked like she knew it was coming. and you know she said something to me last night, just before she went back to her room. Last thing she ever said to me." "What was that?" "She said, 'Take care of the girls.' Then she looked at where you three--You, Alex and Deb--were standing talking to each other. And I knew what I had to do. And I'm gonna do it. So I want you to help me, Shari. Help me honor Nana's last wish for me, and let me take care of you. Will you do that?" She smiled, and even while her tears were beginning to subside, I felt her draw strength from me as she sat up, reached out and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close. I don't think anyone has ever hugged me tighter than Shari did that morning. then she relaxed her grip long enough to look me in the eye and say, "Please don't leave me today, Jack. I need you so bad." "I need you too, baby. I need you too. but you need to get warmed up a little bit. Whaddya say we hop into a nice hot shower and help each other warm up? Then we'll go down and have fun at that pool party, just like Nana wanted us to do." She laughed silently, and took my hand as I lifted her up off the bed. We walked into the bathroom and I turned on the water, not too hot at first. I stripped off and then helped her take her stuff off. We got into the shower and I held her some more, letting the water beat down on her back. I felt as she started to relax and melt into me a little bit, and little by little turned the temperature of the water up to something really relaxing. We washed each other off. We kissed--deep, hard and urgent, but not a sexual urgency, more like a need to simply BE with each other right then and there. Finally, our blood now flowing nice and hot, we got out, towelled each other off, and looked around for our suits. My trunks were still here from the previous night, but she still only had pieces of Debbie's and Alex's bikinis. I picked up the phone and was getting ready to dial mine and Alex's room when there was a knock on the door. Since I had clothes on, I went to answer it. It was the other two. It was as if they knew what we were thinking, because they were wearing the bikinis, and, as they walked into the room, Debbie, who was wearing her top but Shari's bottoms, stripped them off and handed them to Shari, while Alex removed Shari's top and traded her for her own blue one. Eventually, they had it all sorted out and were wearing their own suits. The whole primary color thing was such a hoot to me, I laughed out loud when I looked at the three of them together. They started posing for me like they were swimsuit models or something. I'd wished I had a camera right at that moment, but, alas, that was about the only thing my PDA couldn't do. I opened my arms and waved them all into my embrace, and we had the nicest, warmest group hug I can ever remember. almost a 180 from last nights lurid, crazy group-sex romp, we were just glad we had one another to turn to to share this burden...after the hug, I noticed that the expression on Shari's face was one of true joy, and nothing like when I had first come into the room. I was so happy for her...for all of us. Before leaving the room, I grabbed a bottle of sun lotion out of my suitcase and squirted some on eight upturned palms, and we had ourselves a little community feel-up session that masqueraded as a sunscreen-application exercise. We made our way down to the pool, and the festivities seemed like they were just getting started. The sun was high in the clear blue sky, as if the day had been made to order for the party. All the little kids were splashing around in the shallow end of the pool, sporting their water-wings, closely watched by their parents. We saw Warren and a few other guys his age horsing around near the deep end, obviously trying to impress a half dozen or so girls, also around their own age who were laying out in the sun, pretending not to notice the boys. Some of the older folks had already staked out their places in the hot tub, and everybody seemed pretty happy overall, like they were taking Nana quite seriously when her videotaped ghost told them all to have fun. Either that or they had looked at the dollar amount on the legal papers and were inwardly planning what to do with their newly-inherited financial freedom... I noticed there were a half dozen or so chaise lounges in a row that had not yet been claimed, so I led the girls over to them and acted like an usher, inviting each of them to sit on a lounger. Shari was on the left, Debbie in the middle, and Alex on the right, all sporting new pairs of Ray-Bans, which they had apparently bought yesterday during their shopping excursion. I threw my towel on the one next to Shari's but I didn't sit down, instead continued to play-act as the servant. "What can I get you ladies to drink?" And Debbie, apparently speaking for them all, said, "Surprise us." I walked over to the bar, and told the bartender I wanted "four drinks with those little umbrellas in them," and as I waited, I looked past the pool gate and saw Leilani walking up to the gate. she was not wearing the green one-piece like she had the previous day, but now had on a purple string bikini that, believe it or not, was even more revealing than the ones my girls were wearing. I noticed her expression change to a pout when she read the sign on the pool gate that said, "Reserved for Private Party." She started to turn around when I called her by name. she turned around and said, "Jack! Hi! what's going on here?" Mister Jack Miller Ch. 09 By way of introduction, let me say that if you haven't read the first chapters of this story, then much of the next few pages will mean very little to you. So I suggest you go back and read "Mister Jack Miller: Chapters 1 thru 8" to get the background on this tale. That having been said, please...read on... ****** Well, true to form for Nana, the restaurant was 'All That,' and then some. From the time we walked in the door and the little old Italian couple greeted us with hugs and hearty handshakes, till the last sips of espresso and anisette, we were treated like kings (and so, naturally, we tipped like kings). I had the minestrone and manicotti, and over the course of the next hour and a half, we polished off three bottles of really good South African Shiraz. I almost ordered a fourth bottle, but remembered that we had to attend Nana's memorial immediately after dinner, so I held off, but memorized the vintner and year of the wine so I could seek more of it out later. During the course of the dinner, the conversation stayed more or less "PG-rated," although at different points throughout the meal, things were said that brought to mind some of the more intimate encounters I had had with the girls earlier in the week, so I was on the receiving end of a lot of hard, purposed stares, and found my foot and ankle being caressed more than once by a soft feminine foot. At one point, Debbie, Alex and Shari went off to the restroom together, leaving Leilani and myself alone at the table. As soon as the girls were out of earshot, Leilani turned to me, placed her hand squarely on my thigh and said, "So...Debbie tells me that you've got a pretty nice package under those shorts of yours." I think I would have been somewhat taken aback by her comment were it not for the wild, crazy week that I had already been a part of. "Well," I said, matter of factly as I squeezed her thigh just as she had done mine, "I'm flattered she feels that way..." "I'd love to feel that way myself," she said, now moving to squeeze the rapidly growing bulge in my shorts. "Oh, would you?," I said with a little leer at her, "perhaps that can be arranged at some point..." She was about to respond, when the other girls appeared from around the corner. I suppose if she'd been a part of the festivities thus far this week, she might not have worried about being so discreet, but she put a little distance between us. When the girls arrived at the table, I slid out both to help them back into the booth, but also to head out to the restroom myself, to get rid of some of the wine and to give my latest boner a chance to subside a little bit. When I went into the restroom, I made an instant mental comparison to the bathroom at the fast food place. This place was large, clean, with two private stalls (one of them large for handicapped access), two urinals, and two sinks. The flushers were all automatic, as were the faucets. It looked like a resort compared to the dirty, graffiti-splashed single room that Debbie and I had played in the previous afternoon. Anyway, I did my business, shook myself off, and, my dick having lost about half its stiffness by this point, I washed my hands and started to walk out of the room. As I opened the door, I saw Leilani just leaving the ladies' room. When she saw me, she grabbed my arm and whispered, "Anyone in there besides you?" "Um, no, why do you..." Before I could finish my thought, she had pulled me in through the door and hustled me into the large stall. After latching the door, she lifted her skirt up to reveal that she was not wearing panties (whether she had been that way all along or had just removed them in the restroom, I wasn't sure). Her pussy was bare save for a thin black strip of hair that caused one's eyes to follow it straight to her pussy. "I wanna feel that way NOW, Jack," she said as she undid my shorts and pulled both my shorts and briefs down to my ankles. She started jacking my dick, which quickly regained its erectile strength, and led me backwards to sit down on the toilet. She straddled me and positioned herself over my cock. In the space of less than a minute since we had come back into the bathroom, she was riding my cock, bouncing up and down on my lap, holding my shoulders for support as she fucked me. "Damn, Jack, Debbie was right, you DO got a nice one," she said as she guided my hands up under her tank top so I could play with her naked tits while she ground her pussy down on my rigid tool. I lifted the tank up and took one of her breasts into my mouth, sucking and licking her nipple as I squeezed and kneaded her other tit. "Bite me. Gently," she advised, so I gave her a little nip at the base of her nipple, causing her to moan audibly and put a little more effort into the fuck. "Oh, yeah, that's good," she breathed, "Keep that up..." Just then we heard the door to the restroom open, and footsteps. She got real quiet real fast, but didn't stop her grinding, but instead of bouncing up and down she switched to clutching my cock tightly in her pussy-grip. I gasped silently when I felt how strong her cunt was, and she put her finger to her lips in a "shhhhh" motion, then kissed me square on the lips to keep me quiet. We listened as the bathroom visitor peed into the urinal for what seemed like an eternity, then washed his hands, dried them off with a towel, and then left. As soon as the door closed, she whispered, "Fuck Jack, we gotta hurry or they're gonna wonder. Come here," she said as she stood up, bent over and placed her hands against the wall of the stall. I grabbed her hips and slammed my cock into her as hard and as fast as I could. It was all we could both do to stay quiet while we were both going wild with lust in this fast and furious stall-fuck...Finally I felt the come surge through me and I whispered loudly, "Here I go, girl!" I was gonna drive deep and come in her pussy, but suddenly she whirled around, squatted down in front of me and took my juice-covered cock into her mouth just as my cock started to spurt strong and hot. As she sucked, she reached down between her legs and fingered her pussy and clit, and brought herself the rest of the way to an orgasm as she drained my dick of all its fluid and cleaned all of her wetness off of it with her warm tongue. When she came, she almost fell over onto the floor, but I grabbed her arm and lifted her up, pressing her back against the door of the stall and driving my tongue into her mouth, tasting our juices as we gave ourselves a few moments to relax. Finally, we were "down" sufficient to rearrange our clothes. I cautiously opened the stall door, and went to the main door of the bathroom, then beckoned her to quickly exit while the hallway was clear. I gave her a second to get back to the table, peed one more time, then walked back to join the girls. As I approached, I could tell that they all knew what had been going on while Leilani and I were absent. Whether Leilani had told before I got there, whether they smelled the sex, or whether they just instinctively could tell based on our facial expressions, I'm not entirely sure--but it was clear that they were all okay with it. Maybe that was due to the fact that they had ordered that fourth bottle of wine while I was gone, and had almost drained the whole thing in the interim. Anyhow, dinner drew to a close, and I looked at my watch, and mentioned that we had about twenty minutes before the service, so we made our way out of the restaurant after a good-natured fight over who would pick up the check (Alex won, and I got to leave the tip). It was a great and satisfying meal, and I told the proprietor that I would definitely be returning again some day. ************* As we made our way out of the restaurant and down the street, I had Shari's left arm hooked on my right arm, with Alex holding her other hand. On my left, Leilani held my hand while Debbie walked with her arm around Leilani's bare waist. It took just a few minutes to make it back to the hotel, when I noticed Janelle sitting on a bench outside the main entrance to the hotel, crying into a Kleenex. I stopped and told the other girls I would catch up with them and sat down next to Janelle and asked her what was wrong. "I got fired," she said as she tried to make herself presentable to me by wiping her nose and drying her tears. "Fired? How?" "This asshole of a customer....," she said, regaining a little strength at the knowledge she'd be able to unload her story on a sympathetic ear. She told about how she had delivered a meal up to one of the rooms a little while ago. The guy in the room had made a pass at her, which she had tried to politely refuse. When he tried again, she insisted that he stop or she would have to leave. She said he had acted calmer after that, and had apologized, but just before she left the room, He did it again, throwing her onto his bed and trying, essentially, to rape her. "That's when my karate training kicked in," she said, describing how she had kicked him in the belly and given him several pointed shots in his crotch. He tried to fight back but she gave him a couple of well-placed chops and a final kick in the face, then escaped the room. "Before I'd gotten downstairs again, he had called down to the manager with some lame story how I had gone crazy because he had complained that there were pickles on his burger when he'd asked for none, and that I had beat him up for no reason, and that I was a 'dangerous person.'" She started bawling again. I held her close to me and told her that it would be all right. I then told her that she could come with us to the memorial service, and spend the rest of the evening with our little group. "But I'm not allowed to go inside," she said. "Don't worry," I said, "if anyone says anything to me, I'll sick Nana's attorney on 'em. Trust me, they'll back down in a hurry." "Thanks, Jack, you're the best." I held her close to me as I walked in through the main doors. The manager walked quickly up to us, and started to say to Janelle, "I thought I told you..." I stopped him and took him aside for a moment, and told him that unless he wanted to be seriously, and I mean seriously, shortchanged by the reunion party, and face both personal and corporate harassment lawsuits, he'd better back down in a hurry. Knowing I not only had a couple of great attorneys on the premises, plus enough money to make his life miserable gave me the confidence to put it to him as directly as I had. We quickly reached an understanding, and I sealed the deal by reserving the rooftop hot tub again for that night. He said, nervously, that it was on the house, and that I would be happy to all the free drinks that my party wanted. The last thing I said before rejoining Janelle was that he had better keep an eye on the guy who started all this mess, and conduct a thorough investigation. I would find out about a week later that not only had the guy tried to do the same thing to another room service girl a couple of days later, but that he had a history of these kinds of accusations. The end result was that the guy had ended up in jail, but that the manager had gotten fired himself for firing Janelle without a proper investigation. In fact, Janelle would not only get her job back, but she would end up as the new Room Service manager, because the current Room Service manager got promoted to Hotel Manager to take this asshole's place. But at that time, she was without a job and miserable, so I walked with her toward the ballroom and asked if she wanted to attend Nana's memorial service with us. When we got to the door and saw the big still shot of Nana from this morning's video on the big screen, she smiled and said, "I remember her. I delivered a couple of breakfasts to her this week. She was really sweet." So she joined us. the girls had saved a row of seats for us, and as we sat down, I introduced Janelle all round, and told them all that we had the hot tub again tonight, on the house. They started to ask how I'd managed that when the minister got up to the podium and started the memorial. It was a beautiful presentation. the room was filled with white roses, Nana's favorite flower, and there were momentos of her life displayed up on the stage. The one I focussed on was a big blown-up picture of Nana and about thirty other people, all of whom were related to her in one way, shape, or form. From the looks of the ages of the people I knew, it was taken about ten years ago. It was in the backyard of the big house, and the treehouse--the same one where Debbie and I used to play our little games--was the most prominent object in the background. I looked over at Debbie, and we exchanged a conspiratorial smile. After the minister said a few words, he invited anyone who wanted to to come up and say a few words. Great-Aunt Florence went first, and sang one of Nana's favorite lullabies. Warren went up next and talked at some length about how Nana had made him the successful athlete he was that day. Bhupinder went up and talked about how she first met Nana in Delhi and how Nana had founded an orphanage there, and how she'd introduced her to Ben. Then the V-twins got up and just said, "We love you, Nana!" which got a great round of applause. I saw Victoria rub her belly as if she'd felt something special when everyone responded to that. Finally, Alex got up and started about three different times to tell a story about something that Nana had done for her when she was fifteen, but she kept stopping to cry, so I ran up to the stage and hugged her, and helped her back to her seat. I figured I oughtta say something, so I got up and just started babbling. I don't even remember what I said that evening, because it was just a stream of phrases...knew what was in your heart...never said no when you asked for help...whole neighborhood loved her...saved my ass more than once (that got a lot of nods and tears flowing in the crowd)...so special...thankful she lived a long and happy life...before you knew it I was stopping to wipe the tears, so I just closed out with, "like the girls just said, Nana, we love you." The next half hour or so was dedicated to a reception of light snacks, coffee and punch, and I think everyone in the room hugged everyone else at one point or another. I took a minute to invite Mom and Warren and the V-girls up to the rooftop. Mom had begged off, but Warren, Victoria and Viviana said they'd love to come. It was about nine o'clock by now, and I was about ready for a nice soak in the hot tub. I went with Alex and Janelle back to the room. Alex had told Janelle that she had bought a new swimsuit during the week, so she could wear the one Alex had brought. Thinking it best to be a little discreet at this point, I went into the bathroom to change while Alex and Janelle stayed in the bedroom. I came out and was pretty impressed. Alex's suit, which seemed to fit Janelle pretty well (though it was a little tight in the chest area) was a black one-piece suit, almost completely backless, with subtle dark-blue and dark-green vertical stripes. It was cut high over her hips, and the back split her ass-cheeks nicely. When she saw me emerge from the bathroom, she posed and turned round, bending over and jiggling her ass in my direction, which made me think of the previous afternoon when I had fucked her ass in the shower. "WOOHOO!" I said, reacting to the jiggling display of flesh, then went up to her and squeezed both her asscheeks firmly but playfully. "Now, now, Jack," Alex said, "You shouldn't be messing with the hotel employees." Completely avoiding any mention of the previous afternoon, I nevertheless said, "Well, she's no longer an employee here, so I can 'mess' with her all she wants me to." Janelle gave a mock-shocked gasp, then we left the room and headed up to the roof. Shari, Viviana and Victoria were already waiting at the door, so I carded us quickly in and assessed the situation. It was pretty much the same as the previous night, though there was a significantly larger selection of drinks available, as well as some finger sandwiches on a tray. I clicked on the bubbles and the stereo, and we all got in. I distributed preferred drinks. Victoria opted for a Coke since she was in "the family way," but everyone else had either a beer, or, in Shari's case, a Jack and Coke. The atmosphere was much more low-key than last night's circus of sex, and we just hung out in the pool, sharing stories about Nana and trying to figure out (since this was everyone's last night) when we'd all be able to get together again. It was left open that night, but we all pretty much agreed that we would, at some point, be getting back together sooner than later (and since most of us in the tub had been the recipient of one of Nana's special envelopes, we had much more freedom to decide when and where it could happen. At one point during the evening, several of us were engaged in a heated conversation about politics or something like that, when we looked over to where Warren and the V-twins were sitting, and he was leaning back with his head on the edge of the Jacuzzi, and one arm around each of the girls. They had their heads on his shoulders and were kissing his neck, and even though the surface of the water was suffused with bubbles, I was fairly certain that Victoria--or maybe both of them--were stroking his dick under the water, and that he was stroking Victoria's pregnant belly as if he were the father or something--which, considering how close I had become to a few close family members this week, wouldn't have surprised me one bit. He opened his eyes and noticed that we were all looking in their direction, and, even though I had a smile on my face, he still looked a little uncomfortable at being caught in such a predicament. Shortly thereafter, the three of them excused themselves all at the same time, saying that they had to get up for early flights the next day, but the way he grabbed both their asses as they waited for the elevator, I had a feeling that they were not planning on sleeping anytime soon. So that left the six of us, five girls and myself. I sat quietly with the air jets digging into my back, thinking about everything that had happened to me the last several days. I thought about each one of the girls, and the talks we'd had, the feelings we'd shared, and of course I smiled when I recalled all of the intense physical sensations that each one of them had produced in me and I in them. I laughed softly at the irony of it all as I thought about it. Not three weeks ago, I had been shocked, angered, and hurt when I saw the kind of things that my wife was doing with her boy-toys on the video tapes. And even though what had been happening here these last several days was done from a standpoint that I was a free man, I had had more sex--and not just sex, but intense, joyous, thrilling, fun sex--in these last three-plus days than I could ever remember having in such a short space of time ever. What a mind-blower. And for some unforeseen reason, my thoughts actually turned to Donna. I wondered if she was still sleeping in my bed, still waiting eagerly for my return, and how much I would tell her about what I'd been up to this week. Part of me figured, after what she had helped me with to prepare for my denouement with Wendy, she would be shocked and horrified, another part of me felt she would be utterly turned on by it. but I wouldn't have to worry about that until tomorrow night at the earliest. I was brought back to the present time and place in an instant when I felt something tugging at my trunks. I opened my eyes and was looking straight into Janelle's eyes. She was stark naked, and her breasts were roiling and wobbling on the surface of the water as she fumbled with the tie-string and started to slide them down off my hips. Mister Jack Miller Ch. 09 "What the...?" I said as I looked past her and saw that all four of the other girls had also removed their swimsuits and were sitting all together on the other side of the hot tub, their arms over each other, staring at Janelle and me as if we were on stage or something. Shari was the one who spoke up. "Well, Jackie darling, the five of us took a vote and decided that since Janelle is the only one who hasn't, well...you know...yet, that she would get first dibs on you tonight." Janelle spoke up, "I voted for Shari--don't blame me." I looked into Janelle's eyes and started to say, "But--" when she kissed me square on the lips to shut me up, then, satisfied that I wan't going to speak again, she leaned toward my ear and whispered, "I won't tell if you won't." I remembered the looks that Debbie had given me the previous night when she saw me looking at Janelle, so I looked over at her and she winked at me. Well, then, I thought, if that's the way it's gonna be... And that's pretty much how things went for the remainder of the night. It was like last night all over again, only with two more participants. I don't know how I managed it, but I actually came twice more that night, the first time was in Janelle's pussy during that first fuck, and the second time was when all five of them had lined up in a row, leaning over the edge of the tub with their asses pointed in my direction. I went from one to the other, down the line, pumping a few strokes into each girl's pussy, then moving onto the next, and so on. Because of my three previous orgasms that day, and the fact that I kept having to pull out after every few strokes, I lasted for quite a long time. I did, however, gain a better understanding of the subtleties of the insides of each of those five pussies, and learn more exactly what was going to make each one them moan or gasp or push back hard against me. It was like I was doing a self-study on the art of serial fucking. eventually though, the overstimulation got to me, and when I finally announced that I was ready to come, they all turned around and sat down in the tub as I jerked my cock and sprayed come on each one of their faces. Also, I got the opportunity, as she had promised me, to eat Shari's pussy. but the really cool thing about it was that Debbie and Leilani, who both had had quite a lot of experience at it, were able to teach me some things about the female sex organ that I never would have guessed being the clumsy, stupid man that I was. In fact, I'm quite sure that the orgasm Shari had when Leilani was licking her clit was probably the biggest she'd ever had, and I wondered for a minute if my ministrations were going to be anticlimactic until I felt her pussy clamp around my probing fingers as I licked her clit the way Leilani had taught me, after which Shari sank down into the water, wrapping her legs around me as she sat in my lap facing me, and kissed me like she was even more on fire with lust than she was before that orgasm... We didn't have any particular time limit tonight, but eventually, over the course of the next few hours, our collective stamina wound down, and we spent the last forty five minutes or so just exchanging random naked hugs and staring up into the starry sky, enjoying this last night as much as we possibly could. Eventually, about 2 am, we all decided it was time to pack it in, and, we headed out. Leilani, Alex, Debbie and Janelle all got off on the tenth floor, and Shari and I got off on the eighth. When we got to her room, it was almost like deja vu from last night, only this time we knew we would not be awakened by a phone call, at least not a call like the one that had shocked us awake this morning. And again, like last night, we collapsed into each other's arms. We didn't wake up during the night, however, and when the sun rose and shone brightly into the window, we slowly began to kiss each other, running our hands over each others' nakedness, and this time we made love, slow, sexy, wonderful, like the best morning sex you can remember. I had to dress and pack, so after making sure that Shari was firmly ensconced in a nice hot shower, I made my way upstairs to my room, and when I opened the door, I got a little bit of a surprise. Laying spooning in Alex's bed were Alex and Leilani, while Debbie and Janelle were embracing in my bed. They had all been asleep, but when I came in they all slowly began to stir. "Hey, girls, don't mind me," I whispered as I stripped off my trunks and headed into the bathroom. I took a piss, then stood there, naked, shaving my face, occasionally turning my head to look at the jumbled masses of female flesh that were stirring in the bedroom. The sex I had just had with Shari was about all my cock could take, so even though I started to get a semi-hard-on from gazing at this relaxed and unashamed display of tits and asses and pussies, I was fairly certain there was no way I was gonna be able to come again anytime in the next few days. I laughed inwardly when I recalled how I had originally braced myself for a week rooming with Uncle Hal, and ended up with this... I finished my shave and turned on the shower. Debbie was the first to actually get out of bed, and she staggered up and into the bathroom just as I was stepping into the shower. "'Mornin', Jackie," she said, and kissed me on the lips before sitting down on the toilet. I got into the shower and started to shampoo my hair. I was just rinsing it off when the curtain opened and Debbie stepped in, "Hey, can I join you? I need a shower too." Well, I wasn't about to complain, so as I started to spread the body wash over my skin, I turned the shower head to hit Debbie's scalp and neck, and she let out a low moan that sounded like this shower was the first of many steps she would be taking to get rid of a hangover. Eventually, I was ready to rinse myself off, so I slipped past her under the shower and started to let the water course over my skin. She suddenly realized that my taller frame had blocked the water from pounding on her back and groaned, "Hey, that's not fair, you're taller than me." So I said, "can't help it, but if you need to you can climb up on me and then you'll be as tall as I am." "Sounds fair," she mumbled, and wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled herself up into my arms. I wrapped my arms around her as she wrapped her legs around my torso. I turned around so that she was under the shower spray again, and she said, "AAAAaaaaahhhhhmmmm...thanks, Uncle Jackie. You're so sweet." As you can imagine, when her body relaxed, she allowed her ass to sink down a little bit, and, next thing you know, the head of my dick is in her pussy. She opened her eyes wider than she had done up to this point and said, "What are you trying to do, Jack? Wake a girl up or something?" "Um, well, I hadn't planned..." I mumbled, not sure whether my cock could take much more stimulation right now. But she nevertheless continued to sink down, driving my hard-on higher up into her. When she had fully engulfed my cock, she leaned back under the shower head and the water sprayed all over her chest and belly, pooling up where our bodies were latched together. She reached up and grabbed the shower head, changing the stream to a jet, and directed it toward where my cock was buried inside her. It must have hit her clit or something, because as soon as it started to splash there, she started to shake and buck against me, moaning rather loudly. And me? I'm just standing there, enjoying the sensation as her pussy clamped and gripped me wildly there in the shower. Eventually, her orgasm subsided, and she relaxed more, releasing the vise-like grip that her legs had on my torso. "I can't believe you're still hard," she cooed into my ear as she got off me and gave my dick a few playful strokes. "I can't believe I could even GET hard after last night," I replied. We finished rinsing each other off and turned off the shower. When we opened the curtain, the other three girls were standing there with a "Debbie's busted" look on their faces. She just bounced past them with her hips swaying and said, "Ya snooze ya lose, girls." But, of course, they were already over it, because now they were staring at my dick, which was just as hard as it had been when Debbie had first gotten on it. I felt cornered. "Now, girls, do you wanna KILL me or something? COME ON..." But it was too late. Alex was already kissing my lips, Janelle was on her knees sucking my dick, and Leilani had lifted her leg up onto the sink and was guiding my hand toward her pussy. Needless to say, after about forty five minutes of various positioning, stroking, sucking, probing and fucking, it became clear to the girls that I wasn't going to come anytime soon, so they finally let me go, but not until after I had managed to help each one of them come at least once more. I got dressed in a pair of loose-fitting jeans and a plain white T-shirt, packed up the rest of my things and called up to Shari's room to see if she was ready to go. "Plane leaves in less than two hours, and you know how security's been lately." I smooched with all four of the girls for about a minute each before finally saying goodbye, extending the handle on my rolling suitcase and walking out the door. On my way to the elevator, my cell phone rang. It was Donna. "So, you're coming home, then? You want me to pick you up at the airport?" I had left my car in the long-term parking area, so I said, "no thanks, I got my car." Which was probably for the best. I didn't really need for Donna and Shari to be meeting up before I'd had time to ponder what how I was going to proceed with both of these relationships. I did, however, make a date with Donna for that evening, as I knew that Shari would have to go back home tonight. She had told me that she had a lot of work to catch up on, and a few appointments (even one date) that she had to keep over the next several days. "I don't really feel like cooking tonight, though. Whaddya say we order Room Service?" "What? Jack, I think you've been living in a hotel way too long. I'll just pick something up on my way over from work. How about Thai food?" "Sounds great," I said. She knew that Thai food was my favorite, from times she and I and Wendy had gone out together in the past. "How about 8:00?" "Sounds good. Can't wait to see you, Jack. Feels like it's been a month." "For me too, Donna. For me, too..." ********** On the way to the airport, Shari and I agreed that we would spend a weekend together in two weeks. That would give us both some time to get back into our normal grooves and for me to iron out details of the divorce and suss out just where Wendy's head was at these days. Of course, she'd decided to wear the same outfit she'd worn on the flight out here (less the panties she'd left on the outbound flight), which did nothing to relieve the twitching throbbing ache that my cock was experiencing right at that moment. I had made up all these grand plans to mess with Shari on the flight home, but two things prevented us from doing anything truly wild. One was that since I had upgraded us to first class, the seats were actually separated from one another, so it wasn't quite as easy to snuggle up together as it was on the flight out. The second thing was that, despite the previously mentioned inconvenience, the seats were still VERY comfortable, so both of us, before the plane had even reached its cruising altitude, were fast asleep, our bodies no doubt recovering from the wild week they had just experienced. We didn't even realize how hard we had slept until we heard the Captain's voice telling us that we were going to be landing soon. We looked at each other and laughed. "I hope your dreams were as good as mine," I said. "Hmmm, well, I guess that depends. If you were having the same dream as I did," and with that she discreetly brought my hand up under her skirt to feel just how wet she was. "Wow...that musta been SOME dream," I said. I brought the hand to my lips and sucked all of her juices off of it. We got out into the terminal and headed for the parking structure. We had both driven to the airport in our respective cars, I in my Volvo and her in her Mercedes (I was actually hoping she had been dropped off, because I had hoped to drive her home. Oh, well). Simultaneously, we saw our cars, and discovered a bizarre coincidence, specifically that we had parked in adjacent spaces. We took that as a sign that we were meant to be together all along. We stood there next to our cars, kissing and hugging for what seemed like an eternity. I even managed to slip my hands up under her skirt to knead and fondle her bare ass cheeks and finger her holes a bit while we sucked on each others' tongues and ground our crotches together. Finally, we separated, renewing our promises to call and email every day. Just before she drove off, she unbuttoned her blouse and opened it long enough to give me a nice parting look at her tits, then she buttoned one of the buttons back up and drove off. I took a deep breath and lay back against the seat. My mind was filled with so many images, most of them sexual, some of them poignant, some of them funny, but all of them vivid. I thanked Nana under my breath for such a great week, then turned on my car and drove out of the parking structure and toward the highway. Mister Jack Miller Ch. 10 By way of introduction, let me say that if you haven't read the first chapters of this story, then much of the next few pages will mean very little to you. So I suggest you go back and read "Mister Jack Miller: Chapters 1 thru 9" to get the background on this tale. That having been said, please...read on... ****** When I finally made it home, I looked at the clock. It was about four fifteen. I made a quick call to my lawyer and asked him if there was any new news, but he said it had been quiet for the last few days. I called work and checked in there. There would be a helluva lot of work piled up on my desk when I got in on Monday, so I resolved to make the most of my weekend, including pondering whether, with my new-found fortune, whether I even wanted to return to work on Monday AT ALL. Finally, I called Donna and told her that I made it home safely, and she told me again how much she was looking forward to seeing me again. There was a sexy lilt in her voice, and I decided then and there that I was not only going to have another shower, but that I would probably need to take another nap until she got here if I was to have any strength whatsoever for what I was hoping would be a nice night with her. After the shower, but still wrapped only in a towel, I took a tour of the apartment, bringing into reality all the gifts that Donna had shown me via video earlier in the week. I put a couple of bottles of white wine into the fridge. then I walked into the bedroom. Donna had left a peach-colored teddy on the bed, perhaps something she had worn the previous night (though perhaps something she was intending to wear tonight?). I picked them up and smelled that rosewater scent. I dressed in black cotton/spandex boxer-briefs, loose-fitting white cotton pants, and a black silk shirt. Leaving a pair of slippers by the bed, I lay down on top of the comforter, rested my head on a pillow, and drifted off to sleep... I had forgotten that Donna had a key. But when I felt her hand on my shoulder, gently shaking me awake, I was quickly reminded of the fact. "Jack, sweetie. Wake Up. I brought us some dinner." I looked up to see a vision. She had gotten her hair done. It was much shorter than I had seen it on the video the other night, but the cut was still very feminine. She was wearing a knee-length short-sleeved white dress which, had it been a little more sheer, might have passed for a nightie. But the thing that really got me noticing her was the fact that I could see her underwear through her dress. It had to have been the loudest color I had ever seen. It was a matching bra-and-thong set, in a day-glo orange, not unlike those glow-in-the-dark road construction signs you see on the roads. Even with the color muted somewhat by the dress, it was pretty intense. "Damn, girl, you tryin' to blind me with that underwear?" She giggled and said, "No, sir, I've got other things that'll probably make you go blind, but this was designed to keep your eyes opened. I knew you'd be tired tonight..." She was sure right about that. Although if she knew that the plane flight was not the most prominent reason for my fatigue, she might have raised an eyebrow. Nevertheless, I latched on to an important fact she had mentioned. "Dinner...sounds good." She rolled her eyes, perhaps having hoped that I was a little more interested in her than in the meal at the moment, which I was, but I still needed to replenish my strength somewhat if I was going to make it worth her while. She stood up and took my hand, helping me to get up off the comfy bed, and led me into the other room. She had taken the dinner, which she had brought in styrofoam and cardboard containers, and transferred it rather prettily to some really good china. There were a couple of taper candles burning in nice antique candleholders, and a bottle of white wine sitting in a beautiful silver ice-bucket. "Wow, Donna, that's beautiful. Almost a shame to eat it. Did you haul all these dishes over from your apartment?" "No, silly," she said as I pulled her chair out for her before sitting down myself. "It's all yours. I had this place fully stocked, Jack." "Which reminds me," I said as I stood up again to kneel by your chair, "I never properly thanked you for helping me out. Not just for the apartment, but for everything. I owe you a lot, Donna, and I hope I get a chance to make it clear how much I appreciate it all." With that, I turned her to face me in her chair, and took her face into my hands and leaned in to give her a soft kiss on the lips. It wasn't a probing kiss, but one that I had truly intended to be a heartfelt 'Thank You' for everything. She shivered slightly when I pulled back away from her face. "Oh, my...are you warm enough?" She looked back at me, in a look that indicated she was trying to properly register that I was back in town again. "Oh, trust me, Jacob, I am so warm right now, it's not even funny...But..." and here she said this with a sternness that indicated that she understood how truly tired I was at the moment, "If we don't eat this food soon, IT's not going to be very warm, and YOU're going to end up passing out on me before nine....and we wouldn't want THAT to happen, would we?" I couldn't imagine how she had remembered that the "Dragon of Fire" was my favorite dish from this restaurant, or that I always ordered a double helping of Pad Thai from THIS restaurant but not from any other Thai place I ate at, but she did. It was like she was my wife or something. I caught myself in that thought and had a bittersweet moment where I wondered how the cards had turned up that I had ended up with Wendy, and not her or Shari or someone like them. In short, it was a beautiful meal. The Zinfandel went perfect with the hot chicken dish, and even the tapioca dessert tasted about as fresh as I ever remember coming from that restaurant. I was full, and Donna seemed really happy, and really beautiful. We sipped cappuccino out on the balcony (yes, the decorator had put an espresso machine into the apartment), then when a slight chill came into the air, went back inside and danced some slow dances to my Michael Buble CD. At one point during our dance, I had kissed her, this time not like the one before dinner, but a slow, sensual kiss, designed more to see where she was at, romatically speaking, whether she was ready to take this evening to another level. After receiving a "yes" from the kiss, I whispered into her ear, "I have to visit the little boy's room, but I'll meet you on the bed." Of course, when I emerged from the bathroom, I saw her laying on her side on the bed, the last two glasses of wine from the bottle in her hand, looking toward me with an 'I've been waiting for this moment for longer than you can imagine' look on her face. I would later learn that she had had a crush on me since the first day she met me at my wedding, when she had appeared as one of Wendy's bridesmaids. One of the things that I noticed almost immediately when I approached the bed was that while I was in the bathroom, Donna must have removed her underwear, because all I could see was white. There was no trace left of the loud orange screaming behind the sheer fabric. When I finally lay next to her on the bed, taking the wine glass from her hand and drinking a toast to 'Coming Home,' I noticed the shape of her body behind the dress, and the subtle colorings of her feminine charms peeking through in the dim light from the only lamp in the room, a single bed-lamp that shone from behind her on the opposite nightstand. After the toast, I took the glass from her and set it on my nightstand, and lay facing her on the bed. We were both laying there, our heads propped up by our elbows, very quiet, with my Luther Vandross CD playing softly on the stereo in the other room. I don't remember--not even that night when we had almost kissed when we were setting up the surveillance equipment--ever seeing her look as delicious and inviting as she did right then. I inched my body closer, and leaned my head toward hers. The kiss picked right up where the one in the other room had left off, and I soon rolled her over onto her back, where she invited me on top of her to kiss her some more, and to run my hand over her body, caressing her all over through the light cotton fabric. The thing I first noticed about her breasts were their unusual shape. I thought back to times when I had seen her or been with her when I was still married to Wendy, but I couldn't remember a single instance when I ever saw her without either a bra, a bikini top, or several layers of clothing in between my eyes and her breasts. But as I felt them now, I discovered the first indications that her breasts were very unique. First of all, their size was nothing spectacular, certainly nothing that would compete with the breasts of any of the girls back at the reunion. they couldn't have been more than a A cup. But it wasn't the cup size that really made my eyebrows raise and my dick twitch. It was her nipples. I can't remember ever seeing nipples as thick and as large as hers. If you want a visual image to compare the shape, imagine for a moment a small orange, cut in half, with a large marshmallow sitting on top of it--her nipples were HUGE. I have since heard them described as "puffies", but I looked once on the internet for pictures of girls with puffy nipples, and they were pretty similar, but Donna's were, by far, the biggest I had ever seen. And the last thing that made them, in my book, so unique, was that her the color of her nipples wasn't really all that much darker or pinker than the surrounding skin, so if you were looking at her from a distance, you might have thought that she didn't HAVE any nipples at all... When I first ran my hands over her breasts, I was so curious, I leaned down and took one of her enormous nipples in my mouth and began feeling its shape with my lips, then began to suck on them through the fabric of her dress. It was clear that she was turned on, because they were hard, but the hardness, too, was different than any other nipples I'd ever experienced. On a typical pair of "pencil-eraser" nipples, you can feel the tightness of the skin and the hardness throughout, but Donna's nipples felt different. I began to slide her dress up off her body so that I could experience these curiosities first-hand, As I got her dress up over her head, tossing it off the bed, I returned my attention to her nipples, placing my mouth for the first time on her naked nipple. It was as if there was a hard core deep inside the nipple that continued go harden as I licked and sucked all over her nipple, but the outside remained soft, and, if this makes any sense, actually got softer as I continued to play with them. Of course, I couldn't spend all my time on one breast, so I moved my hand up and began to twist and pinch at her other nipple as I continued to minister to the first one with my tongue. "So, Jack," Donna heaved as she reveled in my oral attentions, then her voice took a serious, kind of sad tone when she said, "You're not horrified by my mutant nipples?" I lifted my head and there was a wetness in her eyes as she looked down at me. "What do you mean "mutant?," I said, "These are the most incredible tits I have ever seen. The way I see it, you've been given a great gift..." She laid her head back and looked at the ceiling with an anguished look on her face. I stopped playing with her tits and just lay there on top of her, my head propped up on my elbows and looking down at her face, I whispered, "What's wrong, baby? Talk to me..." She told me about how her breasts had always caused her one kind of grief or another. When all the other girls in gym class were getting big boobs, she said, hers stayed small. "That was bad enough," she said, "but when I was about sixteen, something started happening to my nipples. Over about the next year and a half, they just started growing. Like my DNA had somehow been programmed wrong to make my nipples get big and my tits stay the same size. "And it wouldn't have been so bad, I think, if it wasn't for two things. One was my mom, who, once she realized that my breasts were 'unusual,' basically told me to do everything I could to hide them from the boys' eyes, lest they get weirded out when they see them. So I did, and since then I've pretty much worn heavily padded bras and swimsuits, to kind of draw attention away from my tits. I got joked about in school too. I got a nickname in the girl's locker room. I was "The Mutant," hence my question a minute ago. the nickname spread across campus and I was marked for the rest of high school. And, you know, as much as I hated Mom for making me hide them, she WAS sort of right, because more than half the guys I've ever gone out with, once they see my tits, they never call me again. And I've experimented, too. I've let them fuck me on the first date, but if they see my tits, they start making excuses why there's no second date. Or I hold off as long as I can, only giving it up when I think there's a real chance of a lasting relationship, and somehow, once they see them, the relationship starts to slowly fall apart. With one guy I even tried making love to him seven or eight times before I let him take my bra off. But you should have seen the look on his face when he first laid eyes on them. I knew at that exact moment that he was gonna drift away. And he did. And I KNOW it's all because of this curse on my chest." "Oh, Donna, sweetheart, come here," I said as I sat up and pulled her up to a sitting position, and brought her up onto my lap, facing me. "Now you listen to me and listen well. I really don't know how you went this long feeling this way, but I'm telling you right now, it ends today. When I first saw these babies," I said as I reached up between us and kneaded one breast while squeezing the other nipple between my fingertips, "I thought I was the luckiest man in the world. they're beautiful," and I leaned her back long enough to kiss her left nipple-tip, "And unless I miss my guess," kissing the other one and licking it for a moment, "I think you like it when I do this," taking her whole right breast into my mouth and sucking as hard as I can, while swirling my tongue around the great marshmallow, and biting it gently at the base. "Oh, Jack, oh baby...," she started to cry, "That feels so beautiful...nobody ever..." "Hush now, just let me take care of you, darling," I said as I slipped her off of my lap, and stood up long enough to strip my clothes off. Then I remembered. This whole time we had been on top of the comforter. "So what's this about these great bed sheets?" This served to dry her tears and focus her attention on something else for a moment. "You mean you haven't felt them yet? Oh, I guess not since I DID find you laying here on top of everything when i came in. Come on, check this out." She pulled the comforter back and there they were, black as night and shiny as patent leather. First, she took my hand and brought it down on the sheet and just ran my hand over it. I looked her in the eyes and said, "Wow...this is cool." "Just wait till you feel this!," she said as she pulled it way back and lay down on the bed with her head on one of the shiny pillows. Then, she brought the shiny black top-sheet over her naked body, and, reaching toward me, she said, "Come here." So I lay down on top of her, the only thing between us being this awesome sheet. And it was amazing. I know that if my cock was not already at full-mast from the incredible sensations I had already been feeling as a result of experiencing Donna's nipples, It would have quickly gotten there from this feeling. Not only were the sheets about the sexiest, slipperiest, softest and lightest non-human things that have ever come in contact with my skin, but the fact that Donna was underneath the sheet, humping up against me and wriggling around was bringing me dangerously close to the edge. It REALLY felt great. The next morning I resolved to buy every woman I'd been with this week a set of these sheets for their own beds. But in the present moment, I could tell that Donna was looking into my face to see if I felt the same thing that she had been feeling all this week that she'd been sleeping in my bed. I think it's pretty safe to say that I was. I smiled down into her eyes as she kicked the sheets untucked with her feet and wrapped her legs and the sheet around me, using her ankles and calves to slide the sheets against my ass and thighs. "Isn't this great, Jack? I knew you would love this..." But I just had to try one more thing. I sat up a little bit, and took an edge of the sheet in my hand, then I started to drag the sheet over Donna's incredible nipples. "Ooommmhhh, Jack, that's so....mmmmhhhh, nice...," and she continued moaning and cooing and humping up against me as I let the fabric play over her nipples. I know it was really affecting her, because the more I did it, the louder she got, the more she laughed, the harder she humped me. I started to slide my cock against the quickly moistening, but still quite slippery, portion of the sheet that covered her pussy, and I knew that if I were to keep it up for much longer, I was gonna blow all over my cool new sheets. But I had a much better idea. "Donna, darling, As much as I love this, and I Doooooo....love this," I said as I broke contact with her and with the sheet, "This thing is getting in the way of something much more important to me." As I said this last I was lifting the sheet off of her and pulling it back down the bed, then repositioning myself on top of her, I slid my shaft against her warm entrance as I reached around her thighs and ran my palms ever-so-lightly over her nipples... "And what, dear Jack, could possibly be more important than..." her voice trailed off as she concentrated on the feel of my cock and my palms. "THIS," I said straight into her eyes as, without looking down or guiding myself, I slipped back so that the head of my cock was positioned at her entrance, and on the next forward stroke, I was in her to the hilt. "OOOmmm, JACK, oh..." she said. panting, a look of delighted surprise in her eyes. "Well, if you feel that that's more important, then, by all means, have at it." She grabbed my arms, which were now planted at her sides, for leverage, then raised her hips up off the bed to give me a nice new angle of penetration. "Have at it, I say..." And have at it--or, perhaps I should say, 'Have it,' I did. I was on fire. The number of incredible sensations that we had heaped on top of each other in the last few minutes were just too much, and after about seven hard, piercing thrusts deep into her pussy, during which Donna was looking up into my eyes with the most delighted encouraging shouts of "That's it Jack, give it to me, boy, just like that," I came. Sensory overload had taken its toll, and I was a bowl of jelly in a matter of seconds, collapsed on top of her with this intense, racking orgasm that was over in a matter of seconds as well. But here's the cool thing about it. I could remember many a time when I was with Wendy, when I had come too soon for her tastes, and whenever it happened she would whine or berate me for not being able to last very long. For that reason, I had always considered it a weakness to unload that fast. I mean, this last week at the reunion, the experiences were so widely varied in their circumstances that I didn't really have time to think about it. It wasn't until this most recent climax when I wondered if Donna would think me less of a man because I came so quickly, but she wrapped her arms around me, and kept on whispering in my ear, "That's my boy, Jack, oh MAN did I need that..." I wasn't sure at that moment whether she had come or not, but the way she just folded me up in her arms and told me that the fast-and-hard thing was good for her, well, it just inspired me to do more for her.