3 comments/ 63697 views/ 14 favorites Pleasure Boat By: lancer69 1. Tom Walker awoke with a start. He looked around him, but found nothing amiss in the cabin of his boat. He slipped on shorts and a t-shirt and went up on deck. The bright sunlight caused him to blink painfully a few times, but his eyes soon became accustomed to the light. He looked toward the shore of the small island where he was anchored but saw nothing. He stretched, then went below to the tiny galley and heated enough water for a cup of instant coffee. He nursed the coffee for twenty minutes then hauled up the anchor and started his engines. He moved slowly around the island, taking his time before heading for home. Just around from his anchorage he saw a small outboard boat stranded on the rocks above the water. He moved toward it slowly. There was a woman waving frantically at him from the shore. From what he could see from this distance, she was quite shapely and attractive. She wore a very brief bikini that left no doubt as to her femininity. He was impressed. He steered toward the shore, cutting his engines. The boat drifted slowly up to the rocks. Tom jumped up to the bow with an oar to fend the boat off from the rocky shore. The woman smiled, obviously relieved that someone had heard her cries. "I'm so glad you saw me! Can you help me? I'm stuck." Tom was even more impressed as he neared her. She was definitely stacked. "Don't tell me," he said with a smile, "you're having a bit of trouble." "No, I'm having a lot of trouble," she said, somewhat curtly. She caught the painter he tossed at her then pulled him in and held the line while he jumped onto the rocks. Tom asked, "You're alright, aren't you?" "Yes, I'm alright. But I seem to be stuck high and dry." "So I see. My name's Tom Walker. I was anchored just around the point and was just starting for home." "I'm Lisa Cartwright." She offered her hand and he shook it, briefly. Lisa seemed genuinely reluctant to let go of his hand. She looked him over boldly, frankly approving of what she saw. His 6-foot, 180 pound frame was to her liking, as were his dark brown eyes. Tom met and returned her stare. He decided quickly that he wouldn't kick her out of bed. "What were you doing way out here in that little thing? The weather can change pretty rapidly. You could get swamped and sink before you got a mile." "I guess I was kind of crazy, but it was such a nice day. I didn't think anything could possibly happen on such calm water. I forgot that there are no gas stations out here. Fortunately, I did have sense enough paddle to this island. At least, I'd be on dry land." "Good move. You're lucky there was land nearby." He looked at the boat, which was wedged between two large rocks. "The hull seems to be alright, but it's not going anywhere until high tide. That won't be for another three hours or so." "Three hours!" Lisa cried. "What am I going to do?" "Don't worry," Tom said. "Just come aboard my boat and I'll make some coffee and sandwiches. When the tide comes high enough, we'll free your boat and tow it in. I can't give you fuel because my boat's a diesel. Is there anyone I can call for you?" Lisa shivered suddenly. "I just realized that no one knows I'm out here. No one would have missed me." "Is there anything you need from your boat?" Lisa said that she should get her purse and beach robe since that was all she had anyway. Tom climbed down to the stranded boat, picked up her things and carried them over to Lisa, who by now climbed aboard his boat. "Say, this is nice," Lisa said, looking around the cabin. "Do you get out often?" "I practically live aboard. Actually, I do live aboard in the summer. I stay aboard when the weather permits from spring until fall and haul her out in the winter." "It must be nice. What kind of work do you do?" "I'm a computer engineer and a consultant. That's what gives me the freedom that I enjoy so much." Lisa studied him as they chatted. She liked what she saw. He looked to be about forty, in good shape and nice looking, to boot. She admired the way he moved, just like a big cat, lithe and lean with no wasted motions. Her thoughts began to wander farther afield and she speculated about what it would be like to make love with him. Tom put coffee on and put together a tray of bread and cold cuts and cheese. He knew she'd be hungry after her paddle to shore and from the emotional strain of being stranded. "You're an excellent host, Tom," Lisa said appreciatively. "Thank you, pretty lady." He looked at her and said, "Please, don't wait to be asked. Dig in and just make yourself at home. I need to get us away from the rocks while the tide is flooding. Be right back." He started the engines and moved the cruiser out about 20 feet from the shore and dropped the anchor. Lisa dived into the food and ate ravenously. She poured coffee for the two of them, then heaved a big sigh. Tom returned to the cabin and picked up his coffee. "It's beginning to cloud up and the wind is starting to blow." Tom and Lisa looked out the window. It did look ominous toward the west, but the tide was almost up to the small boat. In about a half-hour, they would be able to float it free. They should be back ashore by five, at the latest. "I think I have time for a cup, anyway." He sat back and sipped the coffee. They passed the time chatting amiably. Then, Tom went out and unstowed the dinghy and tied it alongside. "Wait," Lisa said. "I'm coming along, too. You're going to need some help with that boat." They climbed into the dinghy and Tom rowed back to the rocks where her boat was stranded. The water was already lapping at the bottom and waves were splashing against the sides. Tom went to the bow and tugged whenever a wave broke against the boat. Lisa added her strength to the effort. It began to move slightly, then suddenly broke free. They cheered as the boat floated away from the rocks. Tom held the painter and guided her boat toward the dinghy. "You row back in the dinghy and I'll paddle your boat." They got back to Tom's cruiser just as the rain started falling. Tom made her boat fast and hauled his dinghy aboard and stowed it in its accustomed place at the stern. Lisa shivered in the chill air and went inside to warm up. She put on her robe and poured coffee. Tom hauled in the anchor and started the engines. He headed for the marina, glad to be in out of the rain. He took the cup of hot coffee that Lisa handed him then went below to get his shirt. "It doesn't look like it will be a bad storm, just a rain squall. At least, the wind isn't too bad, yet." Lisa stood close to Tom, her breast brushing his arm whenever the boat bounced in the light chop. Tom felt Lisa's nearness and scratched 'stuck-up' off his appraisal list. From the way she was touching him, his cock began to stir in his shorts. The sudden interruption of his thoughts came as something of a shock. "What did you say?" he asked lamely. "I asked you if you would like to have dinner with me, tonight. You can have anything that doesn't require a barbecue. I have a feeling this rain is going to keep up for a while." "That's very kind of you. I'll eat anything except liver. I'm definitely not a liver lover." "Nor I," Lisa said with feeling. "But what are you especially fond of?" "Well, I like pizza with anything and everything, including anchovies..." "Sounds like our tastes are pretty much alike," Lisa said. Tom laughed. "I also like hamburgers, peanut butter and jelly, spaghetti, fried oysters, pork chops..." "Not at the same time, I hope," Lisa interjected. "Only if it's there." He had to laugh at the way she raised her eyebrows. Lisa thought for a moment, doing a quick mental inventory of her cupboard. "I can pickup some fresh oysters when we get to the marina. You like them deep-fried with cocktail sauce and French fries?" "Is there another way to eat them?" "Not as far as I'm concerned," Lisa said. "Looks like the menu is set. I'll bring the wine from my private cellar. Uh oh." "What's wrong?" Lisa asked. "All I drink is red wine. White wine won't go down." Lisa laughed. "Hey, what's so funny?" Tom asked. "I was afraid you'd think me gauche if I served you red wine with oysters. That's all I drink, too. Preferably a nice heavy Cabernet." Tom smiled to himself. Something tells me this is going to be a fun evening. "In that case, I have just the thing. Just leave it to me." They pulled into the marina at a quarter to five. Tom helped Lisa with her boat. He walked her to her car and got her address and phone number. He waved goodbye to her and moved his boat to his own berth. The rain had slowed to a steady drizzle and the air grew colder as night approached. He closed up the boat and ran for his car. At his apartment, he stood in a hot shower for fifteen minutes, trying to soak the chill out of his bones. He decided against wearing a tie. He thought he had gaged Lisa well enough to think that she would prefer a little honest comfort to ostentation. He settled on a pair of casual slacks, a polo shirt and a cardigan. The wine would be a good one, one of his best. A '74 California Cabernet should make Lisa's eyes light up. It would certainly grace the food, no matter how good it was. He arrived at half-past seven. Lisa met him at the door and welcomed him with a light peck on the lips. She led him into the living room and made him sit on the sofa. She took the wine bottle from him and carried it to the small bar near the kitchen. "My, my. Aren't we living high off the hog," she said as she read the label. Tom laughed and said, "I figured the occasion warranted it." "I'm flattered. Let me check on dinner, then we'll have a nice martini." "Sounds great," Tom smiled at her. She looked sexy in a pair of tight slacks and a knit top that did nothing to conceal the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. Tom caught himself staring at her nipples as she turned and went into the kitchen. He stood, stretched and walked over to the bar and leaned on it. She seemed to have a taste for the good stuff. The martini was going to be delicious. "Okay," she said as she breezed in from the kitchen, "things are moving right along. I'll fix us a drink and we can sit for a moment. Why don't you have a seat by the fire and I'll bring the drinks out." They chatted about nothing and the rain. Dinner was ready in fifteen minutes and they ate almost silently. Dinner over, she led him back to the fire. "Toss another log on and I'll fix another drink." He did as she asked. She was there in a minute with their drinks and settled beside him. The fire crackled softly. The rain had picked up again and was streaming down the windows. Lisa shivered comfortably and sipped her drink. "I can't thank you enough for rescuing me this morning. I still feel kind of foolish for getting myself into such a predicament." "Think nothing of it, Lisa. I've been trying for a long time to rescue a damsel in distress." She turned to face him and leaned closer. "You're a nice-looking knight, too, and you deserve a suitable reward." Her hand rested on his knee. "Hey, hold it. The dinner and the delightful company are thanks enough. You don't have to..." She put a finger against his lips. "Listen, sailor, I'm sure that you're wiser than that. I know that the dinner is enough thanks, and you know that the dinner is enough thanks. Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I find you attractive?" "It's a good thing it's dark in here, or you'd see me blushing from acute embarrassment. "Don't give it another thought." Her hand moved on his thigh until she reached his erection. She traced its length up and down with a finger-tip. "I think something's come up," he said lamely. "Indeed it has. Way up." Her fingers tugged at his zipper. She stopped. "Come with me to my room. Lots more room there." Her voice was hoarse with excitement. He stood up, his erection obvious. He followed her, putting his hand on her round little ass. When they reached her bedroom she faced him and almost overwhelmed him with lips and hands. His cock raged and throbbed, threatening to burst through his pants. She found his zipper and eased it down. Her hands trembled as she reached inside for him. She was also aware of his hands on her breasts. "Please hurry, Tom," she said chokingly. For the next ten or fifteen seconds there was a small blizzard of clothing. They stripped hurriedly, unable to contain their desire any longer. They fell to the bed writhing and moaning, touching and caressing. Lisa couldn't wait any longer. She knelt over him and took him deeply into her mouth. When Tom groaned with pleasure, she released him, then straddled him. She sought his cock with her wet pussy and gently rubbed herself against him. Tom sighed and shifted so that he could put his cock into her. Lisa moved to help him. With a glad cry, she put his length into her. She threw her head back and wriggled her hips, reveling in the way he filled her. She bent forward and kissed him, then began fucking him with a force that amazed him. "Lisa, honey, you're making me come!" Without slackening her pace, she looked him straight in the face and said, "That's the object of this exercise," she said breathlessly. "Come, Tom. Fill me. Give it all to me." Tom's face contorted with pleasure. He thrust his hips forward and he shot upward into her churning pussy. As soon as she felt the first spurt she began coming. "Oh, God, yes!" She bit her lip to keep from screaming. Her nails dug into his chest and she gripped him with her thighs. The pleasure seemed to go on for hours. They relaxed very slowly from the intense pleasure of their orgasms. When they finally settled down, he put his arms around her. "I must say, this is just about the nicest 'Thank you' I've ever had. Perhaps you could get stranded again, sometime." "Anytime you say, lover," Lisa said. "Anytime at all." She snuggled against him, her hand on his cock. His cock stirred briefly then relaxed with him as he fell asleep with Lisa. 2. Morning dawned clear and bright. Tom slipped quietly out of bed and went to the window. He had a nice view of the marina and the open sea. It looked like it would be nice all day, at least. Lisa came up behind him and pressed herself against him. She put one hand on his flat, hard stomach and let the other slip down to his cock. Tom got hard almost immediately. He felt her hand slide up and down his throbbing cock. "You're going to make me come again." She looked at him wickedly. "Turn around", she said. When he did as she asked, she dropped to one knee and took him in her mouth. His knees almost buckled as her mouth engulfed the head of his cock. Her tongue was doing wonderful things to him. He stopped her suddenly and bent down to scoop her up in his arms. He carried her to the bed and laid her on her back. This time, it was he who straddled her. He moved up until his cock was at her mouth. She grinned broadly, then took him into her mouth again. She held him with two hands, pressing the head against her tongue. Tom could only stand that for a minute. Then he slipped out of her grasp and got between her lush thighs. He was in her in a moment, fucking her with long, slow strokes. She caught his rhythm right away and fucked him in counterpoint, matching him stroke for stroke. They came simultaneously, then lay silently, holding each other. A while later, Lisa gave him a peck on the lips and rolled out of bed. "I'll bet you'd like some breakfast. Will bacon and eggs do?" "You're absolutely correct." He ran his hand up the back of her thigh. She swirled away from him, grinning. "Breakfast first, then fun and games. You have to fuel up first." "Look who's giving advice about fueling up." "Ouch! I guess I deserved that. But I have to admit the wisdom of the words." Tom swung his legs over the side of the bed. So, where is the john? I think I need a shower." "Just through there," she pointed to the door. She grabbed her robe from the bed and headed for the kitchen. Tom got up and stepped into the shower. He would shave on the boat, later. After the shower, he slipped into his clothes again. He walked into the kitchen and sat at the small table. He watched her bustling about, cooking and getting plates out for the meal. A sudden thought struck him. "Lisa, would you like to come out on the boat with me for the weekend?" "Oh, yes, that would be lovely." She came over to him and kissed him, then pressed his face against her breasts. Tom nuzzled her breasts. "The weather should be great. Nice and warm with hardly any breeze, according to the forecast." Lisa looked at him with a leer. "Do you suppose we could go barefoot all over? I'd really like to keep an eye on that lovely cock of yours." "I don't see why not." His cock stirred again. "It should make the trip more interesting." She pulled away from him, then brought plates covered with bacon, eggs and toast. She sat down and they dived into the food. Lisa slid into a daydream about the boat trip. She wanted to tease him while he stood at the wheel, to feel him grow hard under her touch... "Earth to Lisa. I asked if you're ready to leave any time." "Sorry, Tom. I must have been day dreaming. Yes, I can leave anytime. Just give me a few minutes to shower and put some things in a bag. Are we going anywhere in particular?" "No, I just thought it would be nice to cruise around the islands for a couple of days." "Sounds just great. And I won't have to worry about getting stranded." Tom laughed. "Who knows? It could happen to me, too." She was ready in ten minutes. Tom stopped by his place for some fresh clothes and they were off to the marina. "What about food, Tom. Do you have it aboard already?" "No, we'll have to pick it up at the marina. Can you do that while I get the boat fueled?" "Sure. Do you have a list?" "You can make the list. Just remember we're only going to be gone a few days, three at the most." "I can handle that." Tom pulled up in front of the small store. "Tell Fred to charge it to my account. You can just push the cart to the pier and I'll be back to pick you up in about a half hour." "Just right. See you." She got out and closed the door. Tom paused a moment, watching her walk to the store. "Nice ass. A nice little ass," he mumbled, and headed for the parking area. He got the boat fueled and headed back to where Lisa was waiting with the groceries. Tom picked Lisa up and helped her stow the food. He went up to the flying bridge and started the engines while Lisa took care of the mooring lines, then threaded his way out of the marina into the main channel. When they were clear of the harbor, Lisa looked all around and saw no other boats close by. She shucked her top, then the shorts. Tom's eyes drank her in. He was getting horny already. "This air feels wonderful," she exclaimed. Tom looked at her, smiling. He watched her nipples grow hard in the light breeze. Lisa began unbuttoning his shirt. She was pressed against him and had to move away slightly so she could get his shirt off. Then she relieved him of his shorts. Pressing against him again, she ran her hand down his chest and stomach to his already swollen cock. "I take it that means you approve of what I'm doing," she said in his ear. "Yes, it does. But we're going to have to keep an eye out for other boats. They may not understand, you know." Her hand moved on him. "If they don't understand by now, they won't know what's going on, anyway." He put an arm around her and fondled a breast. She was a very exciting woman and he knew she was going to be even more fun when they became used to each other. Pleasure Boat He caught himself. He didn't want to think in terms of a relationship. A nice, loose friendship like he has with that waitress at his favorite restaurant. Just a nice friendly bang now and again, just simple human compassion. Still, the prospect was pleasant. Lisa seemed to enjoy sex and was apparently adventurous. He drifted off into speculating about just how adventurous she might be. But her hand on his erection captured his attention. He turned to her and kissed her lightly on the nipples. She pressed his face to her breasts, her nipples hardening almost instantly. Tom stood upright again, panting slightly. "I think I'd better watch the road." She agreed but her hand didn't move from his cock. "Look, Lisa, over there to port. There's a nice little scow." Lisa looked where he pointed and saw a large, sleek cruiser. Tom reached down and picked up his binoculars. He trained them on the cruiser. "It's probably sixty feet long. What a beauty." He adjusted the binoculars. "Well, what do we have here?" He watched as a beautiful redhead stepped out onto the sun deck. She was totally nude. Her breasts were magnificent. They were large with hardly any sag to them. If Tom didn't already have a hard-on he would have one soon, anyway. "Take a look, Lisa." Lisa took the glasses. She gave a long, low whistle when she had focused on the cruiser. She saw the woman on the boat turn toward the bridge and say something. In a few moments, she saw a tall, broad-shouldered black man join her on deck and hand her a pair of binoculars and a drink. Lisa realized that the man was naked, too. Her heart began to pound and her breath quickened. She gripped the glasses as she stared at the other boat, hardly blinking. She saw that the woman on the other boat was looking at them through her own glasses. The woman waved. The man was still standing just behind her. Lisa returned the wave with a trembling hand. Suddenly, Lisa saw the woman reach upward behind her and put her hand on the man's cock. Lisa had stopped breathing. The redhead turned toward the man and kissed his cock, then turned back and waved again. Lisa was thunderstruck, but managed to return the wave. "Lisa, What the hell is going on over there? It looked like she kissed him in a sort of private place." Lisa took the glasses from her eyes and handed them to Tom. "She did." Her voice was a hoarse whisper. "Jesus," Tom said. He raised the glasses quickly and watched the man sit down beside the woman. They were sipping their drinks casually, watching through the binoculars. The woman turned again to the bridge and said something. The boat slowed and turned toward them. Lisa was still trembling. What she saw had excited her in a way she'd never known before. It wasn't that the redheaded woman had kissed the big, black cock. It was that she had done so deliberately to attract their attention. This was some group! It looked like they had exchanged mates for this little outing. Lisa became aware that she was aroused by what she saw. Her pussy was wet, her stomach a churning mass of butterflies. She gripped Tom's cock in her excitement. Tom took the glasses from Lisa and looked at the other boat. He was just in time to catch another wave from the couple on the deck. He waved back and gave the glasses to Lisa. "I think we're going to have some company." Tom headed back to the cabin. Lisa peered through the glasses again. "That would be nice," she said half to herself. "Very nice." On the other boat, Carole Meadows climbed out of the cabin and went to the fore deck. She was nude. Her husband was particularly attentive to his piloting, lest a motion of the boat send her into the water. Once she was safely on deck, he turned his attention back to Sara, the lovely black woman who was fondling his erect cock. Sara's husband, John, was in the galley mixing drinks for the four of them. Carole was a spectacularly built redhead. Her breasts were large and firm with exquisitely sensitive nipples, which were erect from the breeze and from the delight of being totally nude. She waited patiently for John to bring her drink. It was thirsty work, this sunbathing. She laughed at her own joke, but she did wish John would hurry. She missed that big, beautiful cock of his. It gave her a kind of comfort to hold it while she lay there in the sun with her eyes closed. She could imagine all kinds of lovely things to do with it, things she did do with it when they were alone. She opened her eyes and looked out over the blue-green water. She took a deep breath of the delicious air, then spotted the other boat to the southeast of them. It was moving slowly in their direction. She thought she could see a woman on the flying bridge. Yes, she was there, and as nude as Carole was. When Carole waved to her, she returned the wave. She called to Al, her husband, to send out the binoculars with John when he brought her drink. In a few minutes, John appeared with drinks for the two of them and the binoculars. Carole set the drink down beside her and put the binoculars to her eyes. She waved again and got a return wave. "She's paying attention, John. Let's see just how naked she really is." Carole reached her hand upward behind her and found John's lovely cock, right where it should be. She squeezed it gently, noting with pleasure that John was smiling. Then, she turned and gave it a warm, moist kiss. She turned back and waved at the other boat again. The wave was again returned, but with a slight delay. Carole giggled to herself and leaned back against John when he sat beside her. "What game are you playing with those people?" "Just seeing what they're made of." She caressed his muscular thigh. John asked, "So, what do you see?" "I think that they're our kind of folks. They're nude and they didn't seem to mind my, ah, familiarity with you." She turned to the bridge again. "Al, we should invite those lovely people to lunch." Her husband stuck his head out the side window. "Did you say we should have them to lunch or for lunch?" Carole laughed and said, "Take a look and see for yourself." He picked up his own glasses and looked toward the other boat. When he saw Lisa he slowed and turned toward them. He saw the lovely woman hand the binoculars to the man on the bridge. Al waved and was acknowledged. He slowed his boat further and pulled up within a hundred feet or so and switched on his loud-hailer. 3. "This is Al Meadows aboard the 'Sprite' from Sidney. Who are you?" Tom smiled, reminded of the days of sailing ships. "Tom Walker aboard the 'Drifter' from Seaport." "We'd like to invite you aboard for some lunch. Are you game?" Tom looked at Lisa questioningly. He needn't have bothered. "Our pleasure, Mr. Meadows." "It's 'Al' and for heaven's sake, don't dress and embarrass us." Tom laughed and assured Al that they wouldn't embarrass them, if they would return the courtesy. He told Al to heave to and he would come along side. Tom maneuvered his boat next to the bigger one and watched as Lisa put out the fenders and tossed a line to the big black man. She could hardly take her eyes off him long enough to make the throw. But then, he was an eyeful: six-four or -five, probably two-twenty and well-hung. A veritable black panther. Tom tossed a second line from the stern to a gorgeous black woman, then jumped aboard the larger boat. Al Meadows' grip was firm and warm. "Welcome aboard, Tom. I'd like to present Sara Marshall, a good friend of ours from Montreal. They're here for the summer." Tom released Al's hand and took Sara's. She looked at him intensely and seemed in no hurry to release his hand. "I'm honored to meet such a lovely woman, Sara." "And I'm honored to meet such a gallant gentleman, Tom." Tom looked at her from head to foot. She was beautiful, indeed. Close to six feet tall and lean, rather than slender. She had prominent nipples that tipped firm breasts which clung close to her chest. Her hair was natural and cut very short. Tom was impressed with her beauty and with the fact that she matched her husband perfectly. Lisa came in, followed by the incredible red-head and the big black man. Al said, "Tom, this is Carole, my wife, and John Marshall. Meet Tom Walker." Tom shook hands with Carole, first, wondering if he would be able to keep from getting an erection. Her breasts were, indeed, spectacular. He caught himself staring and stammered a sort of greeting. Carole smiled enigmatically, aware that she had made a conquest. Tom turned to John and shook hands. John had a blazing smile that matched his looks. No wonder Lisa had been so nervous, as nervous as he had been meeting Carole. Tom introduced Lisa to Al and Sara. He was beginning to get a little high from the situation, from the suddenness of it and from the people. He suddenly realized that he had known Lisa for only about twenty-four hours. Their second day together was beginning to take on unimaginable proportions. How in hell had they stumbled on this nest of lovable perverts? He smiled to himself and decided that when in Rome... Al turned to his gorgeous wife and asked, "Honey, don't you think it's about time we made good our promise to our guests? They must be ready for a bite to eat by now." Carole agreed and went over to Sara. "Come on, beautiful, we've got to feed this mob, before they start on the furnishings." "Come to think of it, I could eat something, too. It's been a long time since breakfast." "Can I lend a hand?" Lisa asked. "You just relax, Lisa. You're a guest here and I won't have you slaving in a cramped galley." "Thanks a lot, massa," Sara quipped. They went down to the galley together, arm in arm. Al came over to Lisa and tapped her on the shoulder. She gave him one of her best smiles. "You certainly have a beautiful boat, Al." "Thanks, I'm glad you like it. Where are you folks headed?" "Nowhere. And we don't have to be there at any particular time." "Just fooling around, huh?" Lisa chuckled. "Yes, that too." Al laughed and put an arm around her shoulder. "Then I hereby invite you for dinner at our house in Sidney. It's only about an hour from where we sit, and there's plenty of room and the view is magnificent." "Sounds wonderful, but Tom is the one to ask. I'm just along for the ride." She decided that she liked Al already. He seemed to be a nice, friendly, generous and unassuming man. He wasn't bad looking, either. She mainly liked the fact that he didn't take liberties with her, despite the situation. Not that she would have minded too much, anyway. Al got up. "Okay, I'll talk to Tom, but I'll bet you a dollar to a donut he'll go along with it." Al walked over to Tom, who was talking with John. "Pardon me for interrupting, folks, but I wanted to invite Tom and Lisa to the house for dinner tonight." "That's a damned good idea, Al," John said. Tom looked over at Lisa. The plea for acceptance in her eyes was unmistakable. "Thank you very kindly, Al. We'd love to." "That's just swell. We'll have some lunch first, then later on, we'll head on in. It's only about an hour from here." "Sounds fantastic," Tom said. Lisa was quivering with anticipation. She wanted to get her hands on John so badly, she was actually ashamed of herself. Her nipples were hard just from being near him. It wasn't puppy love, it was pure, unadulterated lust. "I'm really looking forward to it," Lisa said. Her eyes swept quickly over John again, for the thousandth time. And, for the thousandth time, she felt the same jolt of electricity when her eyes passed over his cock. Al didn't miss Lisa's look. Neither did Tom nor John. "Okay, it's all settled, then, and welcome, welcome." Al sat down on one of the deck chairs, looking very pleased with himself. Tom joined him and they involved themselves in a conversation about boating around the islands. Carole and Sara finished the sandwiches and began gathering up the other paraphernalia. Carole loaded up a tray with beer and another with glasses. The latter, she handed to Lisa. They joined the others and everyone dug into the food, chatting happily and enjoying the beautiful weather. Lisa sat next to John. Her eyes were on him steadily, her face positively aglow. When John invited her to go out on deck for some sun, she accepted instantly. They made their way forward, feeling the warm sun and slight breeze. John lay back against the cabin and sipped his beer. Lisa took advantage of the moment to run her eyes over him hungrily. Again, she felt the butterflies in her stomach as her eyes drank in his muscular body and that beautiful cock. She made bold enough to turn her back to him, then lay her head on his thigh. His cock laid limply against his leg, just inches from her cheek. She could feel the heat radiating from it. Her nipples rose slightly, and her heart pounded. She had but to turn her head and his cock would be at her lips. The temptation was almost overpowering, but she fought it down. "How long have you known Tom?" John asked her. "I've known him for... " She stopped suddenly. She had known Tom for all of twenty-four hours. ". . .for only a day. But it seems that I've known him for a long time." She told him about Tom's "heroic" rescue of her, and of their evening together. John laughed quietly and tousled her hair. He knew he had captured her fancy and he wanted to play out the string. Lisa experienced a hot flash from his touch. "You seem to have taken to him rather quickly," John said softly. "We found that we have a lot in common." She told him of Tom's predilection for being by himself and what little of his life-style that she knew. "He sounds like a sort of a maverick, but a likable one. He certainly seems pleasant enough." "He's a doll, John. He's kind and considerate and fun to be with. How long have you and Sara been married?" "Just over eight years. It was about three years ago that we met Al and Carole at a trade show in Victoria. Sara and I hit it off with them from the first." "They're a very nice couple. Carole is a real beauty." "She is that, alright." "I think Tom is impressed with her." Again, that deep, quiet laugh. "You're right. It doesn't bother you?" "No. After all, I have no claim on him. Not that he'd acknowledge any, anyway. Actually, I think it's fun just to know that we find each other sexually compatible." "That's just the way the four of us have grown together. No obligations, no pressure, no jealousy. We like it that way and expect that our friendship will go on for a long time." Lisa took his hand and put it on her breast. She almost purred when he caressed her nipple. "I hope we can be friends, too," John said softly. Lisa's heart threatened to burst through her ribs. There was no holding back, now. She turned her head and kissed the tip of his cock. "Good friends, John, close friends." She kissed it again. "Very close friends." He teased her nipples again. "Sounds like tonight is going to be a lot of fun." "You have no idea how much I'm looking forward to it, big man." "Hey, you two," Tom called. "I guess we're going to head for Sidney in a few minutes. Lisa, do you want to ride with this group? Carole is going to ride with me and show me the way." John snickered, than laughed out loud. "What's so funny?" Lisa and Tom asked simultaneously. "She knows the way, Tom, she definitely knows the way." Lisa punched him on the leg, and Tom laughed. "Lisa, I'll toss you some clothes. I guess we have some open country to cross to get to the house." "That's right," John said. "It's the only part of the trip I hate." "We must learn to take the bitter with the sweet," Lisa said flatly. John got up slowly and helped Lisa to stand. They went back into the cabin to join the others. In a few minutes, Tom's head appeared over the side and he tossed Lisa a bundle of clothes and her bag. Then he gave Carole a hand as she climbed into Tom's boat. She was still nude, but carried a bathing suit and robe for herself. Lisa went forward again to help with the lines and pushed the boat off with her foot. She waved to Tom and Carole and returned to the cabin. In a minute, Tom had started his engines and was off toward Sidney. "Would anybody care for another beer?" Lisa asked. Everyone answered in the affirmative, so she went into the galley, followed by Sara. "It looks like you've taken a liking to John," Sara said. Her dark eyes were gleaming with a strange light. "Does that bother you," Lisa asked, opening a bottle. "It pleases me that I'm not the only one that finds my husband nice to look at." "I have to admit I want to do more than just look, Sara. I definitely have rape on my mind." Sara chuckled. "It wouldn't be rape, honey. It would be mutual cooperation." Lisa laughed and slipped her arm around Sara's waist. "Hey, down there! Where's the beer?" Al stuck his head down the stairway. "We'll be right up, Al. Hold your water." Sara picked up the tray of beer. "Come on, Lisa." Aboard Tom's boat, Carole stood next to Tom, holding her magnificent breasts against his arm. Her nipples were erect and the motion of the boat caused them to graze his arm in a most delightful way. Tom's cock was beginning to swell. Having this luscious woman near to him was more than his manners could stand. He began to look forward to their evening with the Meadows' and the Marshalls. Carole was now aware of his condition. She pressed even closer to him and held his cock in her hand. She touched her lips to his ear. "Not now, my sweet," she whispered. "But I'll make it worth the wait tonight." His cock was fully erect and it throbbed painfully. He knew she was teasing him. He knew also that she'd keep her promise. It only made his condition worse. Just being near this sensuous woman was enough to bring him to completion. "You're a temptress, Carole." She kissed his cheek, still holding his cock. "Why, thank you, kind sir. That's the nicest compliment I've ever received. Just for that, you shall have first-class passage to paradise." "Now, you're making me crazy," he said. He moved his hips so that his cock moved in her hand. "Tonight you will go crazy, nice man." She looked down at his erection. "I think this will look nice between my breasts, don't you?" Tom almost came. "Y-yes," he stammered, his throat dry. "Would you mind terribly getting me a beer from the icebox? I need a little relaxation, right now." "I'd be happy to, Tom." She let go of him and caressed him with her breasts as she turned to go below. She was back in a moment with a bottle for each of them. Tom watched her caress the neck of the bottle with her lips and tongue. It did nothing to relax him. He raised his bottle to her in salute, then drank deeply. The sharp bite of the carbonation helped ease his condition. She stood next to him again, those lovely breasts grazing against his ribs. "Do I make you nervous, Tom," she asked quietly. "Nervous and very hot." "And nice and hard, too. It's a compliment to a woman when she can make a man hard so quickly." Tom noticed that she was breathing a little faster and the pulse in her throat was harder and quicker, too. He decided to try playing her game. "I feel complimented that you'd like my cock between those luscious breasts. I can hardly wait." She looked at him for a moment, her eyes wide. Then she smiled and moved closer, flattening her breasts against him. "I have a feeling that this evening is going to be more exciting than I thought." "I'll certainly do my best to make it so." He took a hand off the wheel and put his arm around her slender waist. His hand slid up just under her breast. He felt her draw in a breath, as though she had expected him to touch the breast. He decided to wait a bit. Pleasure Boat Carole looked up at him. "How do you feel about Lisa and John being together?" "Lisa is her own woman, just as, I suspect, John is his own man. We have no claims on each other. We're just friends with like tastes and desires." "Just as are the four of us." She hugged him. "And I think I'm going to have fun finding out just what you do taste like." Tom's hand moved up to her breast. He hefted it, marveling at its size and weight. He speculated on what it would be like to feel his cock between them. He could already feel the hard nipples against the head. "I think it's going to be a fun evening. "Come to think of it, I'd like to see if Lisa leaves anything left of John. She's been panting after him ever since we saw you through the binoculars." "He is a lovely man. I hope Lisa is strong. John can leave a woman breathless." "I hope John is strong. Lisa has a real flair for love-making and a real case of the hots for him." "Wouldn't it be fun to watch them?" She said it so softly, he almost missed it. "It would, indeed." His thumb teased her nipple and she writhed against him. Carole looked at Tom's face for a moment. As she fondled his cock, she saw the look of pleasure that crossed his features. His hand on her breast was making it difficult for her to keep her resolve about waiting, but the game was exciting and fun. She didn't want it to end so soon. When she spoke, she watched his face carefully. "Tom, do you like to have your cock sucked?" His cock jumped in her hand and she saw the effort he put into trying to keep from coming. "Yes, I do." His voice quavered slightly and the hand that gently held her breast had a definite tremor. She smiled inwardly and her own blood was up. Tonight was, indeed, going to be exciting. "Then, I think we'll get along just fine. That aspect of sex happens to be my particular favorite." "If you don't stop, Carole, I'm going to come. I don't think I've ever met anyone like you." "I'm flattered." She released his tortured cock but kept her breast against him. No use shocking him with a sudden withdrawal; best to taper off gradually. She looked out over the water. Sidney was coming up quickly, and Carole felt a little sad that their trip was almost over. She brightened, though, when she remembered that the most exciting part of the day was ahead of them. "A little to port, captain, toward that little headland. Around that point is our house." Tom steered as she directed and they were soon in sight of the private dock in front of a beautiful house. His cock was still hard, but beginning to soften as he concentrated on handling his boat. 4. Carole took the wheel for Tom while he went below to slip on a pair of shorts and a polo shirt. Then he relieved Carole, who put on her swim suit. She looked just as good with it on as with it off. She must cause a good bit of staring at a public beach. Even covered, her breasts overflowed the top of her bikini in a most delightful way. One got the impression that they were actively trying to escape their imprisonment. Needless to say, she used every opportunity to keep them unfettered and free. Tom's ardor had cooled somewhat, but he was still sensitive to Carole's closeness. Occasionally, the motion of the boat caused her breast to touch him and his cock responded instantly, swelling and softening alternately. Finally, they reached the dock in front of the Meadows' home. Carole jumped lightly onto the dock and made the boat fast. She helped Tom with his things and with the remainder of Lisa's things. She watched Tom close up his boat. Carole watched him as he moved about. He moved nicely, surely, with no wasted motion. He was going to make an exciting lover. "Well, this is home." She waved her arm to encompass a large lawn and a low, ranch-style house set well back from the water. They still had a wonderful view of the water even as they had privacy, once they went up the steps from the dock to the smooth, green lawn. "It's fabulous," Tom said. "I can't wait to see the inside." "Then come on, slowpoke," she said, running ahead of him. He watched her trim behind for a second, then took off after her. He caught up to her and almost tripped watching her breasts bouncing around. She unlocked the door and led him inside. It was breath-taking. The place was furnished in rustic, handmade pieces to match the open beams and stonework. The fireplace was enclosed with glass doors on two sides. One side faced a large living room with a huge picture window overlooking the lawn. The other side faced a dining area. "Carole, I'm green with envy. This is a gorgeous home." She came to stand in front of him. Her arms went around his neck and she kissed him softly on the lips. "Thank you kindly, Tom. Can I get you a beer or something?" "Beer's fine." He released her reluctantly and she returned with the beer. "I guess I should see what we have for food. Bring your beer into the kitchen while I take inventory." He followed her into a spacious kitchen and sat at the breakfast bar. She smiled at him and removed the top of her bikini. He smiled back at her and blew kisses at both her breasts. His cock stirred when she put her hands over her breasts and closed her eyes. "Thank you, again. That was very friendly of you." She turned to the refrigerator and opened it, muttering to herself, then opened the freezer. "Aha! We have steaks and corn-on-the-cob and charcoal. That should make for a fine dinner, eh?" "Sounds great." He looked at his watch. It was late afternoon. "Should I light off the charcoal?" "Good idea. It should be just about right by the time the rest of the gang gets here." She came over to him and held his head against her breasts. "I'm having a difficult time staying away from you." He nuzzled her breasts. "Not as hard a time as I'm having. But I've resigned myself to waiting. Tonight, though, I'm going to eat your pussy." She pulled back from him, her eyes smoldering with lust. "Light the charcoal," she said softly. "Try not to come too close to me, though. I'm afraid the steaks will burn." He laughed and put a hand on her lovely behind. She wriggled against his hand and began pulling things from the freezer. She directed him to the charcoal and he set about building the fire in the grill. He heard a noise and looked toward the water. Al's boat was just easing into the dock. He waved at Lisa, who was at the bow, ready to jump to the dock. They disappeared below the lip of the lawn. In ten minutes, Lisa and Sara appeared at the top of the steps. They waved and ran to meet him on the patio. "Hi, there. Welcome to paradise," Tom said. "I'll say this is paradise," Lisa said, looking around. "This is beautiful." "The good times have barely begun," Sara said with a wink. "Please, don't encourage her," Tom said to Sara. I'm already on the hook for more than I can handle, now." He indicated Carole, moving around in the kitchen, topless. Sara nodded. "What have you two been up to while we weren't here?" "Alas, nothing," Tom said with mock sadness. "But the promises she made will kill me just as dead." Sara laughed. "What's for supper," she asked. "Steaks, corn-on-the-cob and whatever else she fished out of the freezer." Al and John came up to join them. Lisa ran inside to get beer for them. She brought enough for everybody and they all settled on the patio, laughing and talking and anticipating the dinner. All of them were ravenous after the fresh air and the excitement and in anticipation of the evening. They finished eating around half-past seven, just as the sun was going down. The sunset made a spectacular picture through the window in the living room. They regretted that it wasn't cool enough for a fire. Tom felt Carole press a little closer to him and heard her sigh contentedly. Dinner was delicious, but Tom was looking forward to the "dessert" that Carole had promised him. His cock was already beginning to stir. He felt Carole's breast against his arm and moved slightly. Carole moved against him and her hand wandered up his thigh. "I think, Tom, that we should consider moving to a quieter place." Her hand reached his cock. "Besides, I want very much to make love with you." "I believe I promised that I'd eat you. That will count as dessert." They stood up, somewhat unsteadily. Carole led him down the hall to the master bedroom. She closed the door behind them, lit a candle on the nightstand and turned to him. Her hands cupped her breasts. "Are you ready?" She stared at his cock as it swayed with each step he took toward her. Her mouth watered. "I'm ready." His voice was hoarse with desire. He stood in front of her. Neither moved for a moment. Then, Tom knelt in front of her and put his hands on her buttocks. He drew her toward him slowly. She slid her hands down over her ribs and hips. They stopped when her fingers reached her crotch. She put the tips of her fingers on the lips of her pussy and pulled outward. Tom could see the glistening, pink flesh. With a sigh, he leaned forward and touched his tongue to her. She cried out and moved her hands to the back of his head. His tongue moved in her and she pressed him to her more tightly. "On the bed," she whispered nervously. She fell backward onto the bed and moaned when he buried his face between her thighs. She came in a moment and pulled his face up to hers. "My turn." She kissed him, her tongue probing deeply. "I've been thinking about this all day." She urged him over on his back and bent over him. She held her breasts and captured him between them. Then she rolled them around on his cock, listening to his moans of pleasure. Every now and again, she bent forward and licked the head of his cock. Finally, she held him in her hands and lightly touched her lips to the head. "Now, my sweet," she whispered softly, "I'm going to give you what you so richly deserve." Her mouth was soft, hot, wet and insistent. She took him in slowly, barely making contact. Then she closed her mouth on him, but ever so gently. Her tongue moved slowly and lightly over the sensitive skin. When he groaned, it sounded as though he were being tortured. Carole smiled inwardly. She wanted him to beg her for release. Her pussy was wet, her nipples erect. Carole took him out of her mouth and let her lips just graze the head again. "Are you enjoying this, Tom?" "Oh, yes, Carole. If I could move, I would kiss you, but I seem to be paralyzed." Carole laughed softly. "I haven't even begun." Tom shivered and watched helplessly as she softly scraped her teeth over the head. He twitched and writhed, but each time he thought he was coming, she squeezed the base of his cock until the spasm passed. She took him out of her mouth again and rubbed the head over her breasts, then up to her face. "Get over me, Tom. Fuck my mouth." With Carole pulling on his cock, he managed to straddle her head. She held his cock with both hands and urged him forward. Again, she used her teeth and nails on him. Very gently, she raked her nails along the length of his cock. He jerked and twitched. Then, again, her lips fluttered against the head. "You're ready to come, aren't you, darling?" "God, yes! I can't stand it, anymore." Carole smiled to herself. She had him in the palm of her hand, literally and figuratively. She pulled him in as far as she could and teased him until he swelled up again, ready to explode. She squeezed him, cooling the moment. "Please, Carole, let me come. I'm going crazy." That was what she wanted to hear. She loosened her grip and held him gently. Then, her tongue worked its magic on him. He screamed into the pillow as his come gushed into her mouth. His hips thrust forward as he tried to sink his cock into her. Again and again he spurted into her tantalizing mouth until he was finally empty. He rolled over on his side and let his breathing slow and his heart stop pounding. 5. John closed the door and opened the drapes. The moon was full and brilliant and softly lit the bedroom. He turned and found Lisa kneeling on the bed, staring at him. He walked toward her. Lisa couldn't take her eyes off his huge erection. She was almost drooling, watching it sway and bounce as he walked to the bed. She reached out her hand and caressed it softly. Then, she leaned forward and kissed the head tentatively. When he touched her hair, she took him deeply into her mouth and pulled him along as she lay back on the bed. He followed along with her, helping her to keep him in her mouth. Her tongue was already sending shivers along his spine as it moved slowly over the head of his cock. "John, put it in my pussy," she said breathlessly. John moved backward and knelt between her thighs. He moved forward again, letting the tip of his cock touch her pussy. He leaned down and kissed her lips softly. "You put it in, Lisa." Lisa put her hands on him and guided him into her. She was very wet, making the entry easy. She sucked in her breath as he slid in the rest of the way. John smiled to himself and held still. When she spread her legs wide, he pressed forward slightly. Lisa sighed and slid her arms around his back. "Please don't move, darling. Let me enjoy it for a moment." "Lisa, honey, I've got to move, I can't hold still any longer." The excitement had made him very sensitive. "Neither can I," Lisa said, and she moved her hips experimentally. Even that slight movement caused her to gasp with pleasure. John pulled back from her slightly, then moved forward again with a groan. He'd intended to pull out of her but the sensation was too much to resist. He moved forward into her, all the way until he touched the back of her pussy. Lisa gripped him tightly with her vaginal muscles and slid her hands down to his buttocks. She pulled him to her and sighed as he slid in deeper. John pulled back farther this time and pushed forward again. He seemed to be moving automatically, unable to control his movements. The head of his cock was tingling and the feeling was spreading throughout his body. Lisa was so filled with pleasure, she could hardly think. Her pussy was filled to capacity with his erection and she'd already had three small orgasms. She seemed to sense that the next one would be the big one. She tried to concentrate on the contours of John's cock, tried to know each ridge and valley, but the individual sensations blurred. She was aware of only one, long, delightful feeling that grew and grew. "Baby," John said in a fierce whisper, "I'm going to come." Lisa grabbed his hips, her nails digging into him. He didn't feel it. "Come, John," she said levelly. "Shoot into me." "Now," he shouted, and began coming into her. Lisa screamed when she first felt him swell up inside her. When he began to come, she just moaned and held him even tighter. As his come gushed into her, she cried out with each spurt. There were a lot of spurts. A long time later, Lisa's eyes opened. John was still in her, still holding her. She looked up at him and kissed him softly. "John, honey, I think you have filled me to overflowing." "You do bring out the beast in me." He kissed her forehead. Lisa put her legs around his waist and held him tightly. She pulled his head down and kissed him with conviction. "I must leave you for the moment. Will you be here when I get back?" "If I'm not, it will be because someone picked me up in a wheelbarrow. I'm not exactly ambulatory." Lisa laughed and left him lying there, panting. In another room, Sara held her arms out to Al. "Come here and touch me." Al went to her and held her breasts gently. He squeezed them, then bent down and licked the nipples. Sara arched herself against him. She was getting hot. Her pussy began to moisten and her nipples hardened. Al drew her down to the bed and slipped behind her. He put one of his thighs between hers to separate them, then let his dick slide up against her pussy. "Ooh, that's nice," Sara said. She rubbed against him until just the head was in her. "Now, slowly, honey. Move it slowly. Just the head first, then a little deeper each time." Al complied. He knew how she liked it with him. It was a little different than the way she made it with John. He and Carole both liked to watch Sara and John make love. But right now, it was Al who was enjoying Sara's hot, wet cunt. He moved a little deeper with each thrust until he was in as far as he could go. "Damn! That's nice!" Al cupped both her generous breasts, his thumbs teasing the nipples. "It's delicious and I think I'm going to come." "Come, Sara, love." Al moved faster and faster, panting with the exertion and the heat of the moment. They came together. When they had calmed down a little, Sara turned to face Al. "What do you think of these new people?" "They seem to be nice enough. Carole seemed to like Tom right off. That's unusual." I noticed that, too." She giggled. "Of course, meeting them when we were all stark naked probably helped. I mean, they get points just for that. And, they are kinda cute." "Well, you're right. I wouldn't mind a turn with Lisa, but she seemed to glue herself to John right off. Say, you're not jealous, are you?" "You know better than that. Besides, they'll be leaving before too long, and I haven't the slightest worry about John." "Can you imagine what a six-way would be like?" Sara giggled, again. "Wow! Like a pit of snakes, I'll bet. Everybody rolling and turning and twisting..." Al interrupted her. "Stop! My poor back!" Al put his hand on his lower back in mock anguish. "Maybe the next time they come for a visit we can loosen up a bit." "Next time? What do you call this if not 'loose'?" "Okay, so we're loose now." He pulled her to him again. 6. Tom opened his eyes and looked down at Carole. Her breasts were flattened against him, her nipples still hard. Her hand moved down his belly to his cock. She put her hand on it and kissed his chest. He began to harden again. "You're not ready to stop, are you?" "Not yet," he said. He ran his hand slowly up and down the smooth curve of her back. "I still want to slip into that luscious pussy of yours." She squeezed his cock gently and pressed closer to him. "I'm ready whenever you are." She spoke softly but with an intensity that left no doubt about her desire. Tom began to move to get between her lush thighs, but she stopped him with a hand on his chest. She took him quickly into her mouth, moving her tongue over his erection. Then, she looked up at him. "Now," she said, lying on her back. Tom crawled between her legs. He couldn't suppress a smile as he felt her hands on him, shaking slightly as she guided him into her. The smile didn't dissipate a bit when he felt how wet she was, nor when he felt how snug the fit was. "M-m-m-m-m! You're as big as John." She put her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper into her. Her words hit him in the pit of his stomach, but only momentarily. He was not the jealous type, but he was male and still subject to the vagaries of the male ego, no matter how fleeting the reaction. Besides, he was the interloper. He was the invited guest and he certainly had no claim on her. Anyway, she was a delicious fuck. Her pussy was so tight and hot and wet that he soon forgot any bad feelings he had and pushed deeper into her. Her sighs told him that he was making the right moves. He pulled back slowly, then plunged into her again. "Tom, darling," she sighed. "Fuck me, lover. Keep that lovely thing moving in me." Tom complied gladly, but his mind began to drift back to earlier in the evening when she had tortured him with her mouth. A slight smile played across his lips as an evil idea came to him. Pleasure Bound Her body clad in a short purple silk, her long raven tresses falling softly about her shoulders. Her heartbeat quickens as she sees the massive door at the end of the long hall. The flicker of candlelight casting shadows against the stone walls. The soft padding of her bare feet...the only sound...as she walks slowly and with purpose to the door. She pauses briefly, her breasts rising beneath their cover as she inhales softly. She raises her hand to the door, pushing it open slowly; it's weight almost too much for her small frame to handle. It opens with a massive groan. Her breath catches in her throat. Her first thought to turn and leave as she catches a glimpse of the people in the shadows. There must be dozens, she thinks. He had never told her what to expect, but she did not expect this. She spots him across the room. He smiles and walks to her greeting her with a soft kiss. Placing a strong hand in the small of her back he guides her to the center of the room. He smiles at her again, looking deeply into her eyes as He raises his hands to the collar of her silk and quickly rips it from her body. A gasp of surprise escapes her lips. Her eyes still locked with his; she sees the pleasure he takes in her shock. She blushes deeply as he places his hand once again in the small of her back, guiding her to the edge of the room. The people in the shadows now more visible as she is slowly paraded in front of them. Their murmurs of appreciation filling the room as one by one they reach out and touch her, the back of her thigh, a touch on her arm, a graze across a raised nipple. Her body responding despite her nervousness. "Walk to the center of the room." He says. She turns on the balls of her feet and does as instructed. As she reaches it a bright light is turned on illuminating the place where she stands. She stands there for what seems like an eternity, her embarrassment and nervousness causing her blush to deepen. She searches for sight of him as her heart beats rapidly. Finally, he emerges from the shadows, a red velvet rope in his hands. He smiles at her and says, "extend your arms toward me." She slowly raises her arms toward him. He takes the rope, wrapping it around her wrists securing them. For the first time, she spots the hook and pulley hanging from the rafters. He raises her hands above her head, slipping the binds over the hook. Smiling at her once more as he reaches for the pulley chain and pulls raising her so that the tips of her toes barely graze the floor. Hanging there exposed and helpless, she wonders why she agreed to come. She watches him intently as he reaches for a red silk scarf. He moves closer to her, smiles and kisses her deeply as he places the scarf over her eyes and ties it at the back of her head. Now shrouded in darkness, all of her senses seem to be heightened. The murmurs of the crowd can be heard clearly. She senses the presence of others nearer to her. Her heart now beating more rapidly than before, as hands begin to caress every part of her body, her breasts, buttocks, thighs, and her silken petals. Any nervousness remaining vanishes and is quickly replaced by a burning desire. She softly moans her pleasure. Her legs are lifted and placed into binds of their own, as she feels the coolness of clamps encase her nipples and center, quickly snapping shut. The sudden rush of pain, causing her to cry out. It then turns, as it always does, to pleasure. The many hands withdraw, leaving her wanting more. They become replaced with the warmth of mouths, tongues and teeth, caressing and biting on her soft flesh. A mouth finds her silken petals, exploring, tugging on her clamped center and tasting of her pleasure. Her soft whimpers of delight echoing against the stone walls. It brings her to the brink, only to withdraw; leaving her swinging gently in mid-air. The hands find their place on her body once more, as she feels someone slide between her parted thighs, he enters her fully, in one hard deep thrust. It takes her breath away, as she cries out in pleasure. He continues his primal possession of her, as the clamps are released, the pain and pleasure collide exquisitely. She screams her pleasure, her body trembling with the force of her glorious release. He withdraws, removing the binds and blindfold. Smiling at her and gently helping her to her feet. Her knees weak with pleasure, he slides a robe over her shoulders. As she turns toward the door she sees another woman entering. He leans in and whispers, "Would you like to watch this time?"