0 comments/ 18708 views/ 4 favorites Shaded Creek B&B Ch. 01 Pt. 01 By: Poetics13 Sorry the end of this leaves you hanging... Part Two will be up soon! ----------- Springing up in bed, reacting frantically to the drilling percussions of his alarm clock, Cal realized he was indeed conscious, yet again. Another day, a beautiful one, judging by the amount of light streaming in through his window. With a deep sigh, a long pause, and another, deeper sigh, Cal half rolled and half jumped out of his bed. Sunny it may be, but in his temporary establishments here at Shaded Creek Bed & Breakfast, the thirty-six degree morning was felt more than he preferred. Still, he got to live in a two room cottage rent free, and it didn't affect his salary much either! Cal enjoyed being the General Needs Manager, he got to use a chainsaw whenever he wanted, sometimes when he didn't, and also help tend to the couples and families that passed through like clock work; an interesting balance. He got dressed in a hurry, even with the heater at full blast, a strong breeze still made it through visible and invisible cracks. The house was full up heading into the weekend, so Cal's efforts were dedicated to keeping the folks happy and trouble free inside. Dressing accordingly, he put on a pair of dark low-rise jeans, and tucked in a casual, white button-up shirt. Putting on a belt, and tossing on his leather chucks he opened the door and jogged across the lawn to the main house. His long legs and lanky body combined with the hangover he'd somehow managed to get from smoking too much the night before, made for an amusing sight, as his attempted bee-line for the door ending up curving more than he would ever admit. Finally reaching the confines of the expansive, six-bedroom mansion, Cal rubbed his arms to warm up as he headed upstairs to the kitchen. Janice was putting the finishing touches on the day's breakfast and it smelled fabulous. She smiled and greeted him as he topped the stairs gesturing towards a plate on the counter. A few crepes and a handful of diced strawberries lay in wait. Giving Janice a big hug, and assuring her that she was the best, he grabbed a fork and some syrup. The plate was empty shortly thereafter. Fed, and having no other excuse to delay the start of his day, Cal went to the office to see what was on the schedule for his day. Pretty typical, that morning he was to help clean and ready two rooms for a family arriving later that afternoon, and his afternoon and evening would consist of being on call for anything they needed help with. Lather, rinse, and repeat... Tom, Janice's husband and Cal's other boss, teased him, saying that he was pretty sure the daughter coming later was about his age. They made their usual crude, fantastical jokes and moved on. Cal went up, stripped both beds and got them in the wash. General Needs really meant general needs. He vacuumed, neatened, and adjusted the room to a metrosexual degree. Its what he was paid for, after all. By noon, both rooms were spotless and the whole second floor was looking tidier. He took a long lunch, sitting out on the deck eating an apple, taking a bite every few minutes and chewing while he zoned out on the mountains in front of him. Even in the winter, the Blue Ridge Mountains were awe inspiring, especially when it hurt your neck to look at the ridgeline for too long. He was lost in some other world when he heard a vehicle coming down the driveway. Cal got up and launched his apple core towards the woods. He cringed when it bounced off the tin roof of his cottage, but played it off and went on in the house. Peaking out the front windows, he waited for the opportune time to go out and help with luggage while they checked in with Tom. The driver's door opened, and Cal opened the front door. He was halfway across the landing when the back door opened; he instantly saw a blonde head exiting. Pausing at the top of the steps and sending a pleasant and practiced greeting to the dad, Cal's eyes stayed locked on the blonde hair as it rose out of the sedan. Ooo, she was tall. Maybe five-ten? And... yes! Long, slender legs. C'mon, turn toward the trunk. Yes! Perfectly buxom! She glanced up at Cal when he replied to some irrelevant thing her dad was talking about, and caught him looking right at her. Red handed, Cal just smiled his best smile and broke eye contact, looking at her dad for the first time. He was looking at her, and then glanced back at Cal a second later. Cal was sure he saw the dad shake his head ever so slightly; but his countenance was still friendly. Cal sighed; he descended the stairs and met Mom, Dad, and Daughter at the trunk. He said he would take their luggage to their rooms if they wanted to go on inside and check in. The parents obliged, and started up the steps. The blonde stayed behind. "I'm Jackie," she stuck out her hand with a smile. "Cal. Its so nice to meet you." He couldn't help but say it with a minute devilish grin. "Can I take your bag for you?" "That's alright, you'll have your hands full with my parent's. I'll spare you the second trip." She bent over and picked up her bag. She bent over. Cal's hands were twenty inches from that perfect round.... She stood back up. "Whatcha lookin' at?" Cal went beat red. Reaching for the nearest excuse, "I was admiring your... pumps... They do great things for your... legs..." He shook his head as his excuse failed miserably. She laughed, "Mhmm," and started walking toward the steps. Cal quickly picked up her parent's (extremely heavy) bags and followed. The thought crossed his mind that she might be walking ahead of him to put on a show. Her ass did seem to wave back and forth an awful lot. He felt his pulse in his pants. When she got to the top she glanced back with a grin. It was a show. The pulse grew stronger. They passed her parents, who were talking with Tom in the foyer. He was schmoozing at his best, and they were soaking it up. He glanced over at Cal and Cal winked. Cal never winks. Tom tried to hide his amusement as he turned back to Jackie's mom and dad. Cal came up beside Jackie and motioned to a staircase, and took the lead. Holding her parent's bags in the way that would most accentuated his toned arms, an effort helped by the constricting bands of rolled up sleeves, he steadily and quickly ascended the staircase. They were staying on the second floor and Cal took a hard left at the top of the stairs. "Your room is to the right, Jackie. I'll set these down then come see if you need anything." Cal was pretty sure there was a noticeable amount of desperation in his voice when he said the second part. He put the bags on the chest at the foot of a California King bed and headed back across the common area. As he approached the door, he could see her bending over to grab something from her bag. She had kicked off her pumps, but her legs and ass still looked as divine as before. At the door, Cal knocked on the threshold. She glanced behind and saw him there, but made no attempt to stand up, determined to find whatever it was she was looking for. Cal, not one to waste an opportunity, cocked his head to the side in appreciation while he took in the dark blue fabric of her dress spread tight across her toned but totally grabable rump. The hemline of the dress had worked its way more than halfway up her thighs, and with a window opposite her, Cal could barely make out what was still hidden beneath the dress. She stood up empty handed. Cal inquired, "Find what you need?" Her eyes slowly traced from his face down to his feet and back up, with momentary pauses in the middle going both ways. The pulse was making a steady come back. "I think so." She looked at him with a soft smile, but he could see the true emotion in her eyes. Both at once tense with thought, and relaxed in a dopey sort of way. Horny. Cal was chronically oblivious to women's interest in him, but this was like reading Goodnight Moon with a PhD in English Lit. Cal did surprisingly well at concealing his excitement. He was pretty sure jumping around in circles while clapping would be a turn-off for this class of woman. At least not a turn-on. "Great! Well, if anything comes up that you need assistance with, or have any questions, or just want to chat... push this button," Cal pointed at an intercom, "talk, and my voice will answer." "If I need you, push your button, and you'll come. Got it." Cal tried not to pass out as all the blood went from his head to his cock with one heartbeat. When he saw her overtly look at his crotch, where a significant bulge was forming, he felt it was time to bug out for a while. "That's the gist of it. I hope you get settled alright, and I'll see you around the house." He flashed his winning smile, tinged with eroticism, turned and walked to the top of the steps. Glancing back at her door, he saw Jackie watching him. Blushing, and smiling again, Cal walked down to the first floor. Her parents started up the steps when he got to the bottom. "Up to the top and hang a left, y'all are the biggest bed." He said in a friendly, casual voice, trying to hide the excited tremor he could feel in every nerve, a few, more than the others. They thanked him and went up. When they had turned and disappeared from view, Cal turned to Tom. "Oh. My. God. Tom!" Tom started chuckling, "She's coming on to me! I don't think this has happened before!" Being the great guy he was, Tom tolerated Cal's manic ramblings, giving a few, more sedate pieces of advice when he was through, like, "Don't do anything stupid," and, "Do something stupid." Tom's the best. Determined to be productive with his newfound energy, Cal rummaged around on the first floor, straightening this, and moving that. In a few minutes though, he had run out of stupid things to do, and decided to just go chill back in his cottage. Somewhat literally. Going back down to the basement, and opening the door to outside, he was relieved to find that it had warmed to a mild fifty degrees outside, the sun was out too and made Cal feel warm despite the breeze nipping at his fingers. Making his way across the lawn to his two room house, he couldn't help but glance over his shoulder at the window that had a beautiful and wanton blonde behind it. He let out a small sigh when he saw he window was empty. Turning back to his cottage, he stepped onto the small porch, opened the door, and walked inside. At fifty, the heater inside had a chance, and Cal showed his appreciation by taking off his button up shirt and hanging it by the door. It was a bit chilly, yes, but a collar wasn't confining him anymore. That alone was worth ten degrees, and hard nipples. As he approached his bed, he dropped to his knees and then face planted onto his pillows. Letting out a primal groan of contentment, Cal snuggled his head deep into the soft fluffy objects that felt so good on his face. With a jerky toss of his left hand, a blanket fell over his back. Perfect. It wasn't long, maybe two and a half seconds, before Cal's sex starved mind had Jackie in its sights. He replayed her looking through her bag over and over, that ass just begging him to squeeze it. Better yet, begging him to drop to his knees behind her and lick it from bottom to top. He could feel his hand sliding up her inner thigh as she pushed her ass back into his face with enthusiasm. Cal's hand was finding its way under his waistband and quickly rested on the head of his semi hard dick. Vivid images of him hiking up Jackie's dress filled his mind. The bare soft skin of her butt cheeks, the heavenly lack of panties, the intoxicating sent of wet pussy. The combination of erotic thoughts and sensual pressure on his head, had his cock hard in little time. Giving in to his desires, Cal started taking off his belt. Right as he pulled it free from his jeans, the intercom beside the door went off. Tom's voice followed a second later. "Cal, get in here quick! Something's wrong with the water in Room 3. Grab your toolkit and hurry up!" The only thing that really registered with Cal was, "Room 3." Room 3 was Jackie's room. Forgoing the belt, he threw on his shirt without buttoning or tucking and ran for the basement door. Grabbing the bag that had general plumbing tools in it, he was out of the garage and taking the steps two at a time to the first floor. Tom was waiting for him. "That was quick." He smiled a little bit. "I heard a shriek a few minutes ago, and she was on the intercom a few seconds later. Sounds like the hot water shut off. I'm really hoping it's not a busted pipe or something, but it's probably the usual." Cal resigned himself to the fact that he was called inside to do real work, and not to fuck this amazing chick upstairs who had called on him with passion. Oh well. Cal jogged over to the steps and bounded up them two at a time as well. At the top, he hung the right and stopped at her door. Knocking, Jackie called for him to come in. The bag of tools almost slipped from his hands. She had been in the shower all right, and Cal was thanking Tom profusely in his head for getting the slightly smaller set of towels for that room, at Cal's behest none-the-less. Jackie. No clothes. A towel covering from just above her nipples, to just below the crease of her ass. Her skin was covered with beads of water, and still had a slight sheen that made her glow in the well lit room. She let Cal stand there for a few seconds; completely aware of the mental restart he was trying desperately to come back from. Finally, figuring he'd gawked enough, she helped him out. "The shower..." It worked. His eyes came back to focus and the slightly dizzy feeling he had been lost in faded away. "Tom said the hot water isn't working?" "Yeah, I had just finished lathering up when it shut off. I had to rinse off in freezing water! Do you know how hard that is?" Cal knew exactly how hard it was, but figured he shouldn't play that card quite yet. He also knew that she was checking him out almost half as much as he was checking her out, which was still a good bit. Making up for lost ground, Cal got to it, "I'm sorry! Let me see if I can figure this out so you can finish up with a steamy shower." He resisted the urge to check her reaction as he made his way into the bathroom. Sitting on the edge of the antique tub, Cal spun the knob for hot water. It was frigid. "I see what you mean!" He was pretty sure he knew what was going on, the same thing had happened to a couple staying there a month or so prior. The breaker for the hot water heater that ran that bathroom was finicky and didn't like having to make more hot water while a shower or bath was still running. He had suspicioned this before coming in from the cottage, but unlike the couple before, Jackie was smokin' hot! He felt obliged to add a personal touch to his efforts. Saying he'd be right back, Cal moseyed downstairs to the basement, found the box, and flipped the breaker off and back on. The hot water heater beside him kicked on, and he went back upstairs, passing Tom on the way. "This is when you do something stupid, Cal." He really was great! When he got to her room, Cal knocked on Jackie's door again and she called him in. She wasn't in her room and when he looked into the bathroom, he saw her sitting on the tub with the water slowly running. She was looking at the water, looking pleased that it was warming. Cal was looking under her towel, looking pleased that he was warming. He couldn't quite see her pussy, but it was only covered by maybe an inch of towel. Her bare ass, however, was resting on the edge, the towel not being long enough to make the bend. She had one hand under the water, and the other resting on her lap, helping to hold the little bit of fabric in place, or so Cal assumed. Without averting his eyes from her ass and legs, Cal asked, "How does it feel?" He was lost in the perfection on display in front of him, and was oblivious that Jackie had turned her head toward him. "It's getting warmer. Almost hot... do you want to feel?" Cal focused very hard on not passing out. Passing out does NOT get Cal laid. Focus! "...Uh.... Uhuh... Yes." He blinked heavily in disbelief and walked slowly to the tub. Each step felt like he was wearing lead boots. He wasn't sure if he was going to be a gentleman, feel the water, comment, and leave, or pull the towel from her, lay her down on the floor, pull out his dick and slide it into her wet cunt. His hand reached out for the water as his eyes looked at her breasts. They weren't huge, but they were perky, and so close... The towel wasn't covering them much, so looking down at them provided Cal with a euphoric view. At this point he really didn't care if she knew what he was looking at, and he was too lost to care what she was looking at. Realizing this, he threw his gaze up to her eyes for a split second; she was fixated on the bulge in his jeans. Feeling it almost explode, he looked back down at her breasts, then at the space he could almost see between her legs. Some misdirected instinct kicked in and put Cal on autopilot. "Yup, its hot." He blinked very slowly. "I guess I'll leave you to your shower..." He didn't know where it was coming from. What WAS he doing? He stood up and started for the bathroom door. "Cal..." "Yeah, Jackie?" "Could you do me a big favor and wait in my room for a few minutes, just in case it goes out again... I'd really appreciate it." Cal's heart stopped for a solid two seconds. "Sure, Jackie... I can do that for you." He didn't understand. He had ruined the moment just a second earlier, and here she was trying to pull him back in. It was amazing! It was unprecedented. He thanked whatever karmic forces were at work and stepped out of the bathroom. Jackie came to the door and peaked out at him, he was sitting on the side of her bed. "I should only be a few more minutes. Thank you so much, Cal." She disappeared back into the bathroom and he saw the door close, but didn't hear it latch. The tub came on full blast, and the shower a moment after that. Cal's hand went to his crotch; his cock was still majorly erect. Squeezing himself through his jeans, Cal decided the moment was ripe to do something stupid. He stood up and slowly made his way to where he could peak in the door. Like he had thought, Jackie hadn't shut it all the way, and with the hot air inside it had opened up about two feet. Taking a deep breath, Cal kept walking toward the door, his view inside the bathroom growing with each step. He caught his jaw right as it passed his waist. She had neglected to close the shower curtain as well. Her back was to him. Surrounded by steam, Cal watched the hot water as it trailed from her neck, down her elegant back, running between her ass cheeks and over them. Her whole body seemed to pulse with the flowing water and ever-changing light. She didn't look to be washing herself. In fact, she was quite still. Her right arm was bent at the elbow, and he couldn't make out her left. Her head tilted back a little to where some water was flowing over her face and down the front of her body. A big fan of hot showers, Cal knew exactly how sensual the hot water felt running over his face. His stomach tightened with arousal at the thought. Jackie first spread her legs apart at the knees, then moved her feet to a wider stance. She was turned almost perfectly for Cal to see between her thighs. He knew where her left hand was now. He could see her fingertips every few seconds, sliding back to her ass then dragging forward along her slit. Her hips started rocking side to side and Cal pictured her rubbing on her clit. Long, slow circles, letting the water washing down her front add to the constant stimuli. Cal though he heard a moan over the shower. Still not turning, Jackie lifted a leg onto the edge of the tub, and leaned forward, using the bathroom wall for support. If someone was going to open themselves up to you to take them from behind, it was exactly how Jackie was positioned now. He could see everything from her asshole to her clit, and she was feeling everything. She was rubbing hard on her clit, and now, instead of side to side, she was rocking back and forth against her hand. Shaded Creek B&B Ch. 01 Pt. 01 Every few seconds she would move her hand back further and either pull at her ass, or slide a few fingers into her pussy. Cal took it all in. Her right hand was playing with her breasts, squeezing her nipples, tugging on them. Oh how Cal wanted to be in there with her. He at least wanted to pull out his cock and furiously beat himself off while she was in there fingering herself. Apparently, Jackie was psychic. She didn't turn. She hadn't turned. "Are you going to come in already?" Her voice sounded like sex. Cal could tell she was close to orgasm, that tone, the needing of cock, cannot be faked, and there is nothing else like it. With his shirt still unbuttoned, it was on the floor in a heartbeat. Without his belt, jeans and underwear were off a breath later. He walked into the bathroom completely nude, and completely hard. Trying to be quite, Cal came up beside the leg that was propped up on the edge. He reached out and with one finger, drug up her inner thigh. She let out a mix between a moan and a whimper. She still wasn't turning, and it looked like her eyes were shut tight. Trying to read her mind, Cal continued his tease. He reached over and repeated the motion on her left leg, stopping his finger an inch or two short of her ass. He took his whole hand and put it at the very top of her right leg, which was still up on the edge. He cupped her leg with the edge of his hand on the skin directly beside her pussy. Cal gently moved his hand in a massage-like fashion. Pushing against her leg, then pulling from the front. Pushing against her crotch, then pulling down, spreading her open slightly. Letting go, he reached between her legs and starting above her pussy, drug his fingers down her front putting more pressure against her as they moved on either side of her opening, barely touching her labia. She was rocking back and forth against him, and pushed hard backwards as his fingers slid over her asshole. Trying to savor the experience to its fullest, Cal abandoned her crotch for a minute. He stepped into the shower behind her, and pulled her back against his chest. His ever-hard cock rested on the small of her back, its curve neatly matching the curves of her ass. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close for a second, he could feel Jackie's breath matching his own. Cal let his hands explore in rhythm with their breathing. His fingertips would glide up her sides and around to just below her breasts when she breathed in, and then he would pull them back down along the same path, sure to follow through to the back of her hips. Then, with one hand resting below her chest, feeling it rise and fall with each breath, the other traced light paths around her navel, down the center of her abs and back up along the line of her pelvic muscle. This meandering sensation continued for a few minutes. Hands would change, paths would change, but he never went low enough to directly pleasure her. Then he made a line up between her breasts, and made slow concentric circles on one, getting ever closer to her nipple. When he was as close as he could get to her areola, Cal switched hands and breasts, building up the tension in the other as he had done with the first. Using both hands, he let his fingers drag from under her armpits along the bottom of her breasts until he was cupping them. Then using his thumb, drug straight down over both nipples, letting them pop out from under with a satisfying gasp from Jackie. He rolled her nipples between finger and thumb. Pinched them lightly and pulled; pushed them as he squeezed her entire breast. He moved the entire edge of his hand along the very tip of her nipple with the lightest pressure he could manage, then reversed and repeated. All of the sudden realizing how much more he could be doing to her at once, Cal abandoned his route of solitary sensation and started getting dirty. He moved her hair to the side exposing one side of her neck. He bent over and kissed her behind and below her ear. Moving down the side of her neck to her collarbone, planting a kiss very inch or so; speaking his desires to her receptive body. She leaned into him and cocked her head a little bit to the side, opening herself to his urges. Obliging, Cal went back up her neck again to her cheek. He nibbled on her ear lobe and tugged gently at it. While continuing to kiss alternately between her neck and shoulder, Cal moved his other hand lower than it had yet been. Bypassing the obvious target for a second, Cal lighting pulled up on her leg, suggesting she put it back on the edge of the tub. It didn't take much convincing. With his right hand, using only the tip of his middle finger, he traced slow figure eights, always encroaching a little closer to his prize. About an inch away, he lifted his finger completely. Waiting just a second, then using two fingers; Cal moved along the outside of her love, then slid them back up through her very warm, slick, not wet, pussy. Jackie groaned and pushed her ass against his cock. Lust was taking over, and Cal didn't mind. He moved his fingers back down her pussy and pushed a finger against her tight hole before moving it back up to her clit. He moved back and forth over it, fingertips in tight circles pushing in and moving harder as she ground harder against him. Her hips moved in the same circles as his fingers. Sliding back down, he pushed a finger slowly into her pussy, pushing against her upper walls as it went deeper. Pulling it out from the second knuckle, he rubbed her clit before sliding it back down and in with a smooth motion. Pushing in as far as he could, Cal moved his fingertip around, exploring her depths. When he drug against spots she reacted strongly to, he returned often and lingered. Cal pulled his finger halfway out and pushed it back in. Doing it again, he went in along the top then pushed against the back of her walls and the bottom of her pussy as he brought it back out. Cal pulled his finger back out and rubbed her clit harder than before, with another finger, he teased her hole, before pushing back into her tight pussy with both, and it was tight. Jackie was rocking her hips against him, and it felt great on his cock, which he realized he was moving back and forth against her, too. His fingers went only halfway in at first. Cal curled them and pulled toward the front of her body. Doing it slowly for a second, he started going faster, and harder. His fingers slid almost out before plunging back in, going a little deeper each time, never stopping the cum-hither motion. When he was as deep as he could manage, Cal pulled up against her body and reached as far into the back of her pussy as his could, wiggling his fingertips at the apex. He started to finger fuck her. Pulling out to the last knuckle before moving quickly back in. After a few seconds he could feel Jackie starting to breath harder. He moved his fingers faster, and intentionally erratic. He would quickly move his fingers in a circle at her opening, spreading her in every direction, then diving back in from different sides. Her breathing was becoming rapid, and Cal could feel her pussy tightening. Stopping his sporadic fucking, he moved his fingers definitively. Deep in. Then quickly out, dragging against her front wall. Waiting just a heartbeat, he would slide back in. Out. In. Out. In. Her pussy tightened even more, and her breathing went from quick to short and shallow. Cal responded by moving his fingers just as far in and just as far out, but in a more fluid manner. He pushed his palm hard against her clit while his hand moved back and forth. Cal kept it up until her pussy spasmed hard against his fingers. Jackie stopped breathing and her back arched, driving her ass hard against his length. Cal's fingers stopped fully in her, and he moved his fingertips back and forth quickly while she rode out her orgasm. As her body relaxed, and her pussy let up, Cal stopped moving his fingertips and slowly pulled them out, two inches out, one back in, slow and sensual. As his fingers slipped out, he once more drug against Jackie's clit, making her jump slightly. He slowly pulled his hands up and rested them on her hips while she recovered. After a few seconds, Jackie abruptly turned to face him. Looking him deep in the eyes, she moved her head up and Cal moved his down. Their lips locked over each other and the moment stretched on for what seemed like minutes. Still kissing, now with a little more give and take, Cal felt her hand gently grab his raging erection. She pumped him lightly two or three times, then squeezed hard as she pulled toward his head. Cal moaned involuntarily. Letting off just a little, Jackie continued to jack him off. Ten seconds later they both jumped violently. "Jackie!?" It was her mom. "Jackieee!?" The shower curtain was quickly pulled close and Cal ducked down. "I'm in the shower, Mom!" Jackie called out toward her room. They could hear the door open a little bit, and her mom called in, much louder now. "Honey, we're leaving for dinner in fifteen minutes! Are you going to be ready?" "Yeah Mom, sorry, I forgot it was so late. I'll be out soon. And yes, I can be ready." Her mom didn't reply, but they heard the door click closed. Jackie looked at Cal, who had stood back up, and shrugged apologetically. "Sorry..." Cal smiled wide, pulled her back against him, and kissed her deeply. "Thank you." "For what?" She sounded genuinely confused. "Have you looked in the mirror in the past five years, Jackie?" He paused for a second. "You're fucking gorgeous!" He thought he could see her blush. A smile swept over her face. "I'll show you fucking gorgeous!" Her smile turned devious. "You're still going to be up when I get back from dinner, right?" Cal looked down at his cock. "I think I can manage." Jackie laughed and shook her head. "Yeah, I will still be awake... Why do you ask?" He asked the last part knowing full well what the answer was. "I don't know, you'll just have to wait and see." Some attitude was seeping into her voice, and Cal liked it. Jackie turned off the water and opened the curtain. They both stepped out and Cal tossed her a towel and then grabbed one for himself. Drying off in near silence, Cal suddenly realized something. "Shit. My clothes are on your floor out there!" Jackie looked at him and they were both tense for a second, then they started laughing. "I guess we can't do much about it now. Do you think your mom saw?" "Yeah... Most likely. Meh. Fuck it." She shrugged. "I thought that was after dinner." Cal smiled then looked at the floor, "Sorry, I can't help myself after something like that." "Something like that?" Jackie raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?" "Oh I dunno... Feeling a woman press against my naked body as I play with her most sensitive and intimate places. Feeling her climax with my fingers deep inside her tight pussy. Feeling her lips against mine after exploring every other part of her body... You choose." He smiled a rather smug smile. "Oh. I see." She tried to hide her blushing, but Cal turned her head back toward him and kissed her again. Breaking off, he moved to the bathroom door. "Well, Ma'am. It doesn't look like I have thoroughly inspected your pipes. I suggest you call on me when you get back from dinner and I'll see what I can do. You know my button?" "I know your button." She blew him a kiss, and he backed out of the door. Dry, but bare-assed, Cal turned to get his clothes. Instead of the messy pile he had left behind, his jeans, shirt, and underwear were neatly folded and resting on a chair beside where he was standing before he stripped. Blushing a deep red, he put them back on and went to her bedroom door. Jackie didn't need to know about that yet. He peaked out the keyhole, checking if there was an ambush waiting for him on the other side, but didn't see anything. He opened the door and walked to the top of the steps. About three steps down, he heard a throat clear behind him. He froze. Preparing himself for anything, he turned and looked up the stairs. Jackie's dad was standing there. "Get everything fixed?" Cal tried for the life of him to read the man's face, but he got nothing. "Yes sir." He could have left it at that... he should have left it at that. He was breaking the rule Tom bestowed upon him, "Do not do anything stupid." But he was still in the afterglow of finger fucking this man's daughter, so out slipped, "But those pipes have been known to conk out randomly. Hopefully Jackie wont have to experience that again." "One can hope... Jackie... won't." Cal gulped. Smiled. Shat himself a little. And moved to get the hell out of there. He nodded at the dad and descended the staircase. Walking briskly across the first floor and down the stairs to the basement; he exited the main house and went into his own. Inside, the shirt came off. The pants, off; underwear, gone; Cal practically launched himself onto his bed and started jacking off his still semi-hard dick. It only took a few minutes before he could feel his orgasm coming. His hips started to tighten, pushing his dick into the air. His cock became rigid and his whole body started to tense with it. The first wave of climax passed over his body and he felt a drop of cum hit his chest. His hips reversed and pushed his ass into his bed as the second wave built. When it crested, his cock pushed hard into the air and he felt a hot stream of cum hit his shoulder. The rest of his orgasm rocked through his body. Various parts of him tightened up and released, he twisted in pleasure until the orgasm subsided. He breathing slowed as it passed, and his body relaxed in cathartic bliss. He could still feel his cock pulsing ever few seconds, and slowly pulled up and down on it, feeling the heightened sensation vividly. He was lying there for fifteen minutes before he moved. His now flaccid cock still in his hand, cum, still on his chest. Sighing, he cleaned up, then rolled over, pushing his head deep into his pillow. If tonight was going to be anything like he could imagine, it would pay to be rested. He drifted into unconsciousness, and images of small tunnels and cascading waterfalls filled his dreams. His cock got hard minutes after he fell asleep, and stayed hard until he woke four hours later... ...Part Two is coming soon, I promise! It's going to be highly sensual, and rough! Oh I love fantasies... :D Shaded Creek B&B Ch. 01 Pt. 02 --I really need to get laid... ::sigh::-- Jackie's body against his, his hands holding her, her hands pulling him closer... Cal's eyes opened, "Dammit." He always managed to wake up just as things were getting interesting. It's a fact that he's only had sex in four of his dreams, and we're talking about a guy who jacks off four times a day! Cal's hand went unconsciously to his throbbing member. He might not have sex in them, but they sure get him going. He had just started to squeeze on himself a little bit, when the days events stormed back to the front of his mind. His dream might still be in play. Had he really finger fucked a tall hot blonde in her hot steamy shower five hours ago? And did her mom really bust them? Cal scratched an itch on his nose. Oh, yup! It happened. He scratched again... It was going to happen again. His eyes darted to the clock, ten fifteen. If Jackie wasn't home yet, she would be soon. Cal thought about all the things he might be doing in an hour, which did not help the almost painfully erect cock underneath his blankets. He imagined where his hands would explore, where his tongue would explore! The smells, sounds, and tastes of love. The neat hair turned sweaty and disheveled, all the finer details that perfected any session of hard fucking. Still a bit hung over from his nap, Cal decided some coffee was in order. He didn't want any excuse to be off his game. Jackie was a once in a lifetime type of woman, and, for his own sake, he needed the memory to shine. Ah, the selfless sacrifice is selfish still. Taking his time, Cal put back on the dark jeans he had been wearing earlier. When he slid the belt around, he loosened it one hole; taking it from his 'respectable look' to his 'yeah, I don't care much look.' Foregoing the white button up, Cal picked out a tighter fitting band t-shirt and put it on. Donning his jacket, he opened the door and walked across the grass to the basement entrance. Inside, he hung the jacket on a hook, and went upstairs to the kitchen. Tossing the preferred amount of ground into a filter, and dropping it in the machine, Cal pressed the glowing button and watched as the steamy hot dark liquid filled his favorite mug. "Whatcha up to?" It was Tom, despite the familiar voice Cal still jumped. He turned around and saw Tom sitting at the computer in the little office that opens into the side of the kitchen. He looked tired, but curious, as Cal saw him looking at the now full mug of frothy energy. "Just thought I'd wake myself up a bit." His sly grin betrayed his nonchalant excuse. "You want me to fix you up a mug?" "No, you kidding?! My bed's been calling me since dusk; that would keep me up till dawn!" He was probably right, and Cal thought he might have pulled his train of thought aw... "So, why yah need to wake up?" Figures. "Well, Jackie said she is probably going to take a shower when they got back from dinner. You know, to wash off all that high society," Tom's eyebrow raised and Cal took a sip of his coffee, "Her words, not mine!" Not true, but he thought he might have pulled Tom aw... "So you might fix her pipes?" He looked very earnest. Cal took a longer sip. "Yes Tom. There's a chance I'll have to get that hot water pipe flowin' again. This coffee will see me through the task." Cal nodded at the quickly emptying mug to punctuate the emphasized confidence. "Oh look, headlights." Cal bounded across the office to peer out the window. It was apparent before he parted the blinds that there were no headlights on the drive. It was also apparent the coffee was still hot, his hand conveying that information. "Ha. Ha." He looked down at Tom with feigned dislike, "Asshole." They both laughed and Cal sat down at his little area of the office. He flipped through the lists and plans that had accumulated in the past nine months. Burning time, and using a statisfyingly humongous Sharpie, Cal struck out of existence things he had completed. A few minutes later he was pretty sure there was sufficient material in front of him to make a paper-mache zebra... It had been a long nine months. A flash of light bounced across Cal's face and his heart missed a beat. Desperately trying to control the wave of jitters that washed over his body, he started deep breathing, heavily; most of us call it hyperventilating. It worked, however, and Cal leaned back into his seat as he leaned back into his head. Vertigo spun him around the room a few times, and when he was resting firmly at his starting position, he heard the door opened on another side of the house, and it started all over again. Tom, who was watching the proceedings with a bemused look on his face, packed away his laptop and gathered a few files. As he walked out of the office for the night he patted Cal on the back and wished him luck with the pipes. "Thanks, man..." With a wink, Tom turned the corner and made his break for home. Cal really was nervous. Jackie was a truly beautiful woman, and despite their extremely limited social interactions, his gut told him she had a down-to-earth and adventurous soul. And she was really fucking hot. This needs to be emphasized, really. Hott! Mmmm, hot. Pass her on the street bumping into a coffee cup held by a $2,000 dollar suit because that of that magnetic ass and knowing it was worth it as your savings account disappears, HOT. Got it? Clearly, the pressure was on. Now, Cal knew how to please a woman; he had no doubts about that! Dexterous, strong, long-fingered hands, an agile tongue, soft expressive lips, the endurance of a 400m sprinter, and a cock as thick as his wrist, as long as she is deep. That, combined with a powerful, lust-driven imagination; well, it makes for something new every time. Cal hated to admit the analogy, but he felt, physically, like pre-game or pre-race jitters. He was itching to get his fingers on that body. He just wanted to get started, and it would all go away. He'd be in his zone. It had been twenty minutes since Jackie got back. Cal spun around in his chair for the 73rd time. Needing to distract himself, he got up and went to the fridge. The milk carton was tilted, his mouth was open, but they did not touch. He'd been getting pretty good with that habit. He had turned it up again, and halfway full... *brief sound of static* "Hello?" Sensual and muted, "Room three needs assistance ..." The milk went in the fridge sans cap. In three impressive leaps, Cal covered the distance to the intercom before Jackie finished speaking. "This is the night manager... What is your situation?" He hoped desperately she knew it was him. There was silence for over ten seconds. *static* "I need you to make my pipes hot, again." A drunken look fell over Cal. All but seven inches of his body relaxed. Allowing himself just a moment of reflection, he replied. "I'll grab my tools and be up in a second." Cal grabbed himself. He had to do it, the irony; he gave his cock a firm squeeze and channeled the endorphins toward chilling the heck out. Mood subdued, Cal thought to grab a condom from the back of his draw. Looking at his reflection in the computer monitor, Cal brushed his hair just right and gave his face a good once over for any unseemly blemishes. He thought it kind of funny to primp before such raucous endeavors, but the cleaner you are, the dirtier you can get! Finishing his coffee, then filling and downing a small glass of water, Cal took a deep breath, walked to the bottom of the stairs, and started up. At the top he hung the right and walked to her door. He knocked softly, and a cool, sexy voice invited him in. Cal pushed the door open lightly and stepped in. He couldn't see Jackie in his quick glance around the room. Turning around to close the door, he stopped breathing. From the bottom up... Four inch black stilettos. Sheer, black stockings. Garter belt. ::melt:: Low riding, minimal coverage black g-string, black lace bra... and minimal makeup. Her tall body was toned and her abs were absolutely delicious to look at. He'd had his hands all over her body just a few hours earlier, he had felt every ridge and valley between her knees and the crown on her head; but he never got to stare and appreciate the aesthetic beauty of his tactile bliss. It took something like ten seconds for Cal to make his way up to her face. She was wearing a wicked grin. "So you approve?" "Most certainly!" Cal almost had to wipe his chin from drooling. Jackie left the corner after closing and firmly locking the door. As she walked by, Cal looked her up and down from behind; she paused before turning, clearly letting him look a little longer. He was still standing in the same place as when he first saw her, simply in place, his body rendered useless by a brain rendered useless. His usual eloquent and gregarious inner monologue had been reduced to the most basic words: Ass, Titties, Lips, and Pussy. "You can sit down over there." Cal snapped out of his dissociative fugue at the sound of Jackie's seductive voice. He walked to an armless wicker chair that was positioned facing the foot of her bed. Cal liked where this was going. He sat down. Jackie was fooling with something she had stashed under her pillow and Cal's mind ran through the infinite treasures that might lie in wait. Or, it could just be a condom. She bent over to fiddle with whatever it was. Cal's eyes spiraled around the little patch of black surrounded by her ass, like a primal bull's-eye. His mouth was wet to taste her. He saw her plug an iPod into some speakers and a second later what sounded like a hollow, reverb and tweaked kick drum. When a similar voice followed, Cal placed the music. "Electric Ladyland? Jackie! You just keep getting better and better!" She kept smiling and climbed onto the bed. Cal started to get up, but she motioned for him to sit. "I want you to watch me, Cal... Don't worry, you'll get to have every inch of me, but for now, only your eyes can touch me." Cal nodded like a golden retriever following a favorite tennis ball. "You're not allowed to touch yourself either... yet. Just do what I say for now, and nothing else." "Ohhkay." Cal smiled. He was in a daze; wonderful things kept happening around him and he was starting to really believe it all might be some elaborate dream. Maybe it was daylight savings and he got an extra hour of sleep, and that's why he didn't wake up during the shower scene in his dream. That must be it! This woman couldn't really want him to sit there and watch her do whatever it was she was about to do, with the promise of sex after! Maybe he is dead? Yes. This night would prove whether he's in heaven or hell. Cal was down with that, heaven or hell, as long as he actually got to make love to the woman. As the second song came on, Jackie leaned back onto her knees and started waving her hips from side to side in time with the music. Her hands moved across her stomach and wrapped around her torso in a sensual hug. They drug over her bra and she squeezed her breasts, pushing them together slightly and leaning forward to give Cal the best view. One of her hands continued to massage her breast while the other traveled straight down her torso and an inch or two into her black panties. Jackie leaned forward onto her hands and moved to the foot of the bed. She leaned out, and Cal leaned in. Their lips and tongues shared the pleasure of the other for the second time that day. Breaking off just as it started to get good, Jackie showed she knew how to tease. Not that it wasn't obvious, with the whole wicker chair in front of the bed routine. She moved backward to the center of the bed. Leaning all the way down, making her ass stick up in the air, Jackie reached around and unclasped her bra. Pulling her body back toward her center, she rose onto her knees again, holding her bra in place with her hands. She worked her shoulders out of their straps so she was the only thing holding the bra aloft. Jackie twisted her stomach back and forth to the music in an impromptu belly dance. Her hips curved around, pushing out her ass, pushing out her crotch. She rocked back and forth a little and started to drop the bra. Cal could see the edge of an areola, and soon her tight little nipple. One cup fell completely free, and her perfectly shaped breast dropped from it, bouncing the slightest bit as gravity did its wonder. A few seconds later, its twin joined the other with as magnificent of a revealing. Jackie's areolas were about the size of a quarter, and had nipples that stuck out like little pushpins. Cal couldn't wait to have them in his mouth and under his tongue. Her hands swept down across her stomach and drug up from her panty line to her breasts. Taking them and dragging down from her collarbone Jackie crossed back over each breast, her nipples sliding between pinching fingers. Her nipples had already been hard, but Cal could see her areolas tighten up from the sensation. One hand continued to play with a breast while the other explored. She reached around and grabbed her ass, pulling at it a little bit, lifting it up and letting it drop, then she ran her hand down her hip under the waistband of her g-string to her thigh. Jackie would pull down her panties on one side to where Cal could almost see her wet, then pulled them back up. She looked Cal in the eye. "Stand up." He was up. "Take off your shirt and jeans." Not breaking eye contact, except for when the shirt was over his eyes. Cal stripped, and then stood back up at the ready awaiting further instruction. His cock pushed straight out against the white fabric of his boxer-briefs, pitching a tent for a family of six, and Jackie noticed. "You're pretty hard aren't you?" "I've been hard since you called me on the intercom. This! This is throbbing..." Her smile was between devious and desirous. Cal wore the same smile, "You're wet aren't you." She was quiet for a second. "Take off your underwear." Cal followed the order implicitly. He pushed down on the elastic band and his cock popped out and bounced as the boxer-briefs fell to the floor; he stepped out, kicking them to the side. Cal kept his pubes trimmed pretty short, and shaved his cock and balls, so the presentation was nice. Though, the swollen dick with a few veins and a pulsing purple head didn't need much help. Jackie actually licked her lips. Cal blushed, and they both chuckled an extremely aroused chuckle. His hand went to touch himself, but Jackie stopped him, assuring Cal it would be worth it. He had a feeling she wasn't lying. Motioning for him to sit back down, Jackie turned around and continued her tease, running her hands down her back to her ass. They worked in unison, tugging, pulling, squeezing, and spreading. She leaned forward, sticking her butt in the air again, and continued her erotic massage. Cal got a clear view of her asshole every few seconds, but her pussy remained illusive. She drug her fingers up her crack, pushing on where he knew her hot little hole was, and prodding at her tight asshole. She slid her fingers under the front of her panties, and Cal could see them round her pelvis to where her clit was. She moved her hand in little circles, and her hips started rocking unconsciously. Cal's dick bounced a little with each heartbeat. A finger slid back to her asshole, rubbing a little circle on it and then to her pussy. He could see it glisten with her juices. Jackie stopped masturbating and pulled her hand from her panties. Putting one on either side of the tiny waistband holding the string running up her ass, she very slowly pulled them down, stepping them from side to side over her curves as she went. First came the pristine view of her ass and the small hole between. Then, after what seemed like minutes, he could see the bottom of her pussy; a few seconds later he could see the whole thing. She pulled her knees together, squeezing her pussy between her legs. Her lips puffed out and a little bead of her lube ran down the edge of one, pausing to drip beside her clit; goose bumps ran across Jackie's skin. Cal could see a thicker and creamier white love accumulating around the bottom of her pussy. He was pretty sure he could smell it. A thick, pungent aroma; the smell stings the nostrils with a physical embodiment of lust. Cal's stomach twisted with wild desire as it filled his lungs, his cock tried to get harder. His tongue moved in his mouth as if it was licking Jackie's pussy. Breathing in through his mouth, he could nearly taste her too. To smell lust, to taste lust; to bury his face between two sides of heaven, driving his tongue deep to let her potion run free. Cheeks, nose, and chin all covered with the fruits of her passion. His stomach turned in circles as every nerve in his body had reached a pinnacle of euphoric excitement, his cock feeling almost overwhelmed with the task. Jackie slid her panties over her knees, down her calves and flicked them to the side with her toes. Her knees still together, Jackie pushed a hand between her legs and slid a finger from her asshole to her clit, leaving her labia spread perfectly open for Cal to admire. She leaned back; pushing her ass closer to Cal, then spread her knees wide on the bed in one movement. Her pink little hole opened up, and he was staring down in to her into her tunnel of love. Her hand moved back from her clit to her ass, then back to her clit again. She toyed with it, rubbing softly and hard, little circles and back and forth. Two fingers found their way to the threshold of her opening. She wiggled them, teasing her hole, then pushed them all the way into her. Without taking them out, Jackie rocked her palm against her clit, driving her fingers in and out a little as she did. She ground her hand in circles and let out a deserved moan. Hesitating, Jackie pulled her fingers out and rolled over so she was facing Cal. Her fully flushed face flashed a devious smile. The two fingers that had just been in her were raised to her lips and Jackie's tongue slid out and licked the length of them. She pushed both of them deep in her mouth and sucked them clean as she pulled out. Her eyes fluttered up to Cal's. "Touch yourself." Such a simple command for such a sudden reaction; Cal's right hand was on his cock. Jackie moved down to the edge of the bed, so only three feet were separating her and Cal. She rested her feet on the antique chest at the foot of her bed and opened her knees wide. Leaning forward she watched closely as Cal stroked himself, rubbing herself to the same rhythm. It was hard, very hard for Cal to resist standing up to lay down right on top of Jackie. He could do it in a second, she was so close; she wouldn't resist, it might not be her plan, but his cock would be in her in a few short seconds. But No, the tease must go on. That was the point, after all. His eyes were locked on her fingers, and her eyes on his. She was rubbing her clit hard, sliding in deep with every few spins. Cal could hear her juices easing the passage of her fingers, a sound unmistakable to the experienced ear. Cal wasn't the quietest either. Watching Jackie in front of him had his hand moving up and down fiercely. His balls smacked against his legs and ass as his thick, sinuous cock pulsed with every thrust. When Jackie would push into herself, Cal would stop pumping and squeeze and twist his head, wishing it were wet with her love. Cal became absorbed in her facial expressions. Jackie's face would smile a little, then switch to a look of near pain, then relief, then a smile again. She closed her eyes intermittently, concentrating with the look of a focused rage as her hand rubbed furiously on her clit; immediately resting into a look of cathartic release a second later with a soft moan or sigh. Cal found these expressions of pleasure to be just as, if not more erotic to watch than the fingers massaging her pussy. When her mouth would drop open a little, Cal hand jerked involuntarily. When a half smile barely emerged, his breath would become shallow and he could taste the lust he was feeling.