0 comments/ 30299 views/ 0 favorites Summer Rental By: Sircharles Rhode Island...when the travel agent suggested it as a cheap getaway, it took a moment to place, a geographical fact that had been misplaced like a name at a cocktail party. Soon enough, she would see for herself if it lived up to the brochure. The flight from Montreal had been as nice as it could be, not unlike a cat crammed in a kennel, but the magic of entering in one world and reemerging into another was usually worth the airlines De Sade like hospitality. A stewardess with the sincerity of an insurance salesman wished her a "great day!" as she left the plane, the heat from the runway was "oven like" smelling of aviation fuel and tar, and the noise of jabbering passengers didn't help the first impression. She strolled through the terminal taking in the art, and the way some extremely bored engineer had created a cloud hanging in perpetuity across the ceiling of the lobby. Avis had its booth nearby, where the perky attendant handed her the keys to a convertible Mustang, a nice addition to the trips package, and she strolled out to her first real peek of Rhode Island. Following directions from the travel agent she left the urban sprawl surrounding the airport, like every other airport in America, and soon found herself driving down a winding two-lane blacktop. Tall pines lining the road on either side, and as she neared the ocean the smell of the pines mixed with the fresh salty scent of the beach. A long ribbon of asphalt led to the end of a peninsula as the sun set straight ahead, a beautiful orange ball settling slowly into the waves. Top down driving had its appeal in the ideal weather of this day, her hair wind tossed. She had packed so little for this trip, a first, just her beach attire and a new swimsuit that no one would likely get to see. But this trip was for her. The Mustangs headlights played on the weathered door of her rental cottage as she arrived, the sound of the surf somewhere behind the house. An ocean breeze felt cool against her sunburnt cheek as she fumbled with the keys. Lock scraping the old door opened and she stepped into her home for the next week. Stale air, smelling of being closed for a long winter combined with the heat of the day, was quickly blown away as she opened the windows. Collapsing on the four-post bed she lay down in her T-shirt and undies, letting the breeze blow over her. Eyes closed she could hear the waves on the beach and the sound of a musician practicing a bass line over and over. Perhaps it was her relaxed frame of mind, or the infectious groove, but rather than being annoying, it sent her to sleep. Her eyes flicked open to the sun slanting across the room, dust particles dancing on the pale yellow light. Lying there she could hear gulls screeching as they scavenged the surf for breakfast. From somewhere the smell of coffee wafted to her on the breeze was lifting the gauzy curtains. Rolling out of bed she knelt at the open window and saw her view of the ocean from over her neighbor's yard. Funny, just thinking neighbor made her think of Gomer Pyle, and it was this silly association, that made her neurons fire in silly synaptic bliss, that she had as she noticed a man jog into the yard below. He was tall, and had a chocolate lab trailing behind. He leaned against the weathered fence that separated the yards, stretching his long tanned legs, the hound just collapsing at his feet. His T-shirt plastered to his chest and shoulders with sweat as his breath returned to normal. The stranger took a hose and filled a nearby dish with cool water, Mr. Dog lapping away as it spilled into his dish. She watched quietly, not a bit self-conscious, enjoying the part of voyeur. Closing his blue eyes he lifted the hose over his head and soaked his short hair, rubbing the water over his sun reddened neck, letting it trickle down over his legs. She watched as he pulled the wet shirt over his head, her hands absently brushing her breasts through the thin cotton of her own T. He hung the shirt on the fence and lay back on lounge directly beneath her window, kicking off his sneakers, he squeezed some lotion from a tube and rubbed it over his legs, arms, and chest, the lotion making his skin glisten in the sun. Her fingers dropped to her thighs, stroking lightly as her eyes moved over the scene below. Warmth spreading to her cheeks, as a breeze lifted the curtains. His eyes opened, and he got back up startling her a bit, but he only went back to the hose, running the water over himself again to cool off. This time his shorts were soaked, and to her amazement he tugged them past his hips and let them fall to the grass. Hanging them on the fence to dry alongside the shirt he walked back to the lounge, nude. She noticed his lack of tan lines, that and her own arousal. The stranger next door then took the lotion again and slowly began rubbing it over his body, his hands lingering between his thighs, fingers encircling his shaft. Oil shining on his tanned skin he began slowly stroking himself, his shaft becoming erect, swollen. She let her fingers move over her body as well, tugging the panties aside, feeling her wetness. Outside he continued, eyes closed taking time to caress his balls as he stroked. It wasn't seeing a man naked, for she had a taste for imaginative porn, but it was the way he moved...uncaring, unaware that he was being watched, amusing himself with no inhibitions at all. It didn't even seem perverse; rather it seemed sensual and erotic. And it aroused her immensely. She leaned back against the bed; her imagination taking over as her body began to give in, only to be startled by the phone. "Who could that possibly be?" she thought out loud annoyed at the interruption, "No one even knows I am here." Grabbing the phone, the huskiness of her voice surprised her "Hello?" she blurted, accented in French. "I like your voice," came the reply, deep and masculine. "I know you're watching. Come across the yard." Click. The phone went dead. Her heart was racing, but without thinking she went out the side door, and crossed the yard. Past the drying clothes she walked as if in a dream. He stood there in the yard, nude, his blue eyes meeting hers. "Lie down for me" was all he said as he gestured to the lounge. She knew, and without hesitating she lay back. He handed her the lotion and stepped back, looking, she could feel his eyes taking her in. She closed her eyes to his stare, and slipped of the T-shirt, rubbing the oil over her breasts, wonderfully turned on by the idea of being watched. Her fingers slipped lower as she stroked aside her thin panties, moist already. Without opening her eyes she inserted a finger slowly, biting her lip to stifle a moan. Knowing that he was pleasing himself, she moved faster. Soon her hips raised off the lounge, and the moan escaped her lips, her orgasm surprising her in its intensity. Breathing raggedly she felt the first splat, warm. Then another, landing on her thighs. Opening her eyes she saw him, his shaft pulsing as his cum landed on her. His orgasm right behind hers. Leaning forward he took her hand in his, fingers entwined they rubbed the slickness over her. Smiling, his eyes fixed on her, he said, "Welcome to the neighborhood!" Summer Rental Lying in the chair, stretching lazily beneath the summer sun Nikki heard the rowdy voices of her new neighbors. It was just after ten in the morning when the signs of life had started to show next door, and by the sounds of things, the party was in full swing again. Nikki listened. Loud voices talking over the loud music. The phone ringing, someone calling out to another. A young female squealing with laughter, male voices cheering with obvious approval. She had to smile at what she heard. Their whole lives right now centered on having fun. The real world be damned... at least for now. 'To be young and free again,' she thought. Then remembering her own freedom, she gave another cat like stretch, tilted her smiling face to the sun, and let it warm her. The last 2 years had been tough for her. She thought of all she had lost. Then sitting up and looking at the tiny house, she remembered all that she gained. Inside was barely 1,000 square feet of living space, but it was hers and hers alone. To Nikki it symbolized something more, something Joseph could never understand. It was more than just a home; it was a sign of her coming into her own, a symbol of her freedom. Moreover, it was a clear sign that she would never be dependent on anyone again. Of course, Joseph, her ex-husband, had gone off the deep-end when he'd heard she bought the small beachfront property. Whether she was dependent on him or not, he wanted the whole world to believe she was. He had phoned her in a frenzy and all but begged her not to do this to him. "Nicole be reasonable... it's tiny. It's run down. It's in a bad neighborhood," he argued. When she refused to listen, Joseph let his true feelings shine through. "Jesus Nicole! What are people going to say?" Of all the arguments her ex-husband had protesting her new purchase, the latter she felt was the most truthful. What would people say? For goodness sake, the rumors would be terrible. Joseph R. Cronin's pretty ex-wife living in a dumpy little beach house off the strand. Gasp! Surely, one of LA's best attorneys wouldn't allow for such a horror! Nikki's lips curved into a twisted little smile and thought to herself, 'Life is such a bitch, isn't it Joseph?' Nikki was brought back to the present by a young girl yelling. "God Dammit, Eric! You asshole, knock it off!" Glancing towards the sound of the commotion, Nikki could see a group of kids standing on the second floor balcony. A pretty little Asian girl was trying to fix her bikini top. Though Nikki didn't see exactly what happened, she had to assume that the dark-haired kid grinning smugly was Eric, and he was the responsible party for exposing the girl's breasts. From what Nikki had seen yesterday when her temporary neighbors first arrived, they looked to be all of 20 years old. They were just kids, maybe in their first or second year of college, if that, and they were obviously without parental supervision. Reaching for the oil on the table next to her, Nikki heard a telephone ring. Unsure if it was coming from her house or the one next door she tilted her head and listened again. Realizing it was her phone she muttered, "Dammit!" Jumping from the lounge chair Nikki raced toward the house forgetful of two things - One: she was in a small bikini. And two: regardless of their age, or lack of, they were still male. Nikki reached the phone just in time to be greeted by a dial tone. "Damn," she said again. She thought of using the call back feature, but decided against it. Whoever it was would call back. With that, she returned to the backyard, put the phone on the table and reclaimed her place in the sun. Nikki took the oil and began to slather the coconut scented liquid on her already sun kissed legs when she noticed that the sounds from next door had dimmed somewhat. Peeking over the rim of her glasses, she was suddenly aware of the attention she now drew. From their raised vantage point, they had a perfect view into her yard. Why she hadn't thought of this before was beyond her. All of them now gazed down upon her, watching as her hands moved up her legs. The oil glistened on her limbs in the hot sun. One of them began calling out to her. She looked in his direction, smiled politely and turned away, hoping that she conveyed her disinterest to them. But again he called out, and again she turned to look at him. And as young inexperienced men often are, his cheers were unrefined. But Nikki had been semi-amused by his youthful enthusiasm. She chuckled and shook her head. One of the young men who had been sitting in the shadows had moved forward and now stood leaning against the railing watching Nikki's reaction. His forearms rested on the banister, and he was holding a bottle of beer out in front of him. He looked as though he'd just awoken and threw on whatever was handiest; his ball cap sat backward on his head, and his shirt hung opened. Even from this distance Nikki had a decent view of his young body. Nikki had to admit he was rather cute, but she guessed she was at least ten years his senior. Though she didn't mean to openly stare, she was intrigued by his silence; he didn't join in the rambunctious antics of his buddies. Instead, he watched her as she absentmindedly smoothed the oil over her brown skin. When a smile touched the corners of his mouth Nikki realized what she had been doing. Immediately Nikki dropped her gaze, embarrassed by not only her ill manners, but she also worried about what signals she was sending. As her oiled hands passed over her rib cage, the obnoxious kid standing in the center of the pack called out to her again. In the typical grand bravado of young men driven by too much testosterone, and not enough brains he yelled out, "Hey baby... show us your tits!!" Which of course was followed by great laughter and slapping him on the back. 'Oh, such a witty young thing,' Nikki thought dryly to herself. Though he no longer amused Nikki, she didn't let it show. Instead, she leaned back in her chair, and tilted her head down slightly, as if contemplating the suggestion of exposing herself to them. Smiling coyly at them from beneath her lashes, she dragged her hands higher, barley brushing over the swell of her breasts - to which more cheers followed. Nikki looked up at all of them, smiled defiantly and gracefully extended both middle fingers. A huge uproar of laughter erupted. "Bitch!" the kid yelled, as he returned the gesture and retreated into the house. Nikki saw the flash of anger and humiliation as his friends congratulated him on making such an ass of himself. The young man that had been watching her silently was now howling with laughter. Nikki donned a set of earphones, pushed her sunglasses up on her nose, and flashed him a brilliantly satisfied smile. With that, she laid back in her chair. She turned up the volume on her IPod and began tapping her fingers to the music and grinning to herself. She felt rather smug; proud of the way she handled that pretentious little shit. Eventually the smile faded from Nikki's lips as the fingers of sleep were beginning to reach for her. She didn't have any appointments for the rest of the afternoon and the idea of a nap just seemed to envelop her so completely. Even though she knew that falling asleep under the hot sun would be a very bad idea, Nikki just couldn't raise herself from the inviting grayness. But the sudden shadow that was cast in front of her quickly startled her from the verge of sleep. Dazed and afraid, Nikki sat up and used one hand to shield her eyes from the glaring sun. She saw a figure of a man in front of her. He was speaking to her, but she didn't understand him. Realizing that she still wore the headset, she reached up and yanked it from her ears. "Who the hell are you?" Nikki demanded. There was such a defensive quality to her movements that the man took a step back, trying to show her he wasn't a threat to her. "I'm... I'm sorry," he stammered. "I really didn't mean to frighten you." Nikki saw his face, but still had no clear idea of who he was. And though the stubborn tendrils of slumber had let her go, she was still agitated. "What do you want?" she asked brusquely. "I don't want anything... really." He looked down, suddenly fascinated by his shoes. "I just wanted to come over..." he trailed off. When the realization of who he was dawned on her Nikki said, "Oh god, you're the kid next door." Immediately she felt a pang of guilt for snapping so rudely at him. Lifting his eyes to meet hers, he smiled a bit and said, "Yeah." His face seemed to flush with embarrassment and Nikki couldn't help but smile at his boyish manner. Nikki's whole demeanor changed; her furrowed brow softened, and the annoyed tone of voice was gone. She smiled apologetically and offered, "God, I'm so sorry. But you scared me to death." "I really am sorry. I didn't mean to." Nikki chuckled and waved off his apology, "It's okay. My fault really. I was drifting off to sleep and didn't hear the gate over the music." Pausing briefly, she added, "Anyway, I'm Nikki," and extended one hand. Billy smiled his best as he stepped forward bending slightly, and shook her tiny hand politely. "I'm Billy. I guess we'll be neighbors for the next two weeks." He had a Tom Cruise-like smile that was both warm and sincere. And Nikki was sure it won him over with a great deal of women. "It's good to meet you Billy," Nikki said with her own best smile. "I'd ask you to sit down, but..." she said, trailing off. A gentle sweep of her hand indicated that she didn't have another chair. Elated that she hadn't immediately sent him away, Billy said, "I don't mind the grass, if you don't." Without waiting for an answer, he sat on the grass. He pulled up his long tan legs, and rested his elbows casually on his knees. Again, Nikki had to smile; he seemed so at ease and comfortable, as though he'd done this a thousand times with her already. Billy looked pointedly at her and said, "I have to be honest with you. I actually came over here for a reason." Nikki raised an eyebrow, "Oh?" She had thought as much, but figured her bitchy attitude had kept him from saying so. "To tell you that I was ... impressed by what happened earlier." "Impressed?" "Yeah, it's not every day that Eric is put in his place by a beautiful woman." At this Nikki had to laugh. "I see," she said lightly. Although Nikki could easily see what this kid was up to, she let him go on. "And personally," Billy said looking down, as if he was too shy to look her straight in the eyes. Then he titled his head, and looked at her with that dazzling smile once again, he added, "I have to admire anyone that does it so well." Billy was cute, and he knew it. He was also very charming, and she was pretty sure he was aware of that as well. "Does Eric always make such... bold requests?" "Usually worse," he replied. "And he's not used to being turned down?" Shaking his head Billy answered, "He rarely is. That's why I was so impressed." "Ah, I see," she said again. "And where is Eric now?" Not that she really gave a damn, but she was definitely intrigued by Billy's presence. "Down at the beach... with the rest of them." "Uh huh. And why didn't you go with them?" she inquired. Again Billy became very interested in his feet. Nikki smiled as she watched him from behind her dark glasses. He did have the most incredible gray-blue eyes she'd ever seen; they were the color of the ocean on a sunny day. And his smile was absolutely electric. He still wore his shirt unbuttoned and Nikki couldn't help but take in the sight of his nicely kept body. He was so young and vibrant. She pulled her eyes from his chest and stomach, forcing herself to focus on his face. "Well... I... uh... wasn't feeling well," Billy said grinning sheepishly. "Mmhmm," she said with a soft smile. "You don't think it had anything to do with that keg of beer you guys killed off last night," she asked jokingly. As Nikki dressed for her daily run, she'd seen it laying in their yard; apparently having tossed from the deck when it no longer served its purpose. Billy grinned, "Maybe." It was all he could think to say. His mind was total chaos. There was a flirtatious tilt in her voice and in the way she smiled at him. And although he liked it, it seemed too good to be true. The two smiled at each other, not really sure what else to say. Finally Nikki asked, "Okay, seriously, Billy. Why are you here instead of with your friends?" A valid question considering she knew there was quite a bit of difference in their age. Billy opened his mouth to speak then snapped it closed again. Looking past her for a moment, squinting against the glare of the shining water behind her. When he looked at her again there was no forced boyish behavior, no coy smiles - just the color of the sea staring back at her. Simply he said, "Because of you." An uncomfortable laugh escaped her, "Me?" His admission made her a bit uneasy, but she forced herself not to squirm beneath his pointed stare. "Like I said, I was impressed by what I saw." By the hint of seriousness in Billy's eyes, Nikki knew he didn't necessarily mean the episode with Eric. Perhaps realizing he was coming on a bit too strong, Billy shrugged his shoulders and added, "And besides, anyone that thinks Eric is an ass, can't be all that bad." Nikki laughed. "Well he did deserve it." Billy laughed too and nodded in agreement. Before the conversation could go any further, the telephone rang again. "Excuse me for a moment," Nikki said picking up the cordless. "Should I...?" Billy asked politely as he moved to get up. "No, no, it's ok. It'll just take a minute." From the beginning, Nikki tried to cut the conversation short but the caller would not be dissuaded. As the voice droned on in her ear, most of Nikki's attention was focused on Billy. Behind her dark glasses, she was eyeing his youthful body. From head to foot, Billy was well conditioned -- firm, tanned and toned. Flat stomach, nice pecs. He obviously worked out. Maybe not in the I-can-bench-press-a-Volkswagen sort of way, but he definitely took care of himself. Nikki wondered if he was still a virgin. 'Doubtful,' she thought, '...not with those eyes, and that smile.' Then without warning, an image formed in her head; a picture so vivid, so graphic that she almost groaned aloud. She saw their bodies entangled, so enrapt in the other, it was difficult to distinguish where one began and the other ended. Nikki had to bite back another groan as more erotic images flashed through her mind. She chastised herself for letting her mind run away like that. Regardless of his flirtatiousness, and their obvious attraction, he was much, much too young for her. Billy didn't want to be rude and listen in on her conversation, but that was difficult since he was sitting just a few feet in front of her. Although she seemed to be looking elsewhere, he could feel her eyes on him. Billy tried to concentrate on something... anything... in the yard besides Nikki. But it proved to be less than successful; his eyes kept coming back to her. As he glanced at her again, he caught sight of a single bead of sweat forming on her right breast. In that moment, everything around him began to disappear. Her voice became distant, joining the vague sound of the waves crashing somewhere behind her. Billy's entire world had become that single droplet glimmering on her brown flesh. He watched it roll hypnotically down the swell of her breast and disappear somewhere in the deep valley of her cleavage, leaving a glistening trail behind it. Finding this to be one of the sexiest thing he'd ever seen, Billy couldn't tear his eyes from her. Unsure of how long he stared at her, he heard Nikki abruptly say, "Listen George, I have company, I'll call you later." Not waiting for an answer she hung up the phone. "Well," she said smiling at Billy, "I'm about done out here. Would you like to come in for a bit?" Her heart pounded loudly in her ears as she thought about what she was doing. And in the back of her mind, the battle had begun. Nikki heard that little voice begin to nag at her. Billy beamed back at her and said, "Sure, if you don't mind." "Not at all," Nikki said getting up. That voice, you know the one -- the one that always sounds like your mother, was elbowing its way to the forefront of her mind, making it difficult to think. When she turned her back to gather the things from the table, Billy saw that although it was not technically a thong bottom that she wore, it was damn close. Without looking back Nikki headed toward the house. However, Billy lingered behind for a second or two, just so he could watch her from behind, enjoying this view as much as he did the one from the front. He saw her kick off the sandals at the door and disappear inside. He lifted his face to the sky and uttered a silent, "Thank you!" Following suit when he reached the door, he toed off his shoes and stepped inside. "Make yourself at home," he heard her call out. Billy stood in the doorway for a moment while his sun-blinded eyes adjusted to the dim room; all the shades had been drawn to prevent the sun from heating the small house. At last the blindness past and he began to look around this unfamiliar setting. Although it was small, it was by no means cramped. To his right and in the corner was a workstation, littered with the normal clutter of anyone who uses a computer on a regular basis. In another corner sat a small leather sofa with a large palm tree sitting quietly behind it. It's fronds swaying delicately thanks to the ceiling fan that circulated the cool air. There was a hallway that led to another part of the house, which was apparently the direction that Nikki had gone. Between the computer and the sofa was a set of shelves that housed an expensive looking stereo system, numerous CDs, DVDs, and other personal items. Curiosity drew Billy to the shelves. Running a finger along the cases of the CD's he was impressed by her eclectic collection of music. Scattered about on various shelves were a great many books, but one author in particular interested Billy. Plucking one of the thick books from the shelf, and turning it over he wasn't at all surprised to see Nikki smiling prettily at him from the back cover. The name Nicole Scott had been indelibly branded into his memory. While Nikki was upstairs wiping the oil off her body before she got dressed, her mental battle had turned into a fierce argument. She knew the thoughts she was having about Billy were wrong, she couldn't seem to help herself. - 'He's too young,' her mind screamed. - 'No he's not,' she argued. - 'He's just a child,' that mom-voice stated. - 'He may be young but he's definitely not a child.' Nikki countered. - 'Well, it's still wrong,' the snide and nagging voice told her. 'And you know it, Nicole.' She looked at her reflection in the mirror and muttered, "Oh for Christ sake, shut up and go away!" Standing at the top of the stairs, Nikki called down to Billy, "Hey, I don't know about you, but I'm starving. What'd ya say we go get some lunch?" The motherly voice seemed to calm somewhat at this. "Sounds good to me," Billy answered. "But I have to run back to the house and get my wallet." "Meet me out front then," Nikki replied. Hearing the door slide closed and gate linking the two yards slam shut, Nikki quickly dressed in a pair of cutoff shorts and a sheer blouse over her bikini top. With a grin across her face, Nikki bounded down the stairs feeling better than she had in years. Next door Billy wore much of the same smile as Nikki -- a rather self-satisfied grin. Everything was going better than he had hoped. And he was grateful that he hadn't let doubt keep him from going next door to begin with. He wasn't sure where it would all lead, but he certainly liked the direction it had gone already. Before racing out of the house to meet her, Billy found some paper and scribbled out a note letting his friends know he'd be gone for a while. Not that they would really care; they probably wouldn't even miss him but he did it out of common courtesy. Summer Rental When Billy walked out the front door, he stopped in his tracks. Waiting for him was a sleek black Corvette, with the pretty redheaded Nikki tapping her fingers in time with the music along the steering wheel. "Da-a-amn," Billy said as he took the passenger side, "This is some ride." Putting the 'vette into first gear, she grinned. "Thanks! It was a gift," Nikki said pulling out into traffic. Laughing Billy said, "I wish I got gifts like this!" Nikki flashed him a brilliant smile, but offered no other explanations. As Nikki drove them south along the coastline, they began that "getting to know you" type of chitchat. They found that they held many interests in common - enjoying much of the same music and had seen many of the same movies. Just as Billy was about to confess that he'd seen her books on the shelf in her house, she began to slow down. Apparently reaching their destination, Nikki turned into the parking lot of some local hole-in-the-wall restaurant along the highway. Seeing the doubtful look that crossed Billy's face, Nikki chuckled. "It's not as bad as it looks. It's clean, it's quiet ... and they make a killer Avocado Jack Burger." Then titling her head, and smiling beneath her lashes, she said, "Trust me?" Her flirty little smile made Billy's heart jump and race. Damn, she was cute. When they walked in, Billy had to admit it really wasn't as bad as first thought. The inside had been decorated in a 50's style diner, complete with a bubbling jukebox and a pony-tailed, gum-chewing waitress sitting behind a soda fountain. The cute little blond smiled brightly as Nikki and Billy walked in. "Hey Nik... long time no see, girl. How ya been?" "Good Dana, thanks. Yourself?" Rolling her eyes playfully Dana hooked a thumb towards the kitchen and said, "Ol' man keeps me working way too hard. But I guess it keeps me outta trouble." "Someone's gotta, I suppose." Both girls shared a little laugh. "Hey, ya mind if we take that back booth back there?" "Nope," Dana said, "The place is yours. Beer?" A moment of panic raced through Nikki. What if he wasn't old enough to drink? That snide little voice tried to pop up in her head, but Nikki squashed it immediately. She didn't want to hear it, not now. She looked to Billy, hoping her uneasiness wasn't plainly obvious. Billy smiled easily at Dana and held up two fingers, and the girl disappeared into the kitchen. As they settled into the booth, Billy looked at Nikki. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Yeah, why?" "Well, ya look a bit sick." Nikki laughed, "Oh, thanks! I've always wanted to hear those words from a man." "That's not what I meant. You just looked like you were going to pass out for a minute." Teasingly, and hoping to change the subject, Nikki said, "Would you have caught me?" "Well, I would have made a valiant effort." "You fill me with so much confidence," she taunted. His blue eyes sparkled, and his Tom Cruise smile crossed his face again. "Trust me?" Nikki's stomach rolled quickly. God he was adorable. Dana returned and placed a beer in front of Nikki but before she did the same for Billy she said, "Sorry hon, but I have to ask for some ID." Out of the corner of his eye he saw Nikki's face turn pale again. Billy fished out his wallet; opening it he flashed Nikki that boyish grin. He handed his driver's license to Dana who looked it over carefully. Satisfied that it was real, and that he met the minimal birth date, she handed the license back to him. "Good deal," Dana said sitting the beer down in front of him. "Do ya need a few minutes to look over the menu?" "Actually, Nikki said something about your Avocado Jack Burgers being the best things on earth... we'll have two of those." Dana nodded and left quickly. Hoping to completely avoid the topic of age, Nikki asked, "So, anyway how'd we end up getting to be neighbors?" "Well, my brother talked me into it." "You sound like you didn't wanna come," Nikki said taking a long pull from the cold beer. "I didn't at first. My brother and I aren't all that close, and I don't really like his friends," Billy explained. Having guessed the reason Nikki had gone so pale just a few moments before. He couldn't help but tease her a bit with it. He looked at Nikki with a playful grin and said, "But, they needed someone who could buy their beer." Throughout the rest of the afternoon, Nikki and Billy occupied that rear booth, talking quietly most of the time. But every so often, one would tell a story that would have them both all but howling with laughter. As the place grew more crowded with dinnertime patrons, the couple became increasingly aware of the stares they drew, eventually making them uncomfortable enough that they decided to leave. Though they weren't ready to head back home yet, they opted for a walk along the shore. They had been walking along the beach and watching the sunset while they talked when Billy stopped and gently grabbed her by the arm. His touch sent an electrical charge racing through her body. Alarmed for just a moment, Nikki turned to face him and was instantly aware of how close he stood to her. Though Billy towered over her, he could definitely hurt her if he wanted to, but she saw no malice in his eyes. Billy silently held her gaze, searching her eyes. For a moment, not even the sound of the crashing waves could be heard over the pounding heartbeat in their ears. Just before his lips touched hers, he glanced into her blue eyes. Then nothing more existed as their lips met in a single perfect kiss. The warmth of his lips drew her in immediately; she melted into him. And instantly, any objections she had were gone. Billy felt her body relax as she gave into his soft kiss. He tasted her and she him. He moved one hand from her arm into her windblown hair; the other held her at the small of the back. Billy pulled Nikki closer still as their kiss grew. The tip of her tongue flicked lightening quick in and out of his mouth eliciting a groan from him. His hand gingerly moved lower on her back until he cupped her firm backside. Her gentle moan was carried away by the sounds of the ocean crashing to shore. As the orange sun dipped into the western sky, the kiss broke. Looking into each other's eyes, their pulse racing madly. Billy brushed a rogue curl of hair from her face. "I'm sorry," he said in a voice unlike his own. "I've wanted to do that since I first saw you today." Smiling softly, Nikki said, "Don't be. I've wanted the same." Slipping her hand in his, they walked back to her car. While Nikki drove back the way they came, she realized that somewhere, through the course of the afternoon, their age difference became inconsequential. Nikki had come to see Billy as an equal. But it was the way that he kissed her on the beach that proved he was not a child. Though they said very little, their thoughts raced along the same lines. What would happen when they got back to her place? Who would make the first move? How far would it all go? They had a thousand questions with no answers. When they reached her tiny bungalow, Billy followed her inside without hesitation. Nikki led him into the kitchen, asking if he'd like something to drink, but he said nothing. When she turned to look at him, he was staring, smiling. Feeling a bit embarrassed by his stare she asked, "What?" Closing the gap between them in a few strides, Billy embraced her again. Grinning at her he said, "This..." and kissed her again. This time, his kiss wasn't soft and sweet, it was hungry and urgent, making her pulse race like never before. It had been much too long since she'd felt the touch of a man. And frankly, she wanted to feel that touch more than anything. As if he could read her mind, Billy's hands moved along her body, causing her to sigh softly, and approvingly. He reached down cupping her ass again, and effortlessly picked her up. Her legs wrapped tightly around his body. He held her for a few minutes, lost in the kiss. Billy began to move blindly forward until the counter prevented them from going any further. When he set her on top of the counter, the cold tile against her warm flesh made her gasp, breaking their kiss. For a moment they only stared at each other. "Are you sure..." Billy began. But Nikki hushed him with one finger to his lips. "Yes," she told him. It was the look in her eyes that reassured him that this is what she wanted. They kissed again. Insistent, eager kisses; hot and wet, broken only by expressions of pleasure or whispers of encouragement. Nikki felt Billy tugging her blouse from her shorts, but he didn't pull it from her immediately. Instead he slipped his hands under it, kneading the flesh of her back gently. Although all the signs she gave said she was willing, Billy still moved cautiously, ready to stop if she asked him to. Slowly his hands moved from her back, to her waist; his fingers teased her sides. Her soft little sighs began to lengthen and draw out as his fingers traveled upward until they grazed her breasts. Even through the thick material of her bikini, Billy could feel her nipples, pert and hard. He began to tease them with his nail. Nikki groaned into Billy's mouth, instilling him with the confidence to proceed. Billy felt her body tremble as he pulled her blouse up and off. Billy gazed at her for a moment, taking in the sight of this beautiful woman. Billy watched with great interest as she reached behind her and unsnapped her bikini top. Smiling softly at him, as she pulled the straps from her shoulders. Finally Billy was rewarded with what Eric had been denied earlier -- a perfectly clear view of her breasts. "Beautiful," he told her. But he made no move to touch her. He simply stared at her. "Thank you," she whispered. Then Nikki took both of Billy's hands in hers. Guiding them to her breasts, Nikki watched his face as Billy touched the first of her intimate places. He felt her hard nipples stiffen even more at the feel of his hot fingers. She whispered a soft pleasurable sound that filled his ears like the sweetest music he'd ever heard. Nikki leaned back letting Billy touch her. He palmed each breast; massaged them; kneaded them. Her breathing became more labored with each touch. He watched her face as his thumbs and fingers closed around each bud and rolled carefully. "Mmmm, yes..." she all but hissed. Billy had never seen such an incredible sexy look come over a woman's face as the one he saw sweep over Nikki. She wore an expression of pure and shameless enjoyment. Although her eyes were half closed, Billy could still see them sparkle and glimmer. Her pretty mouth dropped open, and she licked her lips. It was more than sexy; it was erotic, and damn hot. Nikki watched as Billy leaned forward, and lowered his face to mid-section. She felt his warm breath flitter over her flat stomach; making her shiver both with pleasure and anticipation. "You're so beautiful," Billy breathed against her flesh, her scent filling his nose. It was an exhilarating combination of coconut oil and the unmistakable scent of arousal. He kissed her stomach; Nikki sighed contentedly. His tongue tasted her flesh; her head dropped back. His wet mouth closed around one hot nipple and a deep sound escaped her throat. Billy's mouth busied itself on each her nipples. Moving from one to the other, licking and sucking. His hands traveled her body. Tracing her sensuous curves. Slowly moving downward, to her thighs. He caressed the soft skin, feeling it prickle with goose flesh. His hands moved up, closer to the junction of her legs. Nikki breathed in deeply, anticipating the touch of his fingers. She felt the slick pool between her legs, and she wanted nothing more than to feel Billy's fingers slipping through it. "You're so beautiful, Nikki," he whispered again. And as his hands cupped her breasts again, Nikki was breathless. "Oh god," she gasped as much in disappoint as delight. She had wanted to feel his fingers slide beneath her shorts, but instead he moved them to her tits. Digging his fingers into her mounds hard enough to make her gasp. But she liked his strength, and his forwardness. She liked the tinge of pain mingling with all the pleasure. Although a part of her wanted to take her time, to enjoy every moment, and memorize the feel of his body, she needed to touch him, to feel his flesh. To taste him and breathe in his scent. Her need began pulsating throughout her body in waves, more deeply and strongly than she could ever remember. While he teased and taunted her nipples, her own fingers reached for and undid each of the buttons on his shirt. Nikki ran her hands up his sides, and around those delicious hard abs, feeling the heat of his body. Nikki hummed sexily as she pushed open his shirt and slid it off him. Spellbound by the sight and feel of Billy's young, tone flesh, a quiet "ooh" slipped from her lips. Her hands passed over the honey colored hair that spread over his chest. She felt his heart pounding against her palms. Looking into his sea-blue eyes, she smiled again. "Let's go upstairs," she whispered. Billy nodded and pulled her to the edge of the counter. As their bodies met again, immediately Billy felt two things -- her warm nipples like diamonds against his chest. Then as her legs closed around his waist, he felt the tremendous heat of her sex radiating through her jean shorts. Though he was already sporting a decent erection, her excitement only added to his. He held her tight and for several minutes they stood making out like teenagers in her tiny little kitchen. Eventually Nikki said breathlessly, "Through the hall..." Billy carried his newly claimed prize with ease. While she was wrapped around him, her lips relentlessly sucking and kissing his neck, Billy peeked around her, watching where he stepped. As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Billy pinned her against the wall and kissed her madly. And Nikki responded with soft encouraging moans. The sun had long set and the bruised sky sparkled with stars. Darkness had chased away all of the day's visitors, leaving only the whitecaps glowing on the dark ocean like ghosts. In Nikki's bedroom, the double doors that faced west had been left opened so the cool evening air could sweep away the last of the afternoon heat. But neither of them saw or cared of the fantastic view from her veranda. Billy and Nikki were still locked in their kiss. Even as he set her feet on the ground they were frenzied. Unable to get enough of each other, unable to get close enough or touch the other enough; as if one held the key to the other's ability to breathe, to live. Billy pawed at Nikki's breasts; he nibbled her ears, her neck, her lips. Nikki's hands explored his body as well. Feeling his broad shoulders and muscled arms. With her nails she traced playful patterns on his taut stomach. Slowly her hands reached for his solid member that pressed against her stomach. Through his shorts Nikki felt its heat. Their voices mixed together in a pleasurable moan as she took his large cock in her hands. He felt positively huge in her small hands. "Please..." she whispered, "I have to have you..." her fingers squeezed and stroked, as if to prove her point. The entangled bodies moved with unseeing eyes to her bed. Nikki half-sat, half-fell on the edge of the bed, Billy loomed over her leaning her all the way back. His eyes shined with a mischievous glint. "Tell me what you want." Nikki grinned, "I want to feel you." Her hands finding him again and stroking more aggressively. Leaning down, biting her bottom lip, and tugging it gently. He let it snap back and he asked, "What do you want to feel, Nikki?" "I want to feel you inside me, Billy... please..." Kissing her again Billy began to feed her fire. Teasing her in all the right places. Biting her neck gently, his mouth moved to her nipples; sucking and licking each one, tugging them outward with his lips. He unbuttoned her shorts; she watched as he tugged them, along with her panties, down her legs. He stood and pulled off his own shorts. Billy saw the smile come to her face when she saw his erection bobbing in the moonlight. Billy had had every intention to make love to Nikki right then and there, but as he made his way up her sun-kissed legs, his lips barely brushed her flesh, Billy felt her body shiver. He could hear her whimper. He could see droplets of excitement shimmering on her small mound. When he looked up to her face, he saw that look of unmistakable pleasure across her face again; a look that Billy had already come to love. Listening to her moans he heard her words more clearly. "Yes... Oh god yes..." she breathed. "Touch me, Billy... please, touch me..." Gently Billy pushed her legs open and he heard her groan softly when the cool breeze feathered over her wetness. And he saw how wet she truly was; her pink folds glistened even in the low light. Billy sharpened his tongue and with the pointed tip he lapped at one of her wet lips. Her voice dropped to a low and extremely sexy timbre. "Oooh, yes," she purred. He licked the other side and that deep sound rumbled in her throat again. Billy breathed her in, and immediately her musky scent infiltrated and seized his world. He could think of nothing but her - her scent, her feel, her taste. Billy let his tongue flatten, licking her from bottom to top with one long stroke. Nikki writhed and gasped as he passed over her hard little clit. When he looked up at her again, he saw that she'd cupped her breasts and was rolling her nipples between her fingers. His eyes watching her hands the best he could, his tongue dipped into the heart of her wetness. She gasped loudly and bowed her back; he delighted in her taste. Billy loved her response, and did it again. Quickly darting in and out of her again, and again. Then he flicked his tongue over her clit and watched her reaction. Billy smiled. He began dizzying and sensual assault - alternating between piercing her with his tongue and flicking at her sensitive nub. He felt Nikki arch her back and draw in a sharp breath; his forefinger teased her hot and drenched entrance. Her slick hole beckoned him. She lifted her hips, drawing him in closer. As his finger entered, the tight walls gripped and held him. Nikki gasped. She whimpered. She groaned. But she could form no words. Her back bowed, her hips rocked. Soon Nikki was entirely lost in the pleasure he gave her. Enthralled by her wild movements, by her chaotic cries of enjoyment and obvious delight, Billy watched, almost hypnotized. He had never been witness to anything so incredibly sexy, or erotic before. The women he'd been with didn't enjoy sex quite the way Nikki seemed to; so fully and openly. Perhaps they were too young, or too shy, he wasn't sure. All knew was Nikki was using him for her own pleasure right now, and he loved every minute of it. Nikki propped herself up with one hand and met his gaze. He was fascinated by the sluttish gleam that sparkled in her wild eyes. She dropped her other hand over his; gently coercing another of his fingers into her, she helped to push them deeper and faster. Her hips rocketed to meet their hands. Soon her voice lowered to that sexy intonation again. "You're going to make me cum..." she breathed heavily. Dropping her head back for a moment, she ground her hips and mumbled incoherently. Then her head snapped forward again. Nikki looked at him, almost franticly and begged, "God baby, don't stop..." Her walls throbbed around his fingers - clenching, releasing, clenching. Her entire body surged... and Billy held his breath. Through wisps of wild red hair that clung to her angelic face Billy saw her fierce and wild eyes. She saw him too. Watching her, smiling at her. And that's all it seemed to take. The room was suddenly filled with a lusty, throaty growl. "Oh god, Billy!" Her body quivered and shook violently. Her hips bucked and soared. The velvet-lined muscled gave one last spasm, and Billy felt the warmth spread over his fingers. Summer Rental As her world exploded, white and brilliant, she heard his voice. It was quiet but filled with affection, adoration... and almost a sense of awe, "That's my girl, cum for me..." Nikki finally collapsed backward, still gasping for her breath. Her chest rose and fell with each ragged draw. Billy was so turned on; his cock throbbed painfully. He had to fight not to cum during her intensely erotic and pleasing display. Billy needed to have this woman, now. Slipping his wet fingers from her slowly, he elicited another drawn out breath. He pulled himself up the length of her body, and positioned himself on top of her tiny little body. She loved the weight of his body pressing down on her. Nikki wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply. Her taste still hot on his tongue. At last the kiss broke. "God, you're so sexy, Nikki," he whispered to her. "Please," she said, "Please Billy..." The look of fiery lust in her eyes as she whispered his name told him that she needed and wanted him as badly as he wanted her. He watched her face as he slipped one hand between their bodies and guided the tip of his cock to her slick, hungry entrance. Billy pressed forward and Nikki felt his engorged cock-head; fat, solid, and wider than anything she'd ever had. She wondered if she could actually take him. But slowly her tightness gave into the insistent pressure of his sizable head. He slid back just a bit. Then gingerly he inched forward again. His full thickness entered her, overwhelming her so that she could hardly breathe. Billy felt her heat; her tightness surrounded and swallowed him. A thick growl rumbled from Billy. But as he tried to inch deeper, she took another ragged intake of breath and her body stiffened. Afraid that he had hurt her, he stopped. He waited until her breathing evened out again. "Okay?" he asked tenderly; she only nodded. "I don't want to hurt you, Nikki," he said softly to her. In a breathy voice she said, "No... it's ok... you feel good." Billy moved cautiously and unhurried. Each purposeful nudge sinking him deeper into her, burying every last inch in to her velvety cove. Slowly they moved, drawing back, and gently driving forward. Surprisingly Nikki was able to adjust to his girth more easily than she would have thought; always feeling so wonderfully full of him and her warmth never left him. Their sounds drifted into the night air. Their bodies moved in perfect cadence, breathing and living as one. Both touching the other in ways they hadn't even begun to understand. They made love slowly, deliberately. Each moving with determined measure until their passion exploded. An impassioned fervency burned fiercely between them. Like the waves that crashed to shore outside, they ebbed and flowed, surging and colliding together. Their voices rose and fell. She arched into him; her hips forcefully rise to meet his. He drove into her, his thrusts rocking her entire body. "I'm cumming for you again..." Nikki told him. Billy gazed down at Nikki and watched. Her body writhed and wriggled. Her voice was throaty, sultry. Her face revealed the ultimate indulgence of pleasure. Seeing and hearing her made it more and more difficult for Billy to maintain control. But as her silkiness drew down upon him and began to milk him he couldn't endure much more. He buried his mouth against her neck; he groaned and growled primitively against her flesh. "Cum with me," she breathed hoarsely. Like the pistons of an engine being driven to it's maximum, Billy's hips hammered down upon her. With his cock a weapon of ecstasy, he slammed into her mercilessly, propelling her into an abyss of exquisite rapture. Suddenly a release so magnificent washed over them, filling them perfect satisfaction. Neither could speak. Neither needed to. Their worlds had collided in absolute bliss and without words, they relished it together. Their hot and sweaty bodies lay in a tangled heap. As Billy gazed down into her face, he brushed the wet strands of hair from her face. Through ragged and labored breathing, he whispered to her, "That... was... absolutely incredible." Though she too still breathed heavily, Nikki smiled contentedly and agreed. As Billy moved off her, she felt a breeze blow over her body. Her flesh tingled with a great sensation. Looking down, she realized why it seemed so intense -- As Billy watched Nikki become caught in the throes of passion, he was swept away by her sound... her look... her feel. But just seconds before hitting his own climax, he retreated and had cum over her stomach and breasts. Nikki looked at him smiling a bit. Billy explained, "I didn't think... umm..." He grinned and said sheepishly, "It just seemed like a really bad time to stop and ask, ya know?" Grinning up at him, Nikki ran her fingers up her belly. "Mmmm," she hummed softly, as she spread the still warm puddles over her stomach. With his finger, Billy too began to draw lazy circles over her cum splattered flesh. Scooping a small drop off her breast, he brought it to her mouth. Her eyes watched his as she took his finger, sticky with his seed, between her lips. She began to suckle him slowly. Tasting him, she moaned softly. His eyes locked on to the way her lips pursed around his finger and drew him deeper into her mouth. When Billy groaned, Nikki couldn't help but giggle. Letting his finger slip from her mouth, she brushed a soft kiss over his lips. "Next time," Nikki promised before padding off to the bathroom to clean up. Locking his fingers behind his head, Billy lay in her bed grinning contently as he watched the ocean reflecting on the ceiling. He knew that she could have easily seen him as just a kid, and sent him on his way. But she accepted him, and gave herself to him, all for which he was truly thankful grateful. Billy hadn't come out here "to get laid" like Eric and his friends had. He was only here to make sure they didn't get into any serious trouble. And in a way, Billy guessed he owed his kid brother a "Thank You" ... if it hadn't been for Eric's big mouth, Billy might not have met Nikki at all. As he thought about this, his smile faded. "Are you okay?" Nikki asked as she came back to bed. "Yeah, why?" Billy asked, pushing his brother far from his mind. Lying next to him on one elbow she said, "Well, you look a little sick." Nikki teased him with his own words from earlier in the day. He smiled wanly at her playful mocking. The smile faded from his lips, and he looked deep into her eyes. For a moment, Nikki was afraid something was wrong. Then finally Billy whispered tenderly, "Thank you, Nikki." "For what?" she asked quietly. "For letting me be here... with you." The look of gratitude, and appreciation in Billy's eyes touched her. "I'm glad that you are," Nikki said kissing him softly. They lay facing one another. Billy held her affectionately, petting her hair; Nikki could feel his heart beating against her palms. Nikki looked up at him and smiled. Meeting her eyes, Billy asked, "What?" "I was just thinking about everything that's happened today. And how happy I am that it ended the way it did." "Mmmm, me too," he said contently. "I thought you were about the sexiest woman alive when I saw you last night." Sitting up and resting on one elbow she asked, "Last night?" Billy too, propped himself up on one bent arm and he smiled. "We had just unpacked and were going for beer, we past you on the street. I just about put that rental into the back of a truck, thanks to you." Nikki laughed. "God, I didn't even see you," she said. "Apparently, you didn't see me this morning either." She tilted her head and tried to remember when he could be talking about. Unable to come up with anything she shook her head. "I was on the balcony this morning. I saw you about four houses down, running on the beach. You came in through the back gate, and did some stretching. Which by the way, just about killed me..." they both chuckled and Billy continued. "Then you went in the house and I was heartbroken. Until you came outside, spread your towel..." "Oh my god..." she laughed. "And by the way... running into the house in that teeny little bikini... " Billy grabbed his heart and fell back on the bed. Nikki flushed from head to toe, but couldn't help but laugh at his antics. But Billy was right, she never saw him. Nikki didn't even realize she had new neighbors until she heard the music coming from their house late last night. And at that she paid little attention; tenants come and go over there. As for her run this morning, she never once thought she was being watched or even that she might be. "I can't believe I didn't see you this morning," Nikki said. Billy smiled and said, "I'm just glad you saw me at all." Summer Rental Week 01 Day 01 If bisexuality offends you stop here, if not read on. * I am a forty year old bisexual man and live on a lake in Maine. The home next to me is a summer rental and the occupants change from week to week. These are the stories of my summer rental neighbors. I am divorced about five years now and have been exploring my bi side that I have been suppressing as long as I can remember. My ex and I had a great sex life and had been very experimental. We were just starting to talk about my curiosities when we split up for other reasons. At the end it seemed that we only got along when we were having sex. I have had a fair share of sexual encounters with one or more men. My favorite is a threesome with a couple where the guy is bi also. The last year my ex and I have been hooking up from time to time for some afternoons of hot sex. This story starts during one of these times. The rental next door was prepped for the upcoming season and I was expecting some new people next week when Leslie, my ex and I were having some fun on my back porch overlooking the lake. It was a nice warm day and we always liked sex in the outdoors. The view of my neighbors on both sides is blocked enough to offer almost complete privacy. Almost being the important word. So Les was on her knees in front of me sucking my cock. I was sitting comfortably on a couch legs spread and running my fingers through her long brown hair. I thought I heard a car door close but it didn't register and Les was caressing my anus as she was trying to suck my balls out through my cock. She was an avid cock sucker but was not into any form of anal activities. Well, I should clarify that. She seemed to love it when I ate her ass hole but shied away from mine. She had let me fuck her nice tight little ass, but not often enough, but our sex was always so hot I didn't mind. So there I was with one of my legs up in the air as she was sucking my cock and licking my balls when she traveled farther down and for the first time licked my anus. I was a man in dreamland. That is until I looked to my left and saw a young attractive blonde woman watching us with her jaw dropped. She appeared shocked by the sight but stood motionless watching. She raised one of her hands to slip under her top to caress what I thought to be a nice pear sized breast and then pushed her other hand under her short peasant skirt to touch herself between her legs. All this time Les was so into her ministrations on me that she wasn't aware of the voyeur. The blond looked up from Leslies head to find me looking at her as our eyes met. I expected her to bolt as she appeared to be in her early 20's and I thought she would be embarrassed to be caught. She kept eye contact with me but stepped to the side to conceal her presence. I could still see her and she could still watch us. The extra stimulation of being watched added to the new experience of Les' attention to my ass was too much and I grabbed my lovers head and came forcefully all over her hair as she was using one hand to stroke my cock and the other to hold my balls. Out of breath I pulled Les up to sit by me while I got myself back together. As I was caressing her back down to her fine firm ass I was surprised when she whispered: "Did you see her? I almost stopped; I was so embarrassed to be doing what I was doing, but in front of a witness..... well it...it made me really hot." "I saw her too but was so surprised by what you were doing a flying saucer could have landed and I wouldn't have stopped you." Was my reply. Les playfully slapped my chest and said:" You nasty fucker, you knew she could see me and you didn't stop me!" "Nasty fucker? Ass licker, cock sucker, cum in your hair." I laughed. "Is she still watching?" She asked. I nodded yes and Les said:" Well it's your turn, you better get me off and good, it's Showtime." When I was younger I always strived to have my love partners cum first. As I got older I realized that I was missing a lot of personal pleasure. If a woman wanted me to get off I just let her and would give her equal or greater pleasure later. It wasn't until later that I started having sex with male partners that I would relax and enjoy whatever was happening, comfortable in the knowledge that I have great recovery ability and quickly am ready for more. If a guy was sucking my cock and wanted me to cum in his mouth now, I would relax, enjoy his sucking and seek to give him equal pleasure later. Hard to believe that sucking cock would make me a more complete lover. But, back to today and Les. I wanted to get her to talk about licking my ass but she was getting that "get me off and now" look. Taking a quick glance to our watcher and seeing her, I slid down between Leslies' legs, spread them wide and buried my face in her pussy hair. Inhaling deeply I savored her scent. I adore the aroma of a pussy and Leslies is one of the best. Even the next day when she would be so worried she would not be "fresh" I would avidly suck her pussy. When she isn't aroused her pussy is what I call a high tighter. Her lips retracted and her clit hidden. But when she starts getting aroused and I start sucking them her lips engorge and extend so that I can suck them into my mouth and work them with my tongue. Her clit is the same, usually well hidden it comes out to seek attention. Some women I have known have lips and or clits that are always more visible. Back between her legs I started licking and kissing her from opening to clit. She was rocking her ass up to meet my mouth letting me know my work was achieving the desired effect. As she gets close she always liked me to concentrate on her clit. I slid one finger easily into her cunt and licked her like it was the last one I would ever see. Making love to Les is great for a man's ego, women too I imagine, as she is also bi, she cums so easily, as long as you eat her. She can cum in minutes from oral. I don't think she ever came from fucking but eating, she is wet in moments and orgasmic soon after. Wanting to completely satisfy her I would usually drift down to her opening and anus and feast there until her clit wasn't so sensitive, then lick her off again. Being multi-orgasmic she was always grateful. But today she grabbed me by the ears and kissed me wetly and said:" Not today pussy breath, I have somewhere to be." Jumping up she looked to the voyeur and gave her the OK sign and went to my bath room. With cock bobbing I too looked to my watcher and followed Les into the house. She was in the bathroom with the door open freshening up her snatch. One leg up on the vanity and giving herself a quick splash. Flexing my cock up and down in front of her "What am I supposed to do with this?" "You will find somewhere to put it darling, your hand, "Blondie" next door or some guy's mouth, you always do. Remember what you always said, "Never waste a boner". Before I could come up with a smart reply she was out the door and off. Standing there with a boner I wonder, phone for a booty call, hand or see if Blondie needed any help settling in. I did only hear one car door... Summer Rental Week 01 Day 01, Later This is part of an ongoing BISEXUAL series, so if that is not to your liking you should pass on this one. * As I stood in the center of my living room, naked, with a painful throbbing cock, considered my options. Leslie had just left me like this and although we had shared a great morning, I wasn't done. I thought about the Blonde voyeur from next door but was afraid to approach her. She had avidly watched Les and I but that didn't positively open the door for me. I heard movement in her driveway and peaked out the window to see what was up. Still naked I had to be careful that someone new wasn't arriving that didn't share my liberated life style. It was Blondie trying to move an obviously drunk guy from the back seat of her Audi roadster. Nice car, shitty situation. Being the proper gentlemen I put some clothes on and drifted over to see if I could be of any assistance. She didn't hear me approach and jumped when I did. I tried to calm her as I could tell she was pretty embarrassed due to her earlier voyeurism. I quickly said: "Can I help; you look like you need a hand." Flustered she replied: "Yes thank you. This is my boyfriend and this is how he shows me a romantic week." We successfully got him from the car and to the cottage. I half carried, half dragged him thru the door as she held it. "Where to?" I asked. Still flustered she said: "I haven't had much time to look around. Which bedroom is the closest to a bathroom?" "Well the master, upstairs has a bath in it but he might be better off in one of the spares down here and there is a bath here too. Leave a light on so if he comes to he will quickly find it if he needs it and you might have some peace upstairs." We got him settled and went back into the living room where she still hadn't relaxed and was very red cheeked with embarassedment. Being true gentlemen I told her: "Look you saw something today that probably shocked you and while unfortunate can't be unseen. How about we both pretend you never saw it?" "I will never be able to forget what I saw." She says but adds: "That was better than any porn I ever saw! If he ever sobers up maybe you can teach my boyfriend something about showing me a good time." Taking a second look at her I am hoping those red cheeks are from arousal not embarrassment. "Can I offer you something to drink for the help getting him in?" She asks. "It is a still a little early but, sure, whatever you are having." I reply wondering just where this is going. I settle in on the center of the couch leaving room for her and watch her mix the drinks. She makes two tumblers of rum and coke with a good dark rum and slices some lime. She knows good booze. From the rear I give her a good look over. A little over 5 two or so, long styled locks, narrow waist that flare out to a fine little tight ass. It is then that I remember that there is a mirrored finish to the bar back and she is watching me check her out. Now it is my turn to be embarrassed. As she turns, she now composed and in her element. She smiles and says: "So, it looks like we both like looking. Did you like what you see?" If this is where things are going I am ready for it and quip: "Yes, very much. Did you enjoy what you saw today?" "Oh yes, so much that I had to come in here and take things into my hands or hand as it was to climax things. Was that your girlfriend?" She says. "No that was my ex-wife, we have a sort of special arrangement." I say. "Nice arrangement, she comes, you both cum and she leaves." Now the smart ass. She sits sideways on the couch close to me, hands me my drink and as she touches my knee says: "Things are moving pretty fast here, how do you feel about that?" With an eye on the room with her boyfriend in it and one on her I say:" Fast is fine with me but what about him and I have been calling you Blondie in my head, my name is John what's' yours?" "He will be out until tomorrow, the shit head. We came up here for romance and see where our relationship was and I get this. It is going to make dumping him so much easier, tomorrow, or whenever I can get him out of here. And you should call me Stacie." She replies. "And if this dress was a little shorter you would know Blondie would be false." "Wow you are a little firecracker aren't you?" I tell her. She puts her drink down, leans closer and putting one hand behind my head pulls me into a wet kiss. I am thinking if this is any indication she must suck cock like a champ. Without breaking the kiss she runs the hand on my leg up and finds my hard cock. Squeezing and caressing it she looks into my eyes and asks: "Are you ready to give me some of what you gave your ex?" "What about him?" I said nodding toward the bed room. "Fuckit, you were pretty brave this afternoon (she lifts her dress up and spreading her legs shows me her beautiful down covered pussy) if you want this you have to take it here. He probably won't wake. If he does he will still be drunk and you will be naked. Could be interesting." I think "fuckit it is" and roll to my knees between her legs and pull her ass to the edge of the couch and look at her sweet young pussy. "Baby you look and smell wonderful! I bet you taste even better." I marveled. And she did, nothing like young pussy. As I leaned forward and inhaled her aroma I stuck my tongue out and licked her puss from opening up to clit. She shivered with pleasure. "I thought all you young beauties shaved or were waxed or something?" I asked. "Most do, but shithead over there thought this made me look more natural. Would you like me smooth?" She replied. "No Stace, I would like you however you wanted to be. It is just one more part of your personality. Like who you vote for, worship or go to bed with. None of my business. But, I do love a hairy puss" I told her. "So you wouldn't care if I slept with girls?" she asked. Shocked at how fast this young girl moves I say: "Why would I, I sleep with girls too, but it does make you hotter!" "Yeah, but do you sleep with guys too?" she asked. I paused and that was all she needed to know her answer. Before I could say anything she says: "You do! You are a dirty old man!" "What can I say, I love sex and have learned not to put any foolish boundaries on myself. Who I have sex with does not define me, it is only part of me." I say trying not to lose this moment that I want to happen but also want to be honest and hope it can lead to something more with her. Trying to move beyond this awkwardness I am feeling I lean back into her puss and return to savoring it. She is so sweet and tasty I am really getting into it and she is too. Before long she has my head in her hands and is holding it like I was going somewhere. She cries out and shudders with her orgasm. "STACIE, is that you?" comes a voice from the other room. She quickly pushes me away and pulling down her dress she says: "We will continue this soon, I have all week, but he might be waking. You better leave. She kisses me and heads to the bed room. Feeling like an intruder I slink out the back door and safely home. This is the second woman today that has left me with a raging hard on. I am running down a mental list of my partners that won't do the same and are available. Leslie started this, Nina is working, and Sam...Sam has the day off, I wonder if he has made plans yet. It is noon; he could be off somewhere but worth a try. Sam was the first guy I had sex with. He and his ex-wife showed me the pleasures of bisexuality and after their divorce he and I continued to play. Calling his cell I find him. "Hello douche bag what are you up to, or should I say who are you up to?" He jokes as he answers. "Damn caller ID, I had hoped to give you a dirty surprise." I tell him. "So what is up? No good I bet." He continues. "Well bud, TWO, not one but TWO different women left me with a hard on today and it is only noon. Les was here for breakfast and before I could finish the second course she had to leave and my new neighbor was watching it all and wanted to try out the pussy eater and her boyfriend woke up before I could get my pants off!" I laughed. "Well did you at least get her off, seeing's as you are such a gentlemen and all? And boyfriend, are you cheating on me" He asks. "Yeah, well a lot happened and she and I got to know a real lot about each other quickly. That happens when someone watches you have sex with someone else. Why don't you get over here and while you are sucking me off I will tell you everything and if you do a real good job, I'll suck your dick until you cry like a little girl." I tell him. "Sounds hot, but little girls don't have dicks shit head. I guess I'll have to shower and be there in 45 to show you the difference. Later." And he hangs up before I can slam him back. If some of our friends knew we fucked and sucked each other as much as we have over the years they would not believe it hearing the way we bust each other's chops. But it is a simple friendship not limited or complicated by drama or petty feelings. We have known each other since childhood and it was only a simple progression from buds to suck buddies. Wanting to be as ready for Sam as he seemed to want to be for me I took a quick shower and was just drying off when he walked through the door. Seeing me naked he said: "You were really serious about being horney weren't you buddy? Get over there in your favorite chair and let ole Sammy suck you off. "I" won't leave you hard, when I am done with you, you won't be able to touch your cock." I almost run to the chair and settle in. This is one of my favorite scenarios. Someone sucking my soft cock to orgasm or me doing it for someone else. My number one favorite is sucking a pussy covered cock to orgasm but this is pretty fucking good. Sam starts to take his clothes off and I ask him:" Please wait, I want to do that and you might stay soft longer." After all these years he knows how I like it. So Sam settles in between my legs and using no hands sucks my soft cock into his hot mouth. He runs his tongue all over the crown as he sucks the short shaft with his lips tightly around it. As I get longer and harder he moves me in and out of his mouth and when I am full size he strokes my shaft when exposed. We are both about the same size hard, around 7 inches, both cut and completely shaved front and back. I favor an uncut cock, probably as I am cut but Sam's is familiar and I am comfortable with it. He was my first and after all these years is my favorite. I guess it is funny that I favor a shaved cock but a hairy cunt and ass on women. As Sam gives me one of his wonderful blow jobs I tell him about the mornings events adding my feelings. "Sam, it has been so long since I ate a young girl I almost forgot how special it is. Don't get me wrong I love the women we fuck but there is something about new pussy or cock even. Especially new YOUNG pussy.' "On another hot subject how do you feel about another threesome?" I ask. Sam asks: "So are you ready to let ole Leslie see you suck me off?" Sam knows almost everything about all of my partners and knows Les and I had almost explored my bisexuality. "Well, she is not in my immediate plans, but this new young thing might be a great prospect. Sam's prowess at sucking has brought me to the brink and as I lift my ass off the chair I cum in his mouth. Shot after shot of hot cum goes down his throat. "You were ready, weren't you fucker, you usually last longer. And you came a bunch! Didn't you say Leslie made you cum earlier?" He asks. "Yea, that was the first time she really got into giving anal so it was especially hot, but her and Stacie both getting me hot and leaving me made me really ready for your wonderful mouth." I tell him. "Why don't you let me give you some of the same pleasure? Where do you want this killing done?" I ask quoting Bob Dylan. "OK, smart ass who said something about the "little death" for orgasm? He queries. "Fucked if I know, I don't do classics just Rock & Roll." I say. "Oh, you give a classic blow job and speaking of that are we going to do this?" Sam pushes. "You like it on the bed don't you? So, get your ass in there and I will curl your toes." I say pulling his shirt over his head without even unbuttoning it. As we walk down the hall he steps out of his shoes leaving only his shorts on. When we get to the bed he turns and I put my hand on his cock through his shorts. He is already hard. So much for starting from soft! Maybe later. I unsnap his shorts and unzip him. His shorts fall and his fine hard cock snaps up to his navel. I kneel in front of him and take his cock in one hand and pull it down to take the first part into my mouth as I hold his nuts in my hand. I suck him in and out a few times and say: "Lay back bud and let me suck you off." After all of these years we are quite graphic in our dialog. As Sam gets comfortable I get between his legs spreading them. I push his legs up so I can get to his nuts and maybe more. I don't always want anal but like to leave that door open. We have a way to let each other know if we are into it without embarrassing each other. It is awkward for me to actually say "I don't want to be fucked now, but licking is still an option". Getting fucked is something very personal, the ultimate submission and I am not always into it. I only have let Sam fuck me and never when anyone else is with us. But Sammy, if possible, is a bigger slut than me, always up for anything. Rarely saying no, or not now. But we are so comfortable with each other saying it or hearing it doesn't alter the mood. So today he is ready for anything and as I hold his shaft in one hand and with his cock head in my mouth, run my tongue all over it. I have his balls in my other but soon run my finger tips to his taint to check his mood. He squirms and moves his ass letting me know to explore further. I wet two fingers in my mouth sloppily and return to his anus. I run my fingers over it and apply pressure. The slut he is they slide right in to the second knuckle. I know just how far in his prostate is, find it and massage it. "You were right baby, my toes are curling!" Sam moans. Only in very intimate moments do we use such terms of endearment and this makes me feel he is totally into this. I speed up my sucking and fucking of his anus as I feel his cock throb as the first shot of cum shoots into my mouth. I like to let my male lovers enjoy the first few spews of their orgasm and then pull back a little to feel the cum hit my tongue as I do now. After Sam has gotten his breath he shamelessly asks: "So tell me about this little wench next door and when can we begin to defile her?" To be continued...