0 comments/ 19349 views/ 9 favorites Hearts Afire By: MacAlex CHAPTER 1 Have you ever woken up with the feeling that the day somehow had something special installed for you? Hmm, well, this morning felt just like that. But unlike other occasions when the promise ended by delivering up something good, this morning the sensation had a ring of apprehension about it. Don't ask me how I knew, that's just the way it felt to me right that minute, deep in my gut. I may not have all that many years of experience tucked in my belt, but those I have have taught me to heed my 'gut feeling', my intuition. "Bugger!," I moaned to myself as I hauled my weary body from the rumpled sheets. The show must go on, time stands still for no woman ... clichés began scrolling across my mind's window. I cast a saddened glance at the empty bed then, following a few minutes of ritualistic stretching, I padded my way into the kitchen. Reaching into the refrigerator for the carton of pulp-free orange juice, so recently squeezed and shipped to me from the sunny south as announced proudly by the all too bright lettering, I leaned back against the cool granite counter and sipped the refreshing fluid, letting it slip down my throat while gazing out at a dreary grey day filtering through the warm wooden slatted blinds. My mind began its habitual scanning of the day's schedule, noting several staff and management meetings, lunch with a new client (promising?), yet more meetings, then the arrival time of your flight from the coast. A silky smirk of a smile drew itself across my lips and I ran the tip of my tongue around them savoring the juice glistening there. "Just you wait", I murmured to myself returning the carton to its place among the fully stocked shelves in the fridge. It's been way too long since I laid hungry eyes on you and a tingle of anticipation ripples through my body at the thought of having you here at home for several weeks ... all to myself. I moved quickly out of the kitchen, its elevated position overlooking a jungle-lush dining and living area alive with stands of bamboo, exotic tropical plants flaunting their brightly colored flowers, and the ever-jubilant waterfall tumbling into the clear rock pool. Off to one side, entirely hidden behind a screen of thick, tall bamboo is the guest shower and facilities. My naked body threw a bouncing shadow over the stones ahead of me as I followed the path to the shower enclosure. Minutes later hot water, steamy and luxuriating courses over my body and I can sense my whole being relaxing. Subdued lighting, sifted by the bamboo surrounding me, danced and sparkled on my glistening skin; wisps of steam swirled up from around my feet and the water gurgled down through the stone floor to the hidden drain underneath. A fragrant aroma permeated the air as I lathered the soap and began massaging my supple skin. I'm so glad I inherited a golden color from my mother otherwise I, like so many people, would be subjecting myself to the tanning booths chasing after that ever-so-youthful glow. And likewise, my hair is a midnight black blue, falling in luxurious thickness to pass my waist, another gift from my mother. Oh how I miss you, mum. A tear blended with the shower. Nostalgia gave way to a strange sense of foreboding as I towelled off. What the hell is this about? Am I becoming paranoid or something? I haven't had this kind of feeling for ages, and never this strong before. I quizzed my pensive reflection in the mirror but no answers were forthcoming. Dark green eyes stared intently back at me, gold flecks like so much glitter swam in those two quizzical pools. Shit!! I don't need this ... not today! I poked a pink tongue out at myself and hurried off to dress for my first meeting. Being predictable is one trait no one could assign to me. As a young girl growing up in the wild highlands of Papua New Guinea, what had started out as a game between myself and my parents in order for me to keep them on their toes and for myself to maintain some modicum of control over my small world, I learned the secret of being ever-changing. In exasperation my mother would exclaim at least once every day that she "could never work me out"; that she couldn't tell from one day to the next what devious new ways I would devise to surprise both her and my father; be it a new game of hide-n-seek, new imaginary friends, etc. So now, standing before my full length mirror I smiled to myself as I ran a critical eye over my attire. My staff never knew what to expect me to wear to the office from one day to the next as they all regarded me as somewhat of an enigma as far as bosses go. I even suspected someone was running an office pool on what I may turn up in, or at least what my "color for the day" may be. And today I am determined not to disappoint them. Black is my color for today. From head to toe I am clad in black semi-aniline leather. My preferred choice of clothing fabric, leather doesn't itch and it doesn't scratch when you put it on. Leather is first cool to the touch and then warms to your body temperature, forming to your shape, much like your favorite pair of jeans. However, nothing smells quite like leather. All leather has its own aroma that is unmistakable. The smell of new expensive shoes or boots ... the interior of a luxury car ... I love it. The pants were tucked into knee-high boots with stiletto heels, the jacket with collar turned up in anticipation of the outside cold accentuates my wide shoulder frame and is cinched in at the waist by a 3 inch-wide studded belt. Apart from the leather thong, I wore nothing else under my outer shell. To enhance the diabolic look my lips sported a glossy fire-red. Then to finish off my apparel I slipped my Glock 28 subcompact pistol into its concealed holster inside the jacket. After all, a girl can never be sure when a dinner date may become overly amorous and not want to accept 'no' as a directive. Satisfied with the overall look I turned on my heel and headed down to the subterranean garage. The spiral staircase between the main bedroom and the kitchen delivered me into the garage. Sensors detected my decent and illuminated the spacious area with incandescent lighting. The focal point of the garage is the sleek black Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren. My new pet is a sports car and supercar automobile codevelop by DaimlerChrysler and McLaren Cars. It is one of the fastest automatic transmission cars in the world. Most people presume "SLR" to stand for "Sportlich, Leicht, Rennsport" (German for "Sport; Light; Racing"), while it actually means "super-leicht, Rennsport" (super-light, racing). My 722 Edition refers to the victory by Stirling Moss and his co-driver Denis Jenkinson in a Mercedes-Benz 300 SLR with the starting number 722 (indicating a start time of 7:22 a.m.) at the Mille Miglia in 1955. The "722 Edition" creates 650 bhp, with a top speed of 210 mph and 0-60mph in 3.6 seconds. All in all a good match for my life-style ... besides, I just love the gull-wing doors. The inside of the SLR is as exotic as the Batmobile exterior, with carbon-fiber seat shells covered in fine leather and a cockpit built of contrasting colors and textures. Slipping on my leather driving gloves, I turned the stubby key, flipped a cover at the top of the gear selector, and thumbed the button that hid there to bring the 5.4-liter V-8 rumbling to life. The whisper-quiet garage door cycled open and the sleek sports car, emerging like some black panther from its lair, slid out onto the cobblestone street now slick from a light drizzle and roared off into the misty grey morning. A shadow detached itself from an adjacent dark doorway and slit eyes watched as the car disappeared around a far corner then shifted their intent gaze to the recently vacated brownstone building. CHAPTER 2 Despite the dreary weather and the pall of weariness it had leveled on everyone shuffling about the city, I was most content with the day's business. All the meetings had started on time for a change and all attendees had been keen to have the proceedings done with as quickly as possible. It was Friday after all. The luncheon, too, had been more than fruitful, bearing a new 10-year contract for the company and a rain-check for a future dinner date for myself. I smiled wickedly. And I hadn't had to use any undue force to secure that either, just a surreptitious touch of the guy's inner thigh. I glanced up at a leaden evening sky. Through the windshield the street lights and headlights of passing traffic appeared as a glossy oil painting, colors leaking into one another as pools of water tentatively touched each other then raced to form into larger palettes of shimmering rainbows. The tires of my car hissed as they swished through puddles stretching across the road. Up ahead the city loomed as a sparkling crystal citadel rising from the swirling tendrils of fog hugging the wet earth. I'm excited to see you again after so long a break, and my breath fogged the glass forcing me to turn on the air to clear it. The rush of cold air swirled around me, reached under my coat, and teased my nipples into hard, excited nubs of sensitivity. They rubbed on the inside of my coat and the pleasurable tingle coursing down my back made me let out a soft moan and I squirmed in my seat. I had time after work to dash home and change into my thigh-length leather jacket. The night was full of promises. I pulled up in front of your apartment and you were already waiting for me. At first you didn't notice my car and I took the opportunity to run my eyes over your lithe body as you stood chatting with the burly doorman. He said something to cause you to throw your head back and laugh generously and my eyes followed the sensuous curve of your neck till it met the plunging vee of your black shirt. My breath caught and my pulse quickened. It was all I could do not to call your name and you turned at the sound of the huskiness emanating from a strange car. You pecked the doorman on the cheek causing him to blush, then you glided over to my car. "New wheels, I see ... I like very much." For a few seconds nothing else was said...hot silence sat between us as we both drank in each other. Then the spell was broken. You let out a soft laugh, leaned over and kissed me softly, full on the lips and settled back into your seat. I laughed, tossing my thick hair, and gunned the Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren out into the flowing traffic. " ... and the car's not too bad either." You smiled wickedly as I cast a smoky glance your way. We sped through the center of the city and our conversation kept pace as we both endeavored to make up for lost time by recounting every second that had passed since we were last together. The interior of the car filled with companionable warmth, friendship ... and love. Outside I could see people huddled down against the falling rain as they made their way home to their own loved ones. At least I hoped they were not alone on a night like this, I think to myself. The SLR grumbled down through the gears as if it resented having to slow down as I swung off the main road and into a narrow, tree-lined cobbled street. Fashionable old-world gas lamps spilled pools of yellow light onto the street and I rolled the car down into the garage even before the door was fully retracted. You arched an exquisitely curved eyebrow as you eye. "New place, too, hon," I said, then noticing your expression I smiled. "It's been a good year." As we mounted the spiral stairs you couldn't take your eyes off my figure moving sensuously ahead of you. The glow from concealed lights were captured, then thrown back randomly in muted tones from the ultra soft red leather coat I wore which fell to mid-thigh. It was cinched in at my narrow waste by a wide leather tie knotted casually on my left hip. The collar was turned up at the back against the weather but couldn't contain my thick dark tresses that cascaded over my shoulders and way down my back. The tip of your tongue flicked out and reamed your lips as your eyes glided down my legs to my feet cupped in soft red leather ankle boots that matched the coat. My hips swayed seductively up the stairs and you sensed a warm sensation of anticipation emanating from your groin. Once the door had closed behind us, you couldn't help but catch your breath as you took in the surroundings. The carpet was thick and a rich coffee bean color; the walls a dark green seemed to softly shimmer as flecks of imbedded gold caught and threw back the light emanating from somewhere above or among the dense stands of bamboo, you couldn't determine which. The sound of tripling water intermingled with an aroma suffused with the smell of lush jungle and tropical blooms. You sensed rather than heard the strains of music flowing among the leaves as some primaeval rhythm. You caught me smiling at you as you suddenly realized you'd been holding your breath for some time. "My god, this is ... is...beautiful!." You felt a compulsion to whisper. I shucked off my boots and, hooking my finger, beckoned you to follow me deeper down the passage, which seemed more like a jungle trail than a hallway. Leaving your shoes at the head of the stairs, you followed me bare footed revelling in the deep carpet pile and it seemed to you that we were walking on heavy moss. You stretched your toes in sensual delight. Making a left turn and walking a half dozen steps we emerged from the bamboo-lined trail and stopped at the edge of a sweeping set of wide stairs, or rather various planes of rock shelves, because that's what they looked like as they lead down to a lower level ... more a jungle clearing, because the room was filled with yet more bamboo in cohabitation with lush tropical greenery, gorgeous arrays of orchids, and numerous other equatorial flowers. It's only when you felt me take your hand that the spell was broken and you suddenly noticed the water running among the stone stairs and spilling into a good sized rook pool from an ten foot high waterfall at the edge of the clearing. I lead you gently down beside the cascading water till we were standing at the pool side. "Care to join me?" I asked, slipping out of my leather jacket. I was completely naked. My skin appeared to have an inner glow all its own; the subdued light only helped to enhance the very fine golden hair on my skin. The twin globes of my full, supple breasts were tipped with the hard nubs of my nipples and as I stepped up to you my breasts jiggled ever so slightly with my feline movement. The deep emerald of my eyes twinkled with mischievous intent as I helped you out of you short black skirt, letting it pool at your feet like a discarded shadow. Our bare breasts pressed softly at first, then harder as I took you in a passionate embrace. My tongue glided around your lips, savoring your taste then insinuated itself pass your teeth and deep into your inviting mouth as you uttered a guttural moan, and your eyes flickered then closed with delight. My tongue was alive in your mouth, reaching round every curve, massaging your own tongue and all the while we both moaned and mewed with sensual pleasure. My hands were in your hair feeling its rich texture then one hand slipped gently to your neck where it teased the fine hairs there and I felt a shiver coarse through your body ... then your pressed harder to me ... ground your hips against mine ... both your hands clasped my arse, squeezed, kneaded the supple fullness, pressed me even tighter into your own body. I took my mouth away and dropped my head to your neck biting, nibbled, sucked like some vampire while you threw your head back and let out a loud moan. I continued to nuzzle your neck as I drew you down gently until we were both kneeling. I pushed you further till you were laying on your back. Your eyes were closed in ecstasy, your arms raised above your head, your fingers digging deep into the carpet. I gazed down at your wonderfully full breasts now that they were stretched up and apart. I ran my tongue along their underside, first one then the other while my hand kneaded the other ... my thumb reached up and played around one hardened nipple, rocked it back & forth, round & round. My lips closed in over the other nipple, sucked it into my mouth ... I teased it with the tip of my tongue, flicked it ... my tongue circled the nipple which grew even bigger, even harder under my attention. You moaned and twisted your body, taking short, sharp breaths as your breasts and nipples grew more and more hot and sensitive at my touch. Your hands came down and pulled my head harder to your breast, urging me on ... while I continued working on one nipple and breast, alternatively sucking and licking, my hand left the other breast. I raked my finger nails ever so lightly over your stomach, around your belly button, down to the edge of your black panties. One, then two, then my whole hand sloooowly slid under the band of your panties; finger tips touched the silky curls of your hidden bush; pressed down gently onto your mons ... a load moooan escaped your lips, and you arched your back, pushing your hips up to meet my hand down there. I smiled to myself. My fingers pressed down firmer. The outer fingers pressured your mons while the inner two fingers slipped down between the cleft of your pussy lips—it was moist with your love juices. "OH ... OH ... my ... my god!" you exclaimed aloud. You whipped your head back and forth. I forced my head up despite your hands pulling me down, so I could watch the action between your legs which were now wide apart, slightly bent. My fingers were buried in your pussy now. I thrust deep into you ... sloooowly, then faster ... harder ... my whole hand now wet with your juices. "NO, no ... let ... me ..." You abruptly sat up and tugged your panties off then slumped back with a sob. I could see your whole pussy now, the hair glistening with your love juices. I abandoned myself to desire. My hand and fingers pumped in, out, in, out ... faster, faster ... fingers searched out your G-spot while the thumb roamed back & forth over your hardened clit. I knelt closer to your bucking, grinding hips, working on your pussy. Your hands grabbed your breasts and kneaded them hard, pinching, twisting the nipples. Sobs and moans escaped your lips as your tongue darted in and out, licking. I moved round till I was between your legs. I glanced up over your rising and falling stomach, between your quivering breasts now beaded with perspiration, you bit your lips. Then I lowered my head and closed my mouth over your pussy. I slid my tongue up and down your labia, savoring your taste. Suddenly you bucked, thrusting your hips up in convulsion. Your hands seized my head and pulled it harder into you pussy—you moaned louder. My tongue searched out your clit and as I sucked hard on it—swirled my tongue over, round it—I forced my tongue to pressure your clit. My passion was driving me on faster. I slid two fingers inside your drenched pussy. I penetrated you deep—deeper—you could feel my fingers touch the walls of your love cave—felt them massaging the inside of you—pumping in, out, in out ... faster ... FASTER ... HARDER! You're spent now. Your breasts heaved with every gasp—every pant—every MOAN. I gave you no rest. My fingers found your G-spot and you jumped at the shock of ecstasy—you stifled a scream of pleasure. I pulled my face away from your pussy as juice flooded out. I began kissing, teasing your inner thighs— my fingers were still drumming your G-spot. Now my thumb was on your clit, rubbing it back and forth, round, round. You panted faster—short, sharp breaths—your legs quivered—your body twisting, thrust up, shaking. You begged me to STOP! NO! DON'T STOP! OH, GOD ... PLEASE ... NO MORE ... My fingers worked like a piston—in, out, in, out—faster—FASTER —FASTER!!!!!! "OH ... OH ... I'M CUMMING ...," you almost screamed-shouted-sobbed. "I'M ... OH ... OH ... OH ... I'M CUUMMIIING!!" Hearts Afire Pt. 02 CHAPTER 3 Water. Drumming. Cascading. Em lay on her back resisting the urge to claw my way out of a deep, satisfying sleep. Eyes closed, she lay perfectly still and allowed her other senses to search out the source of the falling water. Ah, the guest shower! Mac was already awake and freshening up. In confirmation, Em's hand felt an empty space beside her where Mac slept last night. Her body arched in a luxuriating stretch ... ahh ... it's Saturday, and I am on vacation­—the first I've treated myself to in years. She rolled over onto her stomach and, resting her chin on her crossed arms, watched Mac's shape shifting behind the stand of bamboo where she showered. Tendrils of steam leaked up through the fine leaves and a frown creased Em's brow. Weird. That feeling yesterday morning—one of foreboding—was still there. Left her last night during their pleasuring, but now it was back. Strange. Yet nothing untoward happened yesterday. Hmm—probably just the fact that she was on vacation and her mind didn't like the idea of shutting off from work. That must be it. She rose slowly and made her way up to the kitchen. Em's hands were busying themselves with making fresh orange juice as her mind mused on the weather outside—a little more promising than yesterday morning she decided. She didn't hear Mac approach then suddenly hands were reaching around in front of her cupping her full heavy breasts. Mac brushed the back of Em's neck with her lips, then the tip of her tongue, immediately an electric charge raced through Em's body and gooseflesh appeared the length of her arms. "Mmmmm," Em sighed, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. "Good morning, angel," she whispered. "So, what's on the agenda for today?" Mac asked as she snatched Em's glass of fresh juice. Em shot her a perfunctory frown and began preparing a second glass—this one for herself. "Oh, for starters I thought we'd have breakfast at my favorite morning haunt, then I thought we could take a drive in the country—get out of Dodge." "Great! Sounds terrific. And I know what you mean about getting away for a bit. Why do you think I'm here?" Mac drained the last of her juice and, running her tongue around glistening lips, gave Em a mischievous grin. "I enjoyed your welcoming party last night. Well ...," she turned to leave and ran a well manicured finger nail down Em's arm, "... I'm going to get dressed". Em watched as Mac headed down pass the pool area to the guest room situated behind the jungle of bamboo. Just before she disappeared into the foliage the blonde turn. "Hey, you're so thoughtful ... I mean, the roses, and all". She vanished behind the bamboo screen before Em could offer a response. She frowned deeply. What roses? She didn't organise any flowers for her friend? For long minutes she stood there, eyes riveted on the spot where Mac had disappeared into her room. Her mind awhirl with worried and confused thought­—what the hell was Mac talking about? Roses? And more to the point—how the hell did they get into the apartment? ********** The McLaren purred along the blacktop like an unleashed jungle cat. Breakfast was terrific as always, the staff over-attentive to their favorite customer, 'she of big tips', but the occasion was tainted by the troublesome thoughts racing through Em's mind. She couldn't shake that sense of foreboding, especially with the sudden apparition of the mysterious roses. Having decided not to worry Mac unduly, she had gone along with her friend believing Em responsible for the flowery gift. Mac believed Em had done a marvellous job of being an entertaining host and friend because she never once remarked on her being distracted by her pondering. Em did, however, take the opportunity of a rest room break to place a call to her personal security service to instruct them to let themselves into the apartment to check for any break-ins, and to immediately install the most sophisticated security system they could manage while she was away for the next few days "Em? ... Emily ... are you listening?" "Wha—? Oh, I'm sorry, Mac," Em stammered, dragging her attention back inside the car, "I guess it's going to take a while to get my mind off work. What were you saying?" Mac waved a dismissive hand. "It doesn't matter—nothing important—just that I've left my husband, and that I'm pregnant—with triplets." Em almost lost control of the car. "WHAT?!" She shot a glance Mac's way to see her friend chuckling. "Hey, wait a minute. Since when have you been interested in men? You haven't changed on me, have you? When did you—?" Now Mac was laughing. "Oh, I see," Em said, feigning anger, "Ha! Some joke! Don't do that to me!" Tears were rolling down Mac's cheeks. "You should see your face! Priceless! It's been a long time since I could catch you out like that. Fantastic!" Em joined in her laughter. Sounds of their friendly banter trailed them as they wound their way through heavily forested hills leading away from the city, now far behind them and fast disappearing out of sight. Above us a brittle blue sky was devoid of clouds and although the air was growing crisper as the road rose higher towards the mountain range ahead, the sun streaming through the blue spruce and giant redwoods still carried cosy warmth into the car. As signs of the city finally fell from sight so did the ominous feeling that had haunted Em all morning. Her hands relaxed their grip of the steering wheel, her shoulders dropped, and she sighed quietly as a sense of relaxation washed over her. ********** "WOW! This is fantastic!" Em couldn't help smiling as she watched Mac leap from one boulder to another, like a small child jumping the backs of a group of hippopotamuses. It was late morning and they had pulled off the main road to grab coffee and maybe a small snack at a quaint roadhouse diner. Looking like a small cottage displaced from a seashore setting, the diner was nestled under towering pines facing across the road to a magnificent vista of valleys, rolling foothills and verdant forests. Em joined her younger friend atop a particularly large grey granite hump and slid an arm around her waist as they both breathed deep of the sharp, clean mountain air and marveled at the scenery. "Em, this is so beautiful. You're so lucky to live so close to country like this. Yet there you are, burying yourself in your business to the point that you never give yourself time to get out and enjoy ... all this," Mac exclaimed as she swept the panorama with her free hand. "Yeah, I know. Don't go reminding me, okay?" Em took Mac's hands in hers and helped her down off the boulder. Arm in arm, they sauntered over to the diner and occupied a table and chairs set up outside. They both settled for coffee and two cheese baguettes. Em reached across the table and took the other's hands in hers, "Mac, I'm so thrilled you're here. It's been way too long between visits. Let's promise each other to make this at least an annual event." Even she could sense the pleading in her question and Mac gave her a quizzical look. "Em, I couldn't think of anything better. You have my promise." Em was touched by Mac's sincerity. "Here you are, ladies. Coffee and baguettes. Take your time and enjoy." The door closed behind the waitress before they realized she had even left them. A short distance away, pulled off to the side of the road, a car stood hidden behind a screen of trees. Inside, a lone figure sat with binoculars raised, watching the two women sipping at their coffees and heads bent close together as they chatted. The taller of the two, dressed all in leather and her long dark hair flowing from under a dark woollen cap, threw back her head and laughed. Faint strains of her outburst drifted on the mountain air to the watcher. For a few seconds the binoculars were lowered while a quick gulp of coffee was taken from a flask close at hand ... then the surveillance was taken up again. CHAPTER 4 "You'll find everything you'll need—towels in the bathroom, extras in the closet there should you need more pillows, they're in the closet, too. When you're settled in, please feel free to come join us downstairs in the sitting room for drinks." The hostess of the B&B turned at the door. "George and I are so happy you chose to stop here. At this time of the year we don't get many people passing through this way, let alone stopping. Mostly they're skiers, and all they're interested in is getting to the slopes. But the snow's late coming this season. We haven't seen many cars at all. But the weather reports are hinting at snow any day now." She beamed a warm smile at the two guests. "Well, I'm keeping you two from unpacking. Don't forget—drinks downstairs." And with a soft chuckle that set her large bosom in motion, she closed the door softly behind her. For a few seconds Em and Mac both stood quiet in the center of the room, listening to her footsteps padding down the hallway then drifting off down the staircase. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm taking a shower." Mac slung her small bag onto the bed and proceed to take out a few items. "Em, you had this planned all along, didn't you," she asked rhetorically. "You did give me plenty of warning that you were coming for a visit," Em pointed out. "Besides, I wanted to make our time together was something special. Before you know it, you'll be winging your way back home and who knows when we'll see each other again." "All I can say is that, so far, you've done a great job. The drive up here was spectacular—I haven't seen scenery like that for—I don't know how long." The blonde shrug out of herr clothes and grabbed her toiletries bag. "I don't know what else you have planned but I'll never forget this trip—ever." With that, she winked at her lover and her naked body disappeared into the bathroom. Moments later Em can hear the shower running. Their bedroom in the rustic B&B was situated on the second floor with only one other guest room across the hallway opposite. While that room faced the road and the tall timber clothing the steep flank of the mountain, theirs had a large picture window which afforded a panoramic view of the valley below, with forested slopes in the immediate foreground sweeping down to a rollicking tumble of icy water that spilled over a jumble of boulders and rocks of all sizes as it made its way from the dizzying mountainous heights off to my right, to disappear in the growing mantle of mist roiling up the valley to my left. Occasionally Em would catch glimpses of rolling hills beyond the valley's mouth as the mist parted to the touch of an evening breeze wafting off the hills. A dying sun bathed the whole vista with a heavy spray of gold while those areas of growing shadows were painted in deepening shades of blues and purples. She marveled at the whole scene for what seemed for ages then turned back into the room. Cool air wafting into the shower made Mac turn. Through the water cascading down over her face she could make out a blurred shape easing into the shower stall with her. Then hands were lathering the fragrant soapy froth all over her breasts. A smile appeared on her face, then her lips met Em's. Their tongues pushed and shoved each other, seeking out the moistness inside each mouth. Em's naked body pressed its full length against Mac's, all the while her hands massaged Mac's full breasts, thumbs rubbing her nipples into hard nubs of excitement. "Oh, Em," Mac murmured as she lifted her face into the falling water. Em accepted the surrender and began kissing Mac's neck. Em's hands were leaving a soapy trail all over Mac's body as she eased her out from under the stream of water and against the side of the shower. Mac's eyes closed. She took her hands and placed them atop Em's head, gently urging it down. Em's lips found one hard nipple, then the other. In turn she suckled each, running her tongue across and around the hardness urging more excitement to the spot. Her hands were now massaging Mac's hips, then as she slipped one hand back to her rump, the other found its way to Mac's flat stomach. Even with the shower still running Em heard her catch herr breath­—she held it—anticipating. Em's hand felt Mac's stomach tighten. Rivulets of water and soapy bubbles followed the contours of Mac's glistening wet body; slipping along the underside of her heaving breasts, across the plains of her stomach, then racing down to the valley between her legs. Em's fingers trailed after the bubbles. Even while she continued to tease Mac's nipples, she touched the tight curls of her pubic bush as Em's fingers reached the slight bulge of her mons. Em placed the palm of her hand there and pressed ever so slightly. She felt Mac's body move as she shifted her position, spreading her legs apart for Em. With her palm pressed over Mac's mons, Em's fingertips eased slowly down, felt the soft cushioned outer edge of her cleft, and insinuated themselves ever-so-slowly between her pussy lips. She heard a soft moan escape Mac, then a sharp intake of breath as she felt Em's fingers slip inside her cunt. Em's head rested on Mac's stomach, her lips kissing there while one hand massaged the squirming behind and the other delved deeper inside her friend. Curling her finger slightly, Em could feel high up inside Mac's pussy; feel the contours of that cavern of love; feel the juices building up as her excitement intensified. Em's finger tips searched around until coming to rest on that magic spot. She knew the instant she touched it because Mac's whole body jerked as if electrified. A smile creased Em's lips. Now she began to play her love song with her lover's body. Inside, her fingers drummed Mac's G-spot while outside her thumb fiddled mac's aroused clit—rubbing it back and forth, round and round. Glancing up, Em could see between heaving breasts that Mac had her face turned to the side and she were biting her lower lip, trying to suppress a scream welling up in her. Em picked up the pace. she tried to hold the other steady from behind while she concentrated all her attention on Mac's pussy. Her fingers were thrusting in and out—fast—faster. Mac's clit seemed on fire as Em rubbed it round and round, pressing her thumb hard onto it, rolling it as if it were some small, hard control button. Em smiled—and that's exactly what it was! Mac's legs began to tremble; her fingers dug deep into Em's hair, clutching hand fulls of drenched locks. Em's ear was against Mac's lower chest and she could hear a primordial scream trying its best to erupt from deep inside her. Em's orchestrating hand was almost a blur now as she intensified her erotic rhythm, and Mac's hips were bouncing off the wall as they thrust harder and harder against Em's fingers trying to match her pace. Then through clenched teeth, "Oh—my—god!! Oh—oh, my—. Don't sto—don't stop!" Em's brow was a mix of water and sweat as she worked on Mac. The blonde was standing on tiptoes, back arched off the wall, pelvis thrusting maniacally as the pressure inside her reached its explosive point. A deep guttural groan or grunt squeezed from between her locked jaw as the first orgasm took her over the edge. Em continued to thrust in and out of Mac's pussy while her hips jerked sporadically as orgasm after orgasm swept through her. A trickle of blood seeped down Em's face as clawing fingers dug deeper into her scalp. "I'M CUMMING—OH, SWEET—JEEZUUS!," Mac hissed. "OH—NO—no, more." She all but collapsed, dragging the other with her till they both lay crumpled, exhausted on the tiled floor of the shower. Water rained down on them as they sobbed quietly, both enjoying the aftermath of our lovemaking. Cradling Em's face in shaking hands, Mac kissed her hard—passionately. ********** "Well, there you are!" The jovial announcement from our hostess welcomed us into the cozy living room. Heavy drapes had been drawn against the darkness and cold outside and the inviting crackling and popping from the open fireplace beckoned us closer. Mr and Mrs Steinbeck, we soon learned, had accompanied their respective parents from Germany as war broke out in the early 40s. The two families had kept close contact over the years until finally these two life-long sweet hearts had seeked each other out and married. Well into their 80s now, they had been operating their snug little two storey cottage as a bed & breakfast for the last 8 years. They particularly loved meeting the younger people who travelled the mountain road in search of the ski slopes as it brought the youthful exuberance for life and fun into the Steinbeck's otherwise quiet winters. "I've made you both some tea. But I can make coffee if you prefer?", the kindly woman asked. "Is your room to your liking? Is there anything at all that I can get for you?" "No, thank you", Em replied, sipping her steaming tea. "Everything is just perfect ... Mrs Steinbeck." "Ach! Call me Anna, please. And this is Maximillan ... Max ... Max! Welcome our guests!" Mr Steinbeck reluctantly looked up from a heavy, thick book cradled in his huge hands and squinted at us through the round lenses of his spectacles perched precariously on his short round nose. "Eh? ... Oh, please forgive me, ladies. I forget my manners sometimes once I engross myself in a good book. Welcome, welcome. Is Anna looking after you?", he asked as he put the book down after first inserting a well-worn bookmark. "Your wife is proving the perfect hostess," Mac replied. "Good, good." The kindly gentleman shifted forward to place another log on the fire. "I think this winter we will see much snow," he said to the dancing flames. "And I will have much use of my tractor to pull autos from the snow. These young people .... they drive too fast for the conditions." He collected his book and resumed reading. His wife merely shook her head but Em could clearly see how much she loved her husband. She turned back to her two guests. "Are you hungry? Can I get you anything to eat?" Em rose from the over stuffed lounge with some difficulty. "No, thank you ... Anna." She glanced at Mac. "I think we're both only interested in getting to bed. We've been on the road all day." Mac joined her as she went into the small kitchen and placed her cup in the sink. Their hostess bustled after them, fussing. "Of course. I understand perfectly. It is a long drive up from the city. You two get yourselves off to bed, I will look after these things." She rinsed the cups and placed them on a draining board. Herding the women towards the stairs like a mother hen hustling her chicks to bed, she shushed them out of the kitchen. "Get some good rest. We have breakfast about 7 o'clock, but come down whenever you are ready. Now, go!" A mumbled 'Gut nacht' came from Maximillan, still fully engrossed in his book. Anna's warm smile followed them up the stairs, then she turned back to join her husband by the fire. "What a lovely couple." Mac was undressing for bed. She paused a moment and looked at Em from her side of the queen size bed. "This has been such a perfect day, Em. Thank you." For long seconds neither of them said a word, the love passing between them said everything they wanted to say. As they snuggled up to each other, entwining their legs and gazing out the window to those stars they could discern through wispy clouds, Em sighed and allowed herself to be swallowed by the abundantly soft mattress and pillow. Mac's soft breath moved the hairs on the back of her neck. She was already asleep. Em continued to gaze up at the stars for a while, then her eyelids became way too heavy. The reading light left on at the desk by the window was a soft beacon identifying the upstairs bedroom where the two young women now slept. The figure standing under the nearby pine had eyes fixed on that part of the cottage when they noticed the light downstairs wink out as the two elderly people made their way to their own bedroom. The glow from the fire cast a macabre dance of light that spilled from the cottage and out onto the ground. Snow began to fall, and the figure hugged the heavy parka tighter and slinked back to the car hidden among the trees. Hearts Afire Pt. 02 CHAPTER 3 Water. Drumming. Cascading. Em lay on her back resisting the urge to claw my way out of a deep, satisfying sleep. Eyes closed, she lay perfectly still and allowed her other senses to search out the source of the falling water. Ah, the guest shower! Mac was already awake and freshening up. In confirmation, Em's hand felt an empty space beside her where Mac slept last night. Her body arched in a luxuriating stretch ... ahh ... it's Saturday, and I am on vacation­—the first I've treated myself to in years. She rolled over onto her stomach and, resting her chin on her crossed arms, watched Mac's shape shifting behind the stand of bamboo where she showered. Tendrils of steam leaked up through the fine leaves and a frown creased Em's brow. Weird. That feeling yesterday morning—one of foreboding—was still there. Left her last night during their pleasuring, but now it was back. Strange. Yet nothing untoward happened yesterday. Hmm—probably just the fact that she was on vacation and her mind didn't like the idea of shutting off from work. That must be it. She rose slowly and made her way up to the kitchen. Em's hands were busying themselves with making fresh orange juice as her mind mused on the weather outside—a little more promising than yesterday morning she decided. She didn't hear Mac approach then suddenly hands were reaching around in front of her cupping her full heavy breasts. Mac brushed the back of Em's neck with her lips, then the tip of her tongue, immediately an electric charge raced through Em's body and gooseflesh appeared the length of her arms. "Mmmmm," Em sighed, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. "Good morning, angel," she whispered. "So, what's on the agenda for today?" Mac asked as she snatched Em's glass of fresh juice. Em shot her a perfunctory frown and began preparing a second glass—this one for herself. "Oh, for starters I thought we'd have breakfast at my favorite morning haunt, then I thought we could take a drive in the country—get out of Dodge." "Great! Sounds terrific. And I know what you mean about getting away for a bit. Why do you think I'm here?" Mac drained the last of her juice and, running her tongue around glistening lips, gave Em a mischievous grin. "I enjoyed your welcoming party last night. Well ...," she turned to leave and ran a well manicured finger nail down Em's arm, "... I'm going to get dressed". Em watched as Mac headed down pass the pool area to the guest room situated behind the jungle of bamboo. Just before she disappeared into the foliage the blonde turn. "Hey, you're so thoughtful ... I mean, the roses, and all". She vanished behind the bamboo screen before Em could offer a response. She frowned deeply. What roses? She didn't organise any flowers for her friend? For long minutes she stood there, eyes riveted on the spot where Mac had disappeared into her room. Her mind awhirl with worried and confused thought­—what the hell was Mac talking about? Roses? And more to the point—how the hell did they get into the apartment? ********** The McLaren purred along the blacktop like an unleashed jungle cat. Breakfast was terrific as always, the staff over-attentive to their favorite customer, 'she of big tips', but the occasion was tainted by the troublesome thoughts racing through Em's mind. She couldn't shake that sense of foreboding, especially with the sudden apparition of the mysterious roses. Having decided not to worry Mac unduly, she had gone along with her friend believing Em responsible for the flowery gift. Mac believed Em had done a marvellous job of being an entertaining host and friend because she never once remarked on her being distracted by her pondering. Em did, however, take the opportunity of a rest room break to place a call to her personal security service to instruct them to let themselves into the apartment to check for any break-ins, and to immediately install the most sophisticated security system they could manage while she was away for the next few days "Em? ... Emily ... are you listening?" "Wha—? Oh, I'm sorry, Mac," Em stammered, dragging her attention back inside the car, "I guess it's going to take a while to get my mind off work. What were you saying?" Mac waved a dismissive hand. "It doesn't matter—nothing important—just that I've left my husband, and that I'm pregnant—with triplets." Em almost lost control of the car. "WHAT?!" She shot a glance Mac's way to see her friend chuckling. "Hey, wait a minute. Since when have you been interested in men? You haven't changed on me, have you? When did you—?" Now Mac was laughing. "Oh, I see," Em said, feigning anger, "Ha! Some joke! Don't do that to me!" Tears were rolling down Mac's cheeks. "You should see your face! Priceless! It's been a long time since I could catch you out like that. Fantastic!" Em joined in her laughter. Sounds of their friendly banter trailed them as they wound their way through heavily forested hills leading away from the city, now far behind them and fast disappearing out of sight. Above us a brittle blue sky was devoid of clouds and although the air was growing crisper as the road rose higher towards the mountain range ahead, the sun streaming through the blue spruce and giant redwoods still carried cosy warmth into the car. As signs of the city finally fell from sight so did the ominous feeling that had haunted Em all morning. Her hands relaxed their grip of the steering wheel, her shoulders dropped, and she sighed quietly as a sense of relaxation washed over her. ********** "WOW! This is fantastic!" Em couldn't help smiling as she watched Mac leap from one boulder to another, like a small child jumping the backs of a group of hippopotamuses. It was late morning and they had pulled off the main road to grab coffee and maybe a small snack at a quaint roadhouse diner. Looking like a small cottage displaced from a seashore setting, the diner was nestled under towering pines facing across the road to a magnificent vista of valleys, rolling foothills and verdant forests. Em joined her younger friend atop a particularly large grey granite hump and slid an arm around her waist as they both breathed deep of the sharp, clean mountain air and marveled at the scenery. "Em, this is so beautiful. You're so lucky to live so close to country like this. Yet there you are, burying yourself in your business to the point that you never give yourself time to get out and enjoy ... all this," Mac exclaimed as she swept the panorama with her free hand. "Yeah, I know. Don't go reminding me, okay?" Em took Mac's hands in hers and helped her down off the boulder. Arm in arm, they sauntered over to the diner and occupied a table and chairs set up outside. They both settled for coffee and two cheese baguettes. Em reached across the table and took the other's hands in hers, "Mac, I'm so thrilled you're here. It's been way too long between visits. Let's promise each other to make this at least an annual event." Even she could sense the pleading in her question and Mac gave her a quizzical look. "Em, I couldn't think of anything better. You have my promise." Em was touched by Mac's sincerity. "Here you are, ladies. Coffee and baguettes. Take your time and enjoy." The door closed behind the waitress before they realized she had even left them. A short distance away, pulled off to the side of the road, a car stood hidden behind a screen of trees. Inside, a lone figure sat with binoculars raised, watching the two women sipping at their coffees and heads bent close together as they chatted. The taller of the two, dressed all in leather and her long dark hair flowing from under a dark woollen cap, threw back her head and laughed. Faint strains of her outburst drifted on the mountain air to the watcher. For a few seconds the binoculars were lowered while a quick gulp of coffee was taken from a flask close at hand ... then the surveillance was taken up again. CHAPTER 4 "You'll find everything you'll need—towels in the bathroom, extras in the closet there should you need more pillows, they're in the closet, too. When you're settled in, please feel free to come join us downstairs in the sitting room for drinks." The hostess of the B&B turned at the door. "George and I are so happy you chose to stop here. At this time of the year we don't get many people passing through this way, let alone stopping. Mostly they're skiers, and all they're interested in is getting to the slopes. But the snow's late coming this season. We haven't seen many cars at all. But the weather reports are hinting at snow any day now." She beamed a warm smile at the two guests. "Well, I'm keeping you two from unpacking. Don't forget—drinks downstairs." And with a soft chuckle that set her large bosom in motion, she closed the door softly behind her. For a few seconds Em and Mac both stood quiet in the center of the room, listening to her footsteps padding down the hallway then drifting off down the staircase. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm taking a shower." Mac slung her small bag onto the bed and proceed to take out a few items. "Em, you had this planned all along, didn't you," she asked rhetorically. "You did give me plenty of warning that you were coming for a visit," Em pointed out. "Besides, I wanted to make our time together was something special. Before you know it, you'll be winging your way back home and who knows when we'll see each other again." "All I can say is that, so far, you've done a great job. The drive up here was spectacular—I haven't seen scenery like that for—I don't know how long." The blonde shrug out of herr clothes and grabbed her toiletries bag. "I don't know what else you have planned but I'll never forget this trip—ever." With that, she winked at her lover and her naked body disappeared into the bathroom. Moments later Em can hear the shower running. Their bedroom in the rustic B&B was situated on the second floor with only one other guest room across the hallway opposite. While that room faced the road and the tall timber clothing the steep flank of the mountain, theirs had a large picture window which afforded a panoramic view of the valley below, with forested slopes in the immediate foreground sweeping down to a rollicking tumble of icy water that spilled over a jumble of boulders and rocks of all sizes as it made its way from the dizzying mountainous heights off to my right, to disappear in the growing mantle of mist roiling up the valley to my left. Occasionally Em would catch glimpses of rolling hills beyond the valley's mouth as the mist parted to the touch of an evening breeze wafting off the hills. A dying sun bathed the whole vista with a heavy spray of gold while those areas of growing shadows were painted in deepening shades of blues and purples. She marveled at the whole scene for what seemed for ages then turned back into the room. Cool air wafting into the shower made Mac turn. Through the water cascading down over her face she could make out a blurred shape easing into the shower stall with her. Then hands were lathering the fragrant soapy froth all over her breasts. A smile appeared on her face, then her lips met Em's. Their tongues pushed and shoved each other, seeking out the moistness inside each mouth. Em's naked body pressed its full length against Mac's, all the while her hands massaged Mac's full breasts, thumbs rubbing her nipples into hard nubs of excitement. "Oh, Em," Mac murmured as she lifted her face into the falling water. Em accepted the surrender and began kissing Mac's neck. Em's hands were leaving a soapy trail all over Mac's body as she eased her out from under the stream of water and against the side of the shower. Mac's eyes closed. She took her hands and placed them atop Em's head, gently urging it down. Em's lips found one hard nipple, then the other. In turn she suckled each, running her tongue across and around the hardness urging more excitement to the spot. Her hands were now massaging Mac's hips, then as she slipped one hand back to her rump, the other found its way to Mac's flat stomach. Even with the shower still running Em heard her catch herr breath­—she held it—anticipating. Em's hand felt Mac's stomach tighten. Rivulets of water and soapy bubbles followed the contours of Mac's glistening wet body; slipping along the underside of her heaving breasts, across the plains of her stomach, then racing down to the valley between her legs. Em's fingers trailed after the bubbles. Even while she continued to tease Mac's nipples, she touched the tight curls of her pubic bush as Em's fingers reached the slight bulge of her mons. Em placed the palm of her hand there and pressed ever so slightly. She felt Mac's body move as she shifted her position, spreading her legs apart for Em. With her palm pressed over Mac's mons, Em's fingertips eased slowly down, felt the soft cushioned outer edge of her cleft, and insinuated themselves ever-so-slowly between her pussy lips. She heard a soft moan escape Mac, then a sharp intake of breath as she felt Em's fingers slip inside her cunt. Em's head rested on Mac's stomach, her lips kissing there while one hand massaged the squirming behind and the other delved deeper inside her friend. Curling her finger slightly, Em could feel high up inside Mac's pussy; feel the contours of that cavern of love; feel the juices building up as her excitement intensified. Em's finger tips searched around until coming to rest on that magic spot. She knew the instant she touched it because Mac's whole body jerked as if electrified. A smile creased Em's lips. Now she began to play her love song with her lover's body. Inside, her fingers drummed Mac's G-spot while outside her thumb fiddled mac's aroused clit—rubbing it back and forth, round and round. Glancing up, Em could see between heaving breasts that Mac had her face turned to the side and she were biting her lower lip, trying to suppress a scream welling up in her. Em picked up the pace. she tried to hold the other steady from behind while she concentrated all her attention on Mac's pussy. Her fingers were thrusting in and out—fast—faster. Mac's clit seemed on fire as Em rubbed it round and round, pressing her thumb hard onto it, rolling it as if it were some small, hard control button. Em smiled—and that's exactly what it was! Mac's legs began to tremble; her fingers dug deep into Em's hair, clutching hand fulls of drenched locks. Em's ear was against Mac's lower chest and she could hear a primordial scream trying its best to erupt from deep inside her. Em's orchestrating hand was almost a blur now as she intensified her erotic rhythm, and Mac's hips were bouncing off the wall as they thrust harder and harder against Em's fingers trying to match her pace. Then through clenched teeth, "Oh—my—god!! Oh—oh, my—. Don't sto—don't stop!" Em's brow was a mix of water and sweat as she worked on Mac. The blonde was standing on tiptoes, back arched off the wall, pelvis thrusting maniacally as the pressure inside her reached its explosive point. A deep guttural groan or grunt squeezed from between her locked jaw as the first orgasm took her over the edge. Em continued to thrust in and out of Mac's pussy while her hips jerked sporadically as orgasm after orgasm swept through her. A trickle of blood seeped down Em's face as clawing fingers dug deeper into her scalp. "I'M CUMMING—OH, SWEET—JEEZUUS!," Mac hissed. "OH—NO—no, more." She all but collapsed, dragging the other with her till they both lay crumpled, exhausted on the tiled floor of the shower. Water rained down on them as they sobbed quietly, both enjoying the aftermath of our lovemaking. Cradling Em's face in shaking hands, Mac kissed her hard—passionately. ********** "Well, there you are!" The jovial announcement from our hostess welcomed us into the cozy living room. Heavy drapes had been drawn against the darkness and cold outside and the inviting crackling and popping from the open fireplace beckoned us closer. Mr and Mrs Steinbeck, we soon learned, had accompanied their respective parents from Germany as war broke out in the early 40s. The two families had kept close contact over the years until finally these two life-long sweet hearts had seeked each other out and married. Well into their 80s now, they had been operating their snug little two storey cottage as a bed & breakfast for the last 8 years. They particularly loved meeting the younger people who travelled the mountain road in search of the ski slopes as it brought the youthful exuberance for life and fun into the Steinbeck's otherwise quiet winters. "I've made you both some tea. But I can make coffee if you prefer?", the kindly woman asked. "Is your room to your liking? Is there anything at all that I can get for you?" "No, thank you", Em replied, sipping her steaming tea. "Everything is just perfect ... Mrs Steinbeck." "Ach! Call me Anna, please. And this is Maximillan ... Max ... Max! Welcome our guests!" Mr Steinbeck reluctantly looked up from a heavy, thick book cradled in his huge hands and squinted at us through the round lenses of his spectacles perched precariously on his short round nose. "Eh? ... Oh, please forgive me, ladies. I forget my manners sometimes once I engross myself in a good book. Welcome, welcome. Is Anna looking after you?", he asked as he put the book down after first inserting a well-worn bookmark. "Your wife is proving the perfect hostess," Mac replied. "Good, good." The kindly gentleman shifted forward to place another log on the fire. "I think this winter we will see much snow," he said to the dancing flames. "And I will have much use of my tractor to pull autos from the snow. These young people .... they drive too fast for the conditions." He collected his book and resumed reading. His wife merely shook her head but Em could clearly see how much she loved her husband. She turned back to her two guests. "Are you hungry? Can I get you anything to eat?" Em rose from the over stuffed lounge with some difficulty. "No, thank you ... Anna." She glanced at Mac. "I think we're both only interested in getting to bed. We've been on the road all day." Mac joined her as she went into the small kitchen and placed her cup in the sink. Their hostess bustled after them, fussing. "Of course. I understand perfectly. It is a long drive up from the city. You two get yourselves off to bed, I will look after these things." She rinsed the cups and placed them on a draining board. Herding the women towards the stairs like a mother hen hustling her chicks to bed, she shushed them out of the kitchen. "Get some good rest. We have breakfast about 7 o'clock, but come down whenever you are ready. Now, go!" A mumbled 'Gut nacht' came from Maximillan, still fully engrossed in his book. Anna's warm smile followed them up the stairs, then she turned back to join her husband by the fire. "What a lovely couple." Mac was undressing for bed. She paused a moment and looked at Em from her side of the queen size bed. "This has been such a perfect day, Em. Thank you." For long seconds neither of them said a word, the love passing between them said everything they wanted to say. As they snuggled up to each other, entwining their legs and gazing out the window to those stars they could discern through wispy clouds, Em sighed and allowed herself to be swallowed by the abundantly soft mattress and pillow. Mac's soft breath moved the hairs on the back of her neck. She was already asleep. Em continued to gaze up at the stars for a while, then her eyelids became way too heavy. The reading light left on at the desk by the window was a soft beacon identifying the upstairs bedroom where the two young women now slept. The figure standing under the nearby pine had eyes fixed on that part of the cottage when they noticed the light downstairs wink out as the two elderly people made their way to their own bedroom. The glow from the fire cast a macabre dance of light that spilled from the cottage and out onto the ground. Snow began to fall, and the figure hugged the heavy parka tighter and slinked back to the car hidden among the trees. Hearts Afire Pt. 03 CHAPTER 5 Mac whipped around in her seat to scan the road behind them. Eyes wide with fear, it was a few seconds before she could discern the vehicle. The dark, ghost-like shape hovered behind some distance, partially lost in wisps of mountain mist. Gradually, it emerged out of the greyness, the distance between the two cars closing by the second. "IT LOOKS LIKE THE SAME CAR!" Fear pinched Mac's voice to a squeak. The black vehicle (some kind of Ford, Em thought) was now trailing them by just a few yards, and still coming. When it was some ten feet from her rear end it held that position. She attempted to make out the driver and any other occupants but what with the mist and her car's spray it was impossible to see any details of the car's interior. As Mac and Em watched in fearful silence, the tailgater began to weave back and forth. For what seemed like long minutes it continued its erratic behavior. "Watch out," Em said. "I think it's going to try passing us." Suddenly the dark shape pulled out from behind the McLaren and accelerated. It fishtailed through the snow like a salmon swimming upstream. Em held her breath, as she was sure Mac did, as she watched the car gain on them, then draw level. Either it was intentional or the driver lost control in the deeper snow, but Em watched in horror as the car swung madly at them. Mac shrieked. Em's eyes darted from the encroaching car to the road ahead, and to the edge of the road. Instinctively she was steering the McLaren away from the other vehicle but she could see that any second now she could easily lose control in the snow banked on the road side. Em took her foot off the accelerator and gripped the steering wheel, white-knuckled. Mac screamed and covered her eyes as her friend fought to keep the car on the road. The McLaren's speed dropped off noticeably as the snow dragged at the tires. The tail end began to fishtail. Em's eyes were riveted on the road, when suddenly, the other car came into view ahead as it whipped in front of them. Two or three laughing faces peered at her from its rear window. With a waggle of its tail, the car accelerated and dissolved in a spray of dirty snow. Seconds later it was lost to sight altogether as the mountain mist swallowed it. Em's breath exploded from her; she had been holding it for the entire time. She was shaking; her hands still gripped the wheel and hurt from the tension, as did her arms. Em noticed her legs trembling. "Fucking louts!" The expletive fairly exploded from her as Em glared ahead and tried to relax. "If I ever see their faces again I'll fucking lay them out cold." The promise was forced out through grinding teeth and made more to herself than her friend. "That couldn't have been your mystery car—all the way from Florida?." It was more a statement than a question. "It was the same sort...and color. But I don't think it was the actual car." Color was beginning to flood back into Mac's face. "Shitheads! What made them pull a fucking stunt like that? We could've been killed!" "Testosterone. But if I get my hands on the driver he'll wish he never had balls." Em looked across at Mac. "Are you okay?" "I could do with a restroom, but apart from that I'm alright...I guess." A tremulous smile eked across Mac's face, then she uttered a nervous chuckle. Em couldn't help joining her in the quivering mirth as the adrenaline rush began seeping out of her system, leaving her drained and suddenly tired. They were both laughing quietly. "The lodge isn't far now. Let's get this bloody show back on the road." With that said, Em gradually edged the McLaren back away from the roadside and increased its speed again, while giving silent thanks to the gods for keeping them safe. ********** That was fucking close! the driver of the trailing car thought. Those fucking snow jocks nearly lost it. After trying the same fucking stunt on me, you'd've thought they'd learned their lesson. Guess not. Well, no real harm done...I guess. The girls probably pissed their pants, though. A soft chuckle sounded as a mental image of the two women squirming in wet pants came to mind. The McLaren, with its two women occupants, moved further ahead as the following driver dropped the car back a bit more, allowing the forest shadows to help cover its movement. I should've guessed she would head for the lodge. If I hadn't thought she would've suddenly changed her mind, I would've headed out earlier and been there already waiting. Oh well, what the heck, I probably would've just frozen my arse off waiting for her to turn up anyway. At least this way I'm toasty warm. A gloved hand reached out and stroked a sinister-looking rifle. Soon, baby, soon. ********** Route 7 wound its way down the Front Range towards the township of Estes Park. Tall timbers thinned as they neared the town, passing through streets lined with houses and light industry buildings. Route 7 became S St Vrain Ave, named after the white water river they'd followed out of Lyons up into the Front Range. Their road joined Highway 36, made a long sweeping left curve, with a golf course and lake to their right, and touched the edge of downtown Estes Park. As the car cruised through the intersection of 36 and 34, to their left they had a view down E Elkhorn Ave through the middle of town lined with storefronts. They took Hwy 34 north, skirting downtown. Most of the town's people appeared to live this side of town because they drove by more houses, most with cared for yards. As they continued northwest, the houses dropped behind and the countryside became an open valley dotted with pines mainly, with a low range of waves of large rock formations on their right. The road made another long left curve and a few houses materialized on their left with a backdrop of thickly wooded granite cliffs rising up behind. The two women were now 1 mile west of town, and entering the Rocky Mountain National Park. "Finally." Em swung the McLaren off the main road and through a majestic timber gateway marking the entrance to the exclusive mountain lodge just as soft downy snowflakes began drifting out of a soft blue-grey sky. The black Mercedes-Benz 300 purred along the lane as it snaked its way through a dense pine forest. Signs of recent ploughing were evidenced by the fresh banks of snow piled to either side of the narrow road. Mac gazed about in wonder at the dark green trees quickly receiving a soft blanket of white. Suddenly she sat bolt upright in her seat despite her belt restraint. "A deer!! Look, Em, a deer!" Mac was like a young city girl making her first trip into the country. "Another one! There's a whole bunch of them!" She twisted about in her seat, endeavoring to catch glimpses of the gentle creatures as they moved quietly among the trees feeding on clumps of mountain grass and shrubs. "Oh, Em, this so beautiful." Mac's eyes glistened. Em couldn't help smiling at her friend's exuberance. In all the years she had known Mac, Em could count on the fingers of one hand the number of occasions she had witnessed such joyful abandon exhibited by her younger companion. Mac, Em thought to herself, had given herself over to the recklessness of the idle rich ever since inheriting her late father's millions and allowed herself to become indifferent to the beautiful world around her, particularly the wonders of nature. However, once removed from her artificial world of glitz and glamor, and allowing sufficient time for her senses to retune themselves, Em paid her friend a lot of dues for her ability to recognize the reality of true beauty. Em, on the other hand, had never lost touch with her appreciation for the sense of freedom she always experienced once away from her work. Recently, though, the responsibilities of running her own company, and nurturing its growth, had placed a heavy demand on her personal time and all at the expense of her keeping in touch with her romantic side. The young girl in her—the one who still believed in knights in shining armor, fairies, castles glistening white in untainted emerald green countrysides, with dragons certainly nearby—that girl was never far below the surface. Maybe, just maybe, Em thought wistfully, this time away with Mac will help to ground me again. Em's reverie was broken when the McLaren emerged from the forested lane into the main grounds of the spacious resort. Unlike similar establishments, this mountain resort was reasonably small, having only a total of fifteen chalet-styled lodges which stood apart from each other for privacy. The two-storey buildings were of true rustic appearance, being constructed from rough-hewn logs and roofed in wood shingles, and with each being well-surrounded by trees and shrubs, the total affect of the resort was one of a settlement of pioneer settlers. The theme was carried by the main office, which resembled an old goods store. But all pretence of old worldliness was left outside as the two women pulled up in front of the office and entered to check in. "Oh my!" Mac exclaimed softly the moment she set foot inside the office. The outer appearance of the building belied the extensive floor space inside. The women fronted up to the main desk and while Em went through the check-in formalities, Mac gazed around, taking in the walls of honey-colored logs draped here and there with magnificent tapestries featuring mountain wildlife and scenery. Elsewhere, antlers of varying sizes adorned the walls, as did a quantity of framed originals and giclée prints by well-known wildlife and western painters. Opposite the check-in desk the far wall was taken up almost entirely by a huge stone fireplace in which an inviting fire burned. Several people lounged, chatting and enjoying drinks from the bar, in the various sumptuously-padded leather seats arranged facing the fire and in companionable clusters about the room. Rugs of brown, green and gold hues were scattered strategically over the beautiful stone flooring as were several well-tended large potted plants. And hanging from the ceiling, a huge chandelier created from numerous antlers loomed. "Come." Em touched her friend's elbow gently to gain her attention. "Care for a drink first, before we go to our lodge?" Mac nodded, and followed Em as she wound her way through the room to the guests' bar. Sliding onto a couple of bar stools, Em caught the attention of the young bartender. "I'll have a Rob Roy, please, and my friend here will have..." "A Crocodile Cooler, please." "Certainly, ladies. Coming right up." "Well? What do you think of this place?" Em glanced around the room for the first time, taking in the various guests. "What do I think? This place is...is fantastic! How come you've never brought me here before now?" Mac was watching the young man behind the bar as he prepared their drinks. Kinda cute, she thought to herself. "It wasn't even here when you last visited." "You're kidding. It looks like it's been here for ages." "That's the way they want you to feel about it. They went to a lot of trouble to make a new resort look old. It only opened for the first time winter before last. I've only been here once before myself, for a board meeting." "A board meeting? I should've known—work again." Em smiled and took up her drink as it was placed before her. "Sort of. I'm on the board that owns and runs this place." "You bloody sneak. If I'd known that I would've come way sooner." Mac smiled over the top of her glass at Em. Suddenly a commotion at the front desk caught their attention. A group of young men seemed to be harassing the girl working there. "Excuse me, Mac, while I go see what all the fuss is about." Mac left the bar and quickly made her way to the group of noisy men. She stood, arms folded, for a few seconds while she listened to their ranting, trying to assess the situation. "Excuse me...gentlemen. What seems to be the problem? Maybe I can be of assistance." Like a multi-headed beast, the men all turned their heads as one at the sound of the voice behind them. Angry scowls turned to lascivious grins and expressions of appreciation. There stood a tall magnificent creature dressed all in black. The group turned their full attention to Em, totally forgetting the flustered girl behind the desk, and formed a semi-circle around her. Em regarded the men quietly. They were all taller than her own six foot, and it was quite evident they all worked out as each was very muscular. Footballers, perhaps? She stood their close scrutiny, fully understanding their thoughts. Men—they all saw her only as a sex object. There was nothing about any of these fine change-room specimens that held any interest for her whatsoever. "I'm sure I can think of something you could assist me with." Em supposed the leering spokesman to be the group's leader; it was also the same guy, she noticed, who was harassing the check-in girl earlier. "Yes, I'm sure you could. Be that as it may, sir, right this minute I'm more interested in helping with any problems you and your...associates may be experiencing. So...what seems to be the issue here?" The brute leaned towards Em; the smell of alcohol and bad breath wafted over her. She crinkled her nose, which seemed to agitate the bully even more. But despite his closeness to her, the woman didn't relinquish any ground to him and his eyes narrowed menacingly. The brute had started a confrontation with this woman, but more importantly he had done it in front of his fellow cohorts. He couldn't afford to lose face now, especially to this bitch. "When I made the reservation I asked for a specific lodge. Well, I've changed my mind. I don't like the one we're in and I want to change to another one—" "I told him that there are none available, miss. They're in No. 12. The resort is fully booked," blurted the girl from behind the desk. "I see," said Em, giving the girl a short nod. "What is it exactly about your accommodation that you are not happy with, Mr...?" "Brubaker. But you can call me Ace, sweetness." The lout smiled around at his group. "Everything. I don't like anything about the one we're in and—" Em cut him off mid-sentence by softly taking him by an elbow and turning him towards the entrance. The young man looked over his shoulder at his companions and cocked an eyebrow. They all filed outside after Em, and their leader. "Now, perhaps you would care to show me exactly what is wrong with your lodge...Mr. Brubaker. I'm sure it can't be all that serious a matter that we can't make you happy to stay there." Em purposefully set off at a brisk pace heading across the central park area towards a grouping of three lodges. It was now snowing quite heavily. Back in the office building, Mac—along with a handful of other guests—was standing at the window watching her friend lead the disgruntled Mr. Brubaker and company towards their lodge. Suddenly the men stopped and turned to look at a parked car that one of the group was gesturing towards. It was Em's sleek McLaren SLR. "Hey, Ace! There's that set of wheels we—" "So it is," said the pack leader as he angled away from following Em and made towards the black car. "I wonder if the broad who drives this beauty is staying here?" The leader and his pack gathered around the McLaren trying to peer through the dark tinted windows. "She is staying here." All heads turned to Em who was striding back towards her car. "Oh? You know her?" Ace couldn't help leering at the young woman; her outfit left nothing to his imagination as every curve, every crease was plainly obvious, encased as her body was in the soft black leather she was wearing. "Intimately. You could say I've known her all my life." There was a subtle smirk on Em's face as she confronted the hulk of a young man. "And you guys were in that car that nearly forced her off the road a ways back?" "Mmm, yeah. But we were only clowning around. So what? No one got hurt, did they?" "Ha! Except I bet those chicks shit their pants," exclaimed one of the group, and the others laughed along with him. Em lanced each of them with an accusatory glare. The laughter changed to nervous sniggers, then stopped altogether. "Yeah, well..." stammered the joker. "I'm disappointed to see that you all seem to have been born in the shallow end of the gene pool." Blank stares met her comment. "As it is, I may just call the local police. I just happened to be the driver of this car when you tried to run us off the road. Me, I'm not all that worried about what happened, but my best friend was with me and no one gets away with upsetting her." From their viewpoint inside the main office, Mac and the other guests watched the confrontation out in the carpark. They could see the group of large young men begin forming a loose semi-circle around the woman in black, and Mac began to feel anxious for her friend. Snow began to fall in earnest again, as if a soft gossamer veil were being dropped between the audience and the stage. "Those young men seem to be menacing that woman. Shouldn't someone call the manager...or somebody?" The concerned voice of a woman in the room broke the silence. At that moment there was movement outside. Em stood her ground as she carefully took note of the men encircling her. The woman's apparent calmness and inaction bemused the men and they eyed her warily as their fearless leader stepped close to the black figure, seeming to tower over her. For a moment the two central figures stared at each other, neither blinking. Ace was getting more and more annoyed that the bitch was provoking him into doing something in front of his gang. He didn't especially want to harm her, but he certainly wasn't going to let her make a fool of him either. It looked like he had no choice but to teach her a lesson, like most of his girlfriends had needed to be taught how to respect him and his wishes. A cruel smile curled his lips at the thought of his administering lessons on various girls. "You go right ahead and call the cops, lady. Won't do you any good, though. My dad's a senior judge and he'll see to it that no charges will be pressed. As I said, no one got hurt. I had full control of the car and knew exactly what I was doing. Just clowning around, that's all." He reached out to lay a conciliatory hand on the woman's shoulder. It never touched the black leather fabric. Em knew perfectly well that the man didn't intend to hurt her, despite the flicker behind his eyes and smile a second before. But to those watching from inside the safety and warmth of the office it would appear that he had made a move to attack her in some fashion. She threw up an arm and batted his outstretched hand from her shoulder, then stepped inside his reach and closer to his body. She was almost eye-to-eye with the guy as her knee drove up hard between his legs. Em could feel the testicles compress almost flat as the force of her blow pushed them up into the lower abdomen area. Ace's eyes flew open in astonishment, his mouth making a large silent 'O' as his body folded in on itself, instinctively trying to protect his valuables. Em danced backwards a couple of steps and watched as her 'assailant' crumpled to his knees in slow motion, then fell face forward into the snow. The other men watched, stunned, as their leader writhed in agony while squeaking in shallow gulps of air; his huge hands were clamped tight between his legs. "What the fu—!" A fellow with dark complexion lunged angrily at Em, who was standing silently, watching Ace. Her peripheral vision caught the action off to her side. Feinting with a backward step, the woman allowed the lunging hands to sail pass her, catching her assailant off guard and off balance. His arms fully outstretched and clutching nothing but air and snowflakes, with his body overextended, the bewildered man was teetering forward on his toes when his world disappeared from under him. Hearts Afire Pt. 03 Em's backward movement transposed into a full spin and her sweeping leg struck the ankles of the dark man, lifting them clear of the ground and sending him flying across the short distance to plough into his cohort standing opposite, dumbstruck. Both bodies crashed in a heap in the snow. There were gasps and exclamations of astonishment as the onlookers witnessed the 'assault' on the solitary woman. With half their number rolling about in the deepening snow, the remainder of the men backed away from their nemesis to give assistance to their fellow 'attackers'. Em seemed to be talking to them as one or two of the men shook their heads, then nodded vigorously. She stood a little while longer, watching as the group stumbled over to their SUV. Em turned and started back toward the resort office. Like a black apparition, she emerged out of the swirling snow and entered through the main doors, which were held open for her by a couple of the male guests. Mac was first at Em's side, and she held her friend's arm tight as they were surrounded by the concerned guests enquiring after Em's well-being. The people parted as a meticulously dressed man, in his early thirties, made his way through the small throng until he stood facing the tall, dark-haired beauty. "Em! I'm so sorry I could not get here sooner. Are you alright? Not hurt, or anything?" He worriedly inspected the woman discreetly, taking both her hands in his. Then he peered angrily over her shoulder, searching the carpark for the group of young men. "Where are those thugs? Anyone see where they went?" "Oh, they've changed their minds about staying here," said Em quietly. "Seems they didn't like the fact that they kept falling down out there. They've left to find a safer place to stay." There were a few sniggers and guffaws at her innocent reply. The manager looked befuddled, then shrugged his shoulders and smiled warmly. "Good. At least you seem to be alright, Em. Is there anything I can do for you? Get you anything?" "Thank you, Geoff, but no. I'm fine. I think my friend and I will just head off to our lodge. It's been a long day, and I'm bone tired." "Certainly, Em. But don't hesitate to call me anytime if there's anything you want, or need. Please." The young gentleman gave her hands a kindly squeeze, then headed off to chat with the office girl. The small crowd began to break up and drift away, leaving Em and Mac alone to themselves. "Well," said Em, with a sense of finality. "What say we go someplace quieter? Come on, I'll show you where you're going to be sleeping tonight." She took Mac by an arm and steered her outside into the falling snow. The two women strolled, arm-in-arm, through the heavy falling snow to where the McLaren stood, an indistinct ghost-like shape in the failing light. Moments later the headlights washed over the façade of their executive lodge and the car crunched quietly through the snow into the garage as the door swung silently up, closing behind them. "Finally," Em sighed deeply. Both sat quietly for long seconds, relishing the quiet. Dragging tired arms from the steering wheel, Em relaxed back into the plush leather seat and closed her eyes. "First order of business," she said softly, "is to haul our sorry asses out of here, grab ourselves a drink, then hit the hot tub. How does that sound, my love?" "Fantastic! Let's do it." CHAPTER 6 The view afforded by the binoculars was like front row center at the theater and you couldn't ask for a more elegant curtain than that being affected by the large white snowflakes. Hello! Looks like the evening's performance is about to get underway. The eyes became more intent on the top floor of the lodge as the large glass doors slid apart and two naked forms emerged onto the covered balcony. A sigh escaped through tightly drawn lips and fingers toyed with the focus ring, drawing the figures a little closer. Soft, pale-grey ghostly shapes drifted down over the scene as snowflakes continued their silent fall on the mountain resort. The observer squirmed slightly into a more comfortable position, settling in for the night, well ensconced in the hideaway. Slightly elevated above the resort, and just feet below the summit of a rocky ridge backing the lodges, the position could not have been better. Now, what are those two up to down there? Ahhh, yes. ********** "This is so beautiful! I'm always amazed at how silent it is when it's snowing. I love it!" Mac turned from leaning on the edge of the hot tub from where she'd been mesmerized by the falling snow. "And I love you, Em," she almost whispered. Mac gazed over the rim of her wine glass at her best friend and lover. Em's eyes didn't leave Mac's as she put down her own glass carefully, then glided through the comfortably hot water till she was up close to her companion. Em reached out, took the glass from Mac's hand and placed it out of harm's way. She moved her body till it rested against the other's full-length and placed her mouth gently on Mac's parted lips. Their tongues sought each other's, touching, probing, reaching past and savoring the wine-flavored interiors. Em moved up and down slightly, enjoying the sensation of her full breasts rubbing against Mac's. Nipples teased nipples, and all four began to stiffen with pleasure. The women's kissing grew more passionate. Mac groped a hand between their bodies till she cupped, then squeezed, one of Em's breasts. Her friend moaned as Mac began twisting and pulling the hardened nipple. She felt one of Em's hands begin massaging her breast in response and she sensed the mounting pressure welling up from her loins. Her nipples pouted and tingled as they were played with by Em. Despite the heat of the water, Mac knew for certain that her pussy was, itself, heating up. She used her own legs to push Em's apart, pressing her knee hard against her friend's mons. Em moved her mouth to Mac's throat, began kissing, sucking, and biting, moaning aloud as her pussy reacted to the knee pressing there. Her hand left Mac's breast and reached down till her fingers felt the top of her lover's cleft—she slid her fingers downwards along the soft labia. Mac sighed at her touch, buried her head in Em's shoulder. The slightly younger of the two women couldn't help herself—the pleasure building up inside was too exquisite. Mac opened her legs and drew her knees upwards a little, giving her friend better access to her cunt. Fingers immediately delved hungrily into her cleft, rubbing up and down, up and down. A shudder ran through her body. Em placed a hand under each of Mac's knees and pulled her higher out of the water. Mac assisted by resting her arms on the edge of the hot tub, throwing her head back, arching her back, begging. Em bent her head to an uplifted breast, sucking and drawing in a stiff nipple. She began palpating the wet boob. Meanwhile, she was inserting fingers deeper between Mac's pussy lips, feeling the slickness from the juices beginning to flow from her friend's cunt. Fingertips pushed past the outer lips and sank deep into the moist well, curling upwards, searching around the folds and ridges inside for that magic spot. The clit was unhooded and rising hard, a point of ultimate pleasure, and she placed her thumb on it and began working around and over it. Mac bit her lips trying to fight back a scream of delight as electric shocks hit her senses. Her back arched higher, her legs parted even more. Both women's bodies were beaded with sweat, the heat of their passionate love surpassing the heat of the hot tub. Mac was now rocking her hips against the hand buried delightfully between her legs. Heavy, wet snowflakes drifted down out of the darkness and alighted on her upturned face. She snaked out her tongue to collect some of the pleasantly cool delights. "Ahhh! Oh my god!" Mac's body all but leapt out of the water as fingers suddenly triggered her G-spot. The orgasm quickly followed, erupting deep inside her and enveloping her in wave after wave of ecstasy. The muscles in her legs went taut and shivered. She could feel Em's fingers worming around inside her cunt, probing, teasing...and her thumb! Shit! It was driving Mac absolutely out of her mind, Em playing with her clit like that! She was sucking air in short gasps, trying to cope with the shockwaves of electric pleasure racing through her body from her toes to the tips of her long hair. Then she felt a finger whispering across her anus—touching it like a piece of silk. A long sigh escaped her lips as pressure built up in her cunt. Em's finger began pumping inside her butt, as well as in her pussy, slowly at first, then faster. "Com'n Mac, cum! Cum! Let me feel your love juice! Feel me fuck you! Cum! That's it! Let yourself go, girl!" Mac let out a long high-pitched scream as she allowed the orgasms to take control. She gave in utterly; let the ecstasy blind her with sparks, stars—myriads of rainbows! So many blinding colors. Soooo—many—Shit! Not again! I can't—keep— "Ohhhh...shiiiit...Em! Please—no—MORE!" Em's fingers pumped furiously in and out of her friend's pussy. Her hand was soaked with juices flooding out and she could hear the squishing of her hand slapping again and again against Mac's pussy as her fingers worked like a piston. With a final shuddering moan, Mac's ecstatic convulsions began to ease and her body trembled with tension as muscles tried to relax. Her eyes were rolled up into her head; her mouth working like a fish gasping for air. Em gently eased her fingers out of the pulsing cunt and allowed Mac to slide back into the water. She tended her friend with soft kisses lavished on her face, eyes, mouth, throat and back to the fluttering eyelids. Em shushed the young woman into relaxation. The two women embraced tightly, fully in love, their breathing subsiding to normal; soon they were unconsciously in unison. The night beyond the balcony was dead silent, and visibility was restricted to the curtain of snow caught at the edge of the soft light spilling from the lodge. The strains of a love song wafted quietly down from hidden overhead speakers. Regardless how she tried, Em couldn't recall the last time she felt this relaxed; this content. She gave Mac a gentle peck on the cheek. "I'll be right back. Stay put, I'm just going to get us both a refill." Her glistening body left the tub and through half-closed eyes, Mac watched the lithe figure pad into the living room. She sighed. Bliss. Ever since they met for the very first time, Em had always been Mac's rock, her strength. She was the stabilizing force in a young girl's life who knew only the indifferent nurturing of a socialite mother, and the explosive personality of an overbearing father hell-bent on controlling his burgeoning empire. Each day without fail, the dark haired girl from the neighboring country estate would rescue Mac from the clutches of the full-time nanny assigned to keep watch and control over her. Two years Mac's senior, Em was the stereotypical tomboy—always running everywhere, forever in a hurry to explore, to escape family boundaries—and there, always following in her wake, was her blonde friend, eager to please her newfound best friend and participate in every hair-brained scheme for creating yet more new fun. The two girls grew up to become inseparable. Boys, eager to date one, couldn't do so without lining up a friend to accompany the other. Every date became a foursome despite the best efforts of some older boys who endeavored to entice the dark-haired beauty away just by herself. She would have none of it, always insisting she couldn't, or wouldn't, go anywhere without her best friend. Growing up in the shadow of her taller and older 'bestest friend', Mac's life took on a whole new aspect. New horizons opened up to her, as did new experiences. If it hadn't been for Em's insistence that she join her on a particular date with a couple of seniors from their school, Mac was positive she would never have partaken of her very first French kiss until she was much older—say, twenty! As it was, that evening proved to be a very educational one for both the girls. Em, at fifteen, possessed the body of a young woman with all the right curves and lumps slobbered after by the school's entire adolescent male population—even some male teachers. And the girl carried herself with so much self-assurance and such a magnetic aura about her that many girls, years senior to Em, would invite the 'youngster' to parties, cookouts, etc. Of course, if she wanted to bring along her current beau and some of his male friends, all the better. Mac was different. Being a little tall for her age, she wasn't far behind in stature to that of her idol, despite being younger by two years. There were some definite benefits to be the only daughter of wealthy parents, a couple of which were an Olympic-size swimming pool, and a fully-equipped home gym. At every opportunity, the girl was either doing laps or working out, hence she developed the kind of athletic figure sought after by all the school's jocks. She also developed a stamina for strenuous activities that become legendary in the male locker rooms. So it was that, together, these two young amazons experienced everything about sex that the boys and young men were ever-so-willing to teach them. Academically, they received the full attention of every male teacher on their rostered class list, and after-school tutorial sessions gave the girls the opportunities to experiment with their newly-learned sexual techniques. Em and Mac proved to be 'A' students, much to the delight of their respective parents. It wasn't until their first year at college that they uncovered the mysteries of the female body. "Here you go," said Em, passing a filled wine glass to Mac. Em put hers down and prepared to enter the water again. "Hold it right there." Mac slid across to where Em was sitting on the edge of the tub, water almost to her knees. Looking up into vivid green eyes, Mac smiled as she pushed Em's legs apart. Her gaze shifted till it rested on the clean-shaven cleft. She eased lower in the water and brought her head between her friend's legs. Her tongue traced a warm, wet trail along the inside of one long leg, moving from the knee toward Em's waiting pussy. Mac heard a sudden intake of air as Em gasped. Fingers came up and parted the folds of the inviting reddish-pink crease. Mac pushed her face deeper and lower till her tongue could reach out and feel the pussy lips. The tip ran up and down, up and down the cleft, flicking, tickling, gently probing, then withdrawing, teasing. Em moaned. Her nose pressed to her friend's mons, Mac savored the intimate warm smell of Em's secret garden. Broadening her tongue, Mac now pushed it harder against the labia, sweeping in broad slow strokes from the bottom of the cleft to the top, then repeating the titillating action over and over again. She took the moist pussy lips in her mouth and began pulling, sucking. Em's hips jerked from the electric shock of Mac's touch. She leaned over the head buried between her legs and, placing her hands on the wet dark golden hair, gently pushed the face deeper into her. Mac responded by shoving her tongue deep into Em's cunt, licking and sucking at the love juices beginning to flow there. Twisting, worming from side to side, her tongue probed around inside the silk-soft love cave making passionate sucking sounds. Em's hips now began rocking back and forth involuntarily—erotic impulse taking control. Her fingers dug tighter into Mac's hair. "Mmmmmm, yesss! That's it! More. Oh, oh...yes! There! Right there...oh, yes. Geezus, Mac...I..." "Mmmmph," was the only response from Mac, who was working feverishly on her friend's cunt. Cum was escaping her mouth and dribbling down her chin as she tried to lap up every drop coming from Em's smooth love nest. She pulled her tongue from the sweet depths and concentrated on the hard clit—Em's hips jumped as if electrified. Mac could hear gasps for air overhead as Em battled the rising tide of orgasm. There was an explosion, a cry, as the dark-haired beauty was overcome by passion's ecstasy. Em threw her had back and tightened her grip on Mac's hair and shoulder as she rode the crest of a mighty wave. Colors and sparks burst behind her closed eyes; her mind lost hold of the present and gave itself wholly over to the white blindness of blissful orgasmic ecstasy. " OH, YES! Ohh...Mac...fuck me! Hard! Yes...do me. Oh! My god! Yesss! Like that...Fuck me!" Em's cries were husky, urging her friend on, faster, harder. Em's whole body shuddered as the orgasms rippled through her. She grunted, held tight to Mac and allowed the white lightning to rip through her very soul. She could sense, from afar, her squirting into her companion's waiting mouth, into her throat. So long, it's been too long since she had cum like this, and all the better that it was with Mac. Lifelong soul mate. Lover. Gradually the passion subsided, giving way to a pleasurable tiredness. Em hunched over her friend whose head rested in her lap. She caressed the damp head, gently rocking back and forth as aftershocks echoed up her spine, and in her limbs. Mac hugged her around the waist, holding her tight, then slowly raised her face and smiled warmly at the beatific expression on Em's face. Word's were not needed to communicate the love each held for the other. Their minds met at a higher level, intuition of the other's needs and feelings honed to a fine edge over years as best friends. Em held Mac's gaze, then slowly drew her up and kissed her deeply, sensuously slow. Both women eased back down into the water, fully satiated. ********** The eyes had seen it all; every sensuous, erotic movement. A sigh, deep from within, from the very soul, came from the covered face letting filtered tendrils of steamy breath escape into the night. The binoculars fogged a little. When they cleared, the watcher caught a glimpse of rounded buttocks, glistening wet, disappearing from the balcony and into the softly lighted living room. Gloved hands caressed the sleek rifle laying in the observer's lap. The black woolen balaclava hid the watcher's smile. Hearts Afire Pt. 04 CHAPTER 7 A soft golden glow reached from behind the eastern range as the predawn light began to fade out the deep night sky. Indigo shadows were slowly paling to shades of purple and dark blue as the morning light tinged the white mountain scenery. The experienced eyes of any hunter would have sighted the brown bodies and white tails of deer moving among the greens and granite greys of the snowy terrain as they moved silently and slowly up from the valley floor to the higher ground. Undulating snow sparkled on ridge tops in the early sunlight as if the mountain were a bejewelled sea rising. The sky was azure, edged with gold and stretched cloudless over the sleeping resort. Those guests who were very early risers could discern the many tracks left behind by various animals which had roamed unobserved about the resort grounds during the night. The majority were elk or deer, with the occasional moose, and most originated and returned to the trees surrounding the exclusive mountain getaway. But there were a few tracks that meandered among the lodges and disappeared over the ridge at the resort's rear. Only the sharp eyes of an expert tracker or hunter would have been capable of making out the human prints almost obliterated by those of the animals; human prints that led away from a secreted rocky hideout and made for one of the lodges. Humming that could only testify to a night of sound sleep, and possibly good sex beforehand, emanated from the master bathroom. Steam billowed into the bedroom, defying the best efforts of the superior fan system to redirect it outside. The indistinct willowy shape of a tall woman moved behind the translucent shower curtain as she enjoyed the luxuriant hot water cascading over her athletic figure. Hands, slick with soap, caressed firm, full breasts, teased erect nipples and traced arabesques over a flat stomach. Muscular long legs came together at that magical triangular juncture. The humming faltered as fingers began to tease and play with intimate folds, her head bowed, eyes closed in concentration, and the long dark hair draped in heavy wet tendrils over slightly heaving breasts. Gloved hands slid the key into the lock, expertly opening the main entrance door quickly, then closing it quietly behind as the figure slipped unnoticed into the lodge. Eyes turned upwards at the sound of running water coming from the top floor. Silent steps carried the person up the flight of wooden stairs, then into the short hallway leading to the master bedroom. One hand dipped inside the dark jacket and slowly withdrew a length of piano wire with handles attached at either end—a garrote. Pressed against the side of the hallway, the figure reached the bedroom door which was partially ajar. A wisp of steam trailed into the hall as eyes peered through the gap between door and jamb surveilling the visible section of the room it allowed. The bedroom was empty. A shadow passed over the crumpled sheets of the king-size bed and headed for the bathroom. Muffled moans could be heard coming from the shower. "Haven't you finished in there yet, Em?" a woman's voice called from downstairs. The intruder's head whipped round and eyes darted, frantic, to the door, then around the room. Approaching steps of someone coming up the stairs could be heard above the sounds of the shower and its occupant. Blonde hair blazed white gold as a head popped through the doorway and was caught by soft sun rays drifting into the bedroom through large sliders. "Hey! If you can tear yourself away from whatever it is you're doing to yourself, I just wanted to let you know I'm headed out for my usual two-mile run, then to the main building for breakfast. I'll grab us a table. Okay?" "Oh, okay," came a voice dreamily, from the bathroom. "I'm about finished here. I won't be far behind you." "Yeah, sure, enjoy yourself," chuckled the young blonde. "I'm off, then." The head disappeared from the doorway and speedy feet danced down the stairs. Seconds later the front door closed. Silence settled on the lodge again, except for the running shower and heavy, fast breathing. A shadow slipped from the large walk-in closet and glided towards the bathroom through the heavy carpet. Em steadied herself with one hand propped against the tiled wall while her other hand busied itself with her wet pussy. One leg was raised, resting on the low edge of the step-in shower. Head bowed, eyes closed, Em was lost in the mounting ecstasy her fingers were teasing from her clit. Feverishly she rubbed her hard nodule sensing the electric charge enlivening her nervous system. An involuntary shudder rippled through her legs, and her stomach grew taut in anticipation. Then it was there! The orgasm blossomed fully. "Ahhhh ... Ohhhh ... Yessss!" The shower curtain was ripped aside. Caught up in an explosion of erotic pleasure and violence, the woman found herself spun about and dragged halfway from the shower. Her feet kicked and fought for purchase on tile, slick with soapy water, but kept slipping. Her assailant hauled her into the middle of the bathroom. Hands clawed at her throat frantically trying to tear away whatever it was that entwined it. Emily was tall, athletic, and strong for a woman yet her attacker was overpowering her with superior strength. A red fog was at the edge of her vision and seeping into her mind. Air! Her lungs screamed for air, but could draw nothing past the obstruction digging deep into her throat. She twisted and fought but the pain was proving too great. The woman felt warm liquid oozing down her chest, between winging breasts, and down her body. The floor became more slippery with a combination of soap, water ... and blood. She slipped, almost fell to the floor, and the pain at her throat almost caused her to black out completely. A lightness was creeping into her limbs, her mind. Her desperate struggling was giving way to a growing stillness as her life seeped from her body. Soft clouds enveloped her. Em sensed she was floating, face down. She found the strength to open her eyes. Nothing. Wait! Yes. There was something. Her befuddled mind took in the fuzziness; tried to process the information. Seconds passed, then her eyes focused on satin weave. Satin! Weave? Uumph! Her body shuddered as a force pushed her face forward. Ever-so-slowly, her mind rose from a dense fog which threatened to drag her down, to ... she didn't know. But her body's reactive fight-or-flight instinct demanded she get as far away from that fog as possible. Her mind rose higher, broke from the fog into sunlight. Umumph! Umph! She was being shoved from behind. She tried to turn her head but sudden pain assailed her dull senses. Her arms felt like lead weights, way too heavy to move. Uumph! There was a sense of recognition floating at the edge of her awareness, just beyond her grasp. The movement was somehow familiar to her. From a time far off. There was pain ... and pleasure. She couldn't place her mind's finger on it, but ... a veil began to lift. The pain was incessant, a throbbing annoyance that robbed her concentration; she couldn't focus on ... something ... familiar. Then she had it! Almost. Uumph! There it was ... again. Like a groggy voice awakening from a deep sleep, her mind announced its find ... RAPE! I'm being raped! Em almost gagged at the thought and fought down the foul taste of bile rising in her gorge. Uumph. With the cruel realization of her predicament also came sensation, albeit dull. She could now feel the engorged appendage of her assailant pushing deep between her legs, into her pussy; feel it sliding in and out. From behind and over her came deep raspy breathing—quickening. Make it be over, thought Emily. Please let him cum and leave me in peace. Movement indicated the attacker was about to cum; the bed rocked and bounced more, as did the dazed and exhausted woman. A grunt preceded a sudden warmness inside her and Emily drew on ancient distant memories to realize he was finally cumming, spurting his dark seed inside her. Her world reeled as her head was suddenly yanked up and backwards. Em's body bent as if someone were drawing a bow. A knee was planted into her back. The pain exploded inside her mind, bleaching out all other senses. Mercifully the woman couldn't feel the thin wire slicing deeper into her throat. Her body, at the mercy of her rapist, was limp as a rag doll; arms dangled useless onto the bed. She couldn't breathe, but that was okay Em decided, because all she wanted to do was go to sleep. A blackness rose up around her, enveloped her, and with a thankful final sigh, Emily slipped into an endless oblivion. ********** Mac was becoming more agitated. What the hell was keeping Em? The large dining room was fast filling with guests as they came in from the cold singly, in couples, or groups. The blonde was into her second coffee of the morning already and it showed in her growing impatience. She was having difficulty keeping other guests from dragging off the only other chair at her table, while the waitress was circling like a hungry shark, eyeing her hungrily for a breakfast order. I'll give Em thirty more seconds, then I'm starting without her. I'm famished! Suddenly there was commotion at the main door as incoming patrons were shoved aside unceremoniously by a white-uniformed cleaning woman. Clearly she was distraught, grabbing at one person's sleeve, then another's, while she gasped for air enough to speak. Finally she succeeded and a thin high wail pierced the room. Heads turned. Talk ceased. People stood stunned, staring at the little round woman on her knees with her face buried in her hands, crying. Resort staff converged on her from all points and fussed over her, trying to quieten her, to gain some sense from her distress. There was low mumbling from the huddle, loud sobbing, a cry, and heads snapped up. A command rang out. "Someone call the police! There's been a murder!" From her corner of the dining room, Mac watched a ripple move out from the group near the doorway as guests, reacting to the astonishing news, turned to those near them to share their observations or moved to be closer to friends and loved ones. Mac craned her neck, trying to see if Em were anywhere in the room. Nothing. Staff were now breaking away from the source of the disturbance, clearly with orders to settle the guests as Mac saw people begin taking their seats, immediately falling into huddled conversations. Her shark materialized at her elbow asking for her breakfast order. The somewhat angered waitress watched Mac dismiss her with a wave and make for the main door. Drawing near the smaller huddle, Mac discerned the maid, sobbing quietly now, seated in one of the many plush lounge chairs, fellow staff members perched on each of the wide armrests. An elderly woman—a senior staff member or possibly management—was kneeling at the distraught woman's feet, trying to console her. "They're on their way!' announced a male clerk from behind the check-in counter. "They said the roads are pretty bad after last night's snow. It could take them 30 minutes or so before they can get here. I was told to make sure no one goes near the mur—the lodge. What should I do?" "Take the master key and go lock the lodge," commanded the elderly woman. "Stay there to make sure no one tries to enter the place." The man made to leave on his errand. "Oh, and get someone to find the day manager. I'm surprised he hasn't turned up, what with all the fuss. GO! Don't stand there with your mouth open." "Y-yes, ma'am," stammered the clerk. Grabbing a bunch of keys from the board behind him, he dashed from behind the counter and out the door. It hadn't time to close behind him before Mac was close on his heels. Guests still making their way to breakfast fell back from the duo and watched after them quizzically as they ploughed through the two-foot-deep snow. Unaware he was being followed, the young man forged across the parking area on a straight heading for the far side of the resort. Mac's breath caught as they drew near the lodge she and Em were occupying. NO! The silent scream filled her head. NO! It can't be! Her heart lurched with shock. Mac pulled up short, unable to take another step closer as the young man began fumbling with his bunch of keys to lock the front door. Suddenly it opened. The man threw a fist to his mouth and recoiled at the sight of the woman standing there covered in blood. No! Not covered in blood ... dressed in red. There stood Em, garbed in a red leather outfit similar to the black one she'd been wearing when they arrived at the resort. "Hello? Can I help you?" she said, questioning the clerk scrabbling in the snow at her feet. He lurched to his feet, clutching keys in his hand. His expression was one of utter consternation. His eyes dashed to the brass numbers over the lodge door, to his keys, then back to Em. "I ... I ... I'm ... terribly ... sorry. I..." stammered the man, before turning on his heel and dashing off in the direction of the neighboring lodge, some sixty feet further on from Em and Mac's. "You're not dead! You're not the one that..." Mac was still rooted where she stood. "Dead? Dead! Who's dead?" "There ... there's been a ... murder. A cleaning woman just rushed into the main office screaming her head off that she'd found a body in one of the lodges. Some woman back there," Mac indicated the office behind her where Em could see a small knot of people milling about the entrance, looking and gesturing their way, "she took charge and ordered that clerk to lock the lodge—to keep everyone out. The police are on their way." Finally the emotion caught up with the blonde; she dropped her head and began sobbing into her hands unashamedly. Em went to her friend and took her into her arms. "It's okay, darling, I'm perfectly alright. C'mon, I need you to pull yourself together. Where's the Day Manager—why isn't he here? Has anyone seen him?" Mac eased herself out from Em's embrace and sniffled. "No. I don't think so. That woman was asking about him, too. She—" "Em? My god! Are you alright?" A voice yelled from across the carpark. Both women looked up to see a tall, handsome elderly man surging through the snow towards them. He struck a dashing figure in his royal blue and gold parka, deep burgundy ski pants, and rich buff-colored Sorrels. The bulkiness of his winter clothing did nothing to hide the broad shoulders and heavy muscular stature of the man. He was hatless, and his thick black hair, streaked with grey, glinted like a steel helm in the brightening sunlight. There was no sense of exertion, no gasping for breath as he reached them. He looked Em up and down, holding her by her shoulders. "My god! From back there we could all swear you were covered in bl ... thank God, you're alright!" He appeared shocked, but in total control of himself. "This is a terrible business—just terrible." "I've just this minute learned about it myself, Roger. Do you have any details? Who was killed? When?" The man looked very grave. "I was told it was an Emily Carson—that's all." Only then did he notice Mac standing close, watching them both. "Oh, forgive me. I come bursting in, totally disrupting your conversation and..." "It's perfectly alright, Roger, under the circumstances. Don't worry yourself." Em addressed the gentleman. "Roger Thurston, I would like to introduce my friend, Mackenzie Falon. Mac, Roger is the resort's Day Manager, and the company's vice president." Mac couldn't help from being totally captivated by the hazel eyes turned in her direction. Roger was taller than Em by a few inches, making him a clear head taller than herself. The healthy, tanned skin was like beaten copper, and the hand that took hers engulfed it gently, but she could easily feel the strength hidden there. The young woman couldn't seem to find her tongue. The hazel eyes smiled at her, a twinkle at their edge. "Miss Falon, I'm delighted to meet you." Roger gestured to the nearby lodge. "If it were not for the current circumstances..." Mac cut him off. "Of course. And believe me, the pleasure is all mine. Nice to meet you ... may I call you Roger? And please call me Mac.' "I insist you do so ... Mac." An uncomfortable silence fell over them—a heavy greyness, a palpable presence which stifled any further sense of cordiality. Their eyes drifted to the lonely figure nervously standing guard at the front entrance of the far lodge. The clerk, hands shoved deep into his parka's warm pockets, shoulders hunched as much from the coolness of the shadows as from the evil trapped behind the door at his back, shuffled and stamped his feet attempting to keep warm, but clearly agitated by his assigned duty. His eyes focused on the poor, unfortunate employee and with sincere concern in his voice, the manager excused himself from the two women and left in the direction of his nervous office clerk. Em and Mac watched him as he wound his way around the low shrubs and exposed granite rocks. "Roger is the backbone of the resort. Without him being in charge here, I don't know where we'd be. The popularity of the resort is all due to his hard work and belief in what we're trying to establish here." Having no comment of her own to add, and still entranced by the man's animal magnetism, Mac kept her silence, her eyes tracking the manager's every smooth movement. A movement far off to one side caught Em's attention and she quickly shifted her gaze to a point where the trees and shrubs were especially dense. For a moment she stared intently, thinking her mind had played tricks with her, but—there! It was as if a part of the forest detached itself and made a step forward, half-in, half-out of the tattered rays of sun. Her sharp vision could just discern the outline of a figure. She couldn't make out any details over the distance, but Em was fairly sure it was a man—and he was dressed in camouflage gear. Then he was gone. Vanished, swallowed up by the trees! And she was somehow afraid to go check for footprints for fear of finding none. CHAPTER 8 The night felt extra cold for those guests who had chosen to remain at the resort. They had been questioned and their particulars noted; they were allowed to leave, but either out of unabashed curiosity or because of their vacation investment in both time and money they stayed on. For them, the extra coldness wasn't solely attributable to the seasonal temperature. Each person felt a sense of foreboding, as if the evil—which had wrought havoc on the body of the poor victim—was still lurking nearby, waiting to snatch the life of another unsuspecting innocent. To accentuate the feeling, the forest had come alive this night and was dancing wildly around the resort. Deep shadows—contorted by the numerous lights flashing from the police cruisers parked haphazardly about and among the trees, now colored eerily in blues, reds, yellows and deathly white—took on the shapes of a tribe of whirling dervish. The coroner had been and gone, and the body finally removed to the nearest county morgue. The CSI team, summoned from Boulder, was still scouring the cordoned-off crime scene, with police officers coming and going with assignments, their faces stoic masks of professionalism. The main building of the resort had become headquarters to the investigation, the foyer a scene of organized chaos. Some resort staff had been permitted to return home with indefinite time off, while others had elected to stay on to look after the feeding of the numerous police and homicide detectives and to assist in any other way asked of them. Representing both the resort management and controlling company, Em and Roger had been in high demand by all investigators ever since the arrival of the first cruiser on the scene. Now, hours later, the two were feeling their stamina flagging badly. Mac, too, was worn; she had kept on their heels all day, endeavoring to alleviate some of the pressure from her best friend. Hearts Afire Pt. 04 Slumped in three of the overstuffed leather lounge chairs, with feet resting upon ottomans in a semi-circle array before the open fire, Em and Roger were dozing lightly, with Mac engaged in similar pursuit. Several of the staff took it upon themselves to watch over their two superiors and their friend, running interference should anyone try to disrupt their much-needed respite. An authoritative figure—tall, slim, balding and with fine patrician features—observed the exhausted trio from the shadows of a quiet corner, his back to a window through which snow could be seen falling once again. Detective Sgt. Ramsey was the senior homicide detective in charge of this particularly gruesome case and, as such, privy to some of the more detailed facts of the murder being purposefully kept from the media. Ramsey had neither the patience nor time to incorporate the needs of the media into any of the cases of which he found himself in charge. To the detective, they were nothing but jackals, living off the misfortunes of others. If, as was necessary in most cases, fabrication was needed to flesh-out a story, to give it some bloody detail with which to bring it alive for the hungry public—and their editor—then so be it. What was it they said? Never let truth stand in the way of a good story? Well, he was in charge ... again. And Ramsey wasn't about to throw scraps of any sort to the snuffling jackals encamped outside. The innocent had suffered enough already. A uniformed cop approached Ramsey; he waved an official-looking report under the detective's nose. "You were right ... again. There seems to be enough evidence from this one to tie it to the earlier murder over in Fort Collins. CSI confirms the same type of wire garrote was used on both vics; both were in the throes of being sexually assaulted when they were strangled. Seems the perp gets his rocks off doing them as they cum." The cop followed the gaze of his superior to the sleeping threesome. "Want us to extend the road blocks? Or do you think the perp has skipped out altogether?" "Yes, do that. Expand the search out to a 5 mile radius from here. Set up a major road block where 34 and 36 meet in the National Park, and all other roads leading out of town. I want this area shut down—locked tight." Ramsey's voice was deep, resonant. He continued, but his eyes never left the sleepers. "At first light, call in all the choppers available; have them scour the area for side roads, tracks ... anything that a vehicle can use to bypass the main roads." "Then, you think the guy's still around here somewhere? Hasn't skipped out? Why?" "Because I suspect he has still more killing on his mind," mused the detective quietly. ********** Dawn broke, and with it came the aroma of fresh-brewed coffee, toast, eggs, pancakes, bacon, and sausage. The kitchen staff was hard at work preparing a hearty fare for the police drifting in from the cold, stamping their boots free of snow, and clapping gloved hands to encourage circulation back into frozen fingers. Outside, the carpark was a frantic scene of cruisers coming and going as search teams cycled shifts. Cops had been called in from Fort Collins to assist the local police department. It was obvious to Em that many of the cops knew each other despite the demarcation of their departmental jurisdictions. She quietly watched the scores of men coming and going while she sipped a steamy cup of coffee. "Good morning, Miss Hunter." Em recognized the voice and looked up into the serious brown eyes of Sgt. Ramsey. In one hand he held a sheaf of papers, presumably reports; the other carried a steaming cup. "Good morning, Sgt. Ramsey. Please join me." Em scooted over to make room for the tired-looking detective, and he dropped thankfully onto the leather 2-seater lounge. "Have you had any sleep at all, Detective? I can arrange a quiet room for you if you'd like to catch at least a few hours sleep..." The middle-aged man rubbed his bald scalp, smiled at her, acknowledging her kind offer. He gazed out the window and took a deep draft of his drink. The rich aroma of hot chocolate wafted Em's way and she couldn't help a look of surprise. "Yes ... hot chocolate, I'm afraid. Doctor's orders. Long years on this job and far too many cups of coffee. I'm assured that this will give me the same amount of caffeine while being easier on my rather delicate system. So my doctor says ...and my wife insists." The detective had an air of gentle strength, intellect, and almost infinite patience and Em could well imagine it would take a lot to ruffle this guy's feathers. Yet, watching him closely while they talked last night, she could also see the pain behind those brown eyes, as if they held back years of tortured sorrow having to oversee the trauma left behind by maniacal killers and unrepentant criminals. "Have you had a chance to think over what you saw last night? Recalled any details you may have left out?" "About the figure in camos, you mean? No, I've told you everything I could remember." Em trembled slightly, as a chill ran up her spine. "Have you had any leads, yet? And what about that poor woman's friend who was staying with her?" "No, no leads ... yet. And the victim's friend is in hospital, sedated and under observation. She took it pretty badly." "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that ... but I'm not surprised. Something like that would shock anyone. I should drop by and pay her my condolences ... on behalf of the resort. It's the least I can do." "Damage control?" Em glanced at the detective but saw no hint of cynicism in his eyes. They looked back at her, full of tired sorrow. No person's eyes should look like that ... as if all hope were abandoned and life held no meaning, only pain and endless torment. Her heart went out to the Detective Sergeant. "I suppose ... in a way. The resort hasn't been opened all that long, and any kind of 'bad' publicity could hurt us terribly. My first priority is public relations. I need to let the poor woman know that we care about her ... sincerely. And I need to let her know I care about her." Silence fell between them both as they sipped at their drinks and watched as more police vehicles pulled out of the resort. "Do you think the killer is still in the area? Wouldn't he be long gone by now?" "Not necessarily. There are some indications that this ... person is somewhat arrogant, that he is toying with us. But sooner or later they all slip up somewhere along the line. Never fails." "Sarge! We may have something!" A rumpled, older detective loomed up, trailing a smoke screen. Ramsey's partner was a very imposing figure. The man must have been all of 6 feet tall and looked like an inverted triangle—extremely wide shoulders and narrow at the hips. The suit he was trying to wear was stretched tight over his massive biceps and shoulders. His grubby shirt was faring no better as it strained to contain the barrel chest and thick neck. "You still sucking on those things, 'Bear'? You know they'll kill you one of these days." "Sure, Sarge, sure ... if the wife doesn't beat them to it. Miss Hunter," the older cop touched the rim of his beat-up hat, acknowledging Em. "Hmm ... anyways, a call just came in; seems a cruiser noticed tire tracks heading off the highway onto some sort of fire trail, looks like—about two miles from here." "And they just this minute noticed them?" Em couldn't help herself butting into the report. Both men cut her a sharp glance. "Sorry." She fell quiet. "The trail was pretty much covered over by trees and brush. And the snow last night all but covered up the tracks leading from the highway. If the cruiser hadn't needed to stop for a few deer crossing there, they would never have noticed the tracks to begin with. The boys are staying at the road edge, keeping everyone clear till we get there." "Right." Ramsey was fully alert, his tiredness pushed to the back of his mind. "We'll take along an extra two cruisers, just in case. Call off any choppers in the vicinity, we don't want to spook whoever it might be there." The two men excused themselves and hurried off, leaving Em standing before the fireplace. The detectives brushed past Mac and Roger entering the building. "They seem to be in a rush to get somewhere fast," remarked Roger. "Something come up?" "A report just came in to say that they've found tire tracks going off into the forest just miles from here." "The killer?" asked Mac anxiously. "Don't know ... we can hope." Mac and Roger detected a certain coldness in Em's reply. ********** "Do we know how far in this guy may be?" Detective Bill 'Bear' Latshaw was asking one of the cops who had spotted the tracks earlier. Police cars were crisscrossed the width of the highway effectively blocking it off from all potential traffic. Some two hundred yards in either direction could be seen more police vehicles forming road blocks. The small group of a half-dozen officers was busy retrieving weapons from trunks and loading them, and donning armored vests. "I hate these things," the hulking detective grumbled, trying to fit into his Kevlar vest. His partner smiled and checked his Glock, making certain a fully-loaded clip was in, a round chambered, and the safety on. "I went in some thirty, forty feet but saw nothing. The tracks are clearer back in there; looks as if they could go a fair way." "Okay, then. This may or may not be the perp we're after. On the off chance it may not be, I want proper protocol followed. No one is to discharge his firearm unless he comes under a definite threat, and then only to wound, not kill. I repeat—not kill." Ramsey scanned the circle of faces. "Fuck! All I need—to go hiking in this fucking getup for who-knows how far! Shit!" Latshaw was getting worked up, as he usually did when they were about to confront some looney who could be armed, and maybe dangerous to boot. He pumped a round into his M1014, Joint Service Combat Shotgun, a gift to him from one of his old US Marine buddies still serving. "Well, let's get this done with." With the huge detective taking the lead, the rest of the officers fell in behind Indian file, pushing their way through the dense thicket bordering the highway. Once they had moved some ten feet in, the group found that the underbrush was considerably thinner and they began fanning out; Bear and Ramsey assumed the trail while the rest flanked them to either side. No one spoke. All eyes intently scanned the scrub and trees ahead for any sign of the mystery vehicle, or movement. The muted scrunch of boots on soft icy snow was all that could be heard; all else was deathly silent as if the forest and wildlife were holding its breath awaiting ... something. The trail started in from the highway almost straight for some distance, then made a slight curve to the left. The police were making a good job of maintaining a straight line despite the natural obstacles they were forced to negotiate. The majority were hunters in this region when off-duty and knew the discipline of moving through rugged terrain with loaded weapons. Suddenly someone clicked his fingers. The cop on the far left was signaling with his hand that he saw something ahead. Everyone stopped where they were and took a knee. The two detectives moved swiftly at a crouch to where the cop was staring ahead into the trees, partially hiding the trail beyond the bend. "What have we got?" asked Ramsey in a whisper. The uniform pointed with his chin and two pairs of eyes peered in that direction. Barely visible through the tangle of snowy branches and shrubs was the indistinct shape of a dark-colored vehicle. Ramsey was suitably impressed by the keen eyesight of the young cop, recalling how he used to be as sharp-sighted many, many moons ago. From where they were crouched, the vehicle looked like a black SUV of some type—a smaller model—not one of your ubiquitous 4WD monsters commonly used by housewives for shopping at the malls. He couldn't see if there was any occupant in the vehicle. Ramsey moved his head closer to Bear's. "I'll move in from here with half the team. You take the trail, and have the others swing around from the other side. That way we'll have him boxed in on three sides. I'll give you and your guys..." he studied his watch, "...fifteen minutes to get in place. Then we move in and take him." Latshaw merely nodded and slipped back to where his half of the team were waiting anxiously. Ramsey signaled his men to him and proceeded to outline his plan. Then, like so many wraiths, the men moved off to their assigned positions. Now comes the hard part, thought Ramsey ... the waiting. It never ceased to amaze the senior detective how time seemed to slow right down at moments like this; how the sweep hand of his watch crept inexorably around the dial; how the seconds became minutes and the minutes turned into hours. And so his mind switched to consider his remaining time on the force. Retirement was only a short three years off, but of late he'd noticed just how slow that time was crawling along—each day dragging out unbearably. How he looked forward to finally being able to sleep in when he chose to; no midnight calls of urgency, hauling his tired ass from a warm bed—his or someone else's—to the scene of some poor bastard's demise. Three short years and ... action to his right, hands signaling that everyone was in place. Oh shit! Ramsey held his breath, then let it out in a low, hard whisper. "Go!" ********** Moving forward, crouched, watching for dead wood that could crack underfoot and give them away, the men approached the black SUV slowly, carefully. Eyes flicked from feet to vehicle, back down to feet, checking the ground ahead. The windows were so darkened by the tinting that if there was anyone inside they were certainly not visible by any of the police. "Christ! Fucking perfect!" Latshaw mumbled to himself. He alone advanced on the vehicle from the front, walking the center of the trail. The first obvious advantage the M1014 had was the telescoping butt stock. Latshaw, right now, had it fully collapsed. This adaptation allowed for more extensive use of the shotgun in close quarter fighting where different types of ammunition could be used without extensive over-penetration. Being able to maneuver from room to room, over obstacles, and through small openings while keeping your weapon in your hand was always a plus. He held the grip in his right hand, the left forward, cradling the barrel; the shotgun waist high. It was loaded with Avon rounds—lock busters. "This is the Police. Would the driver of—." Ramsey's loud announcement was cut short. Without warning, the SUV roared to life. Rear wheels spinning, throwing up clumps of dirty snow and ice, the vehicle leapt forward like a black cat startled awake. Caught totally by surprise some of the officers reeled back; others acted reflexively, fast enough to pump a few rounds into the vehicle as it flashed by them. Others ducked to the ground to escape as bullets whizzed overhead. Ramsey ran into the center of the trail, raising his Glock in the two-handed grip and taking the shooters stance. The sight settled on the rear window and he blasted five rapid shots. Five mashed holes appeared in the safety glass. Latshaw was caught unaware by the action of the SUV like the whole team. Unlike the others, he stood his ground and growled at the onrushing vehicle. It weaved slightly as the driver attempted to throw off the aim of the encircling police. Suddenly the detective noticed glass exploding from the windshield. His hair ruffled as two bullets sped pass his head; he blinked in utter surprise but still stood his ground. All his senses focused down to a fine line running between himself and the driver; his peripheral vision blurred. He stared down a tunnel. Latshaw could hear his blood pulsing in his ears, feel his heart slow down to rhythmic beat; his breathing softened to almost nothing. He was conscious of everything around him slowing. The M1014 spoke; and it spoke loud. All else was drowned out as the roar of the shotgun resounded through the trees. The windshield exploded into a galaxy of shattered glass showering all those in the near vicinity. Latshaw had a glimpse of the driver throwing arms up for protection as the SUV roared pass, missing him by mere inches, before disappearing from sight around the bend in the trail, making a final dash for the highway. As the team of police and detectives ran after it the sound of the vehicle ripping into trees could be heard. There was the snapping of branches, the swishing of pine being swept aside ... and the crunch of metal tearing itself apart against rock. The group rounded the corner to find the SUV on its side, wheels spinning, engine screaming as if it were a black beast in its death throes. While cops approached the wreck in search of the driver, the two senior detectives looked on impassively. Ramsey holstered his Glock, and Bear cradled his shotgun like it was his first born. "D'ya think he's the perp we're after?" Latshaw's words hung in the air. CHAPTER 9 News of the incident travelled fast. Within two or three hours the resort was all but divested of police vehicles. The media had also left, dashing off in pursuit of the driver who had tried to escape the police, and who was now in the local hospital. The crime scene, though, was still surrounded with crime scene police tape and everyone warned not go near the area, let alone inside. The investigation is still ongoing ... and please pass the word along, requested a sober-faced trooper. The guests and resort staff were assembled and milling about in the main room, some of the elderly vacationers seated by the warm fire. Detective Sgt. Ramsey held up his hands to signal for quiet. "Thank you. I won't take up much of your time. Please, those of you who would like to sit, please do so." There was shuffling among the knot of people as some settled into lounge seats, and others sat on the armrests. Eventually quiet settled on the room again and all attention was focused on the Sergeant. The detective ran his eyes over the people in the room, touching on each individual face, committing them to memory. A few shifted uncomfortably under his gaze but, for the most part, he dismissed these as being of the vast majority of people who felt uncomfortable when confronted by any police presence for whatever reason sat ill on their conscience. There was one, though, in whom he was particularly interested and he kept that individual in the corner of his eye at all times as he continued addressing those gathered. "As you are all now aware, one of our police units discovered a suspicious vehicle earlier today which appeared to be hiding in the forest about a mile or two from here. Detective Latshaw and myself, accompanied by police units, undertook to bring this person in for questioning in relation to the crime committed here yesterday. During our attempt to approach said vehicle, the driver suddenly made an attempt to escape ... or so it appeared to us at the time. Either way, his actions were extremely suspicious. "In our effort to ... er, persuade the driver to stop, the vehicle was involved in an accident. Fortunately the driver suffered only slight injuries and is, at this moment, being treated for those at the local hospital. When he is released we will be taking him in for questioning." Ramsey paused, expecting questions but there were none. Not at that moment, at least. He noted that his 'person of interest' stood stolidly at the rear of the group. "I cannot confirm, however, whether this person is connected to the crime committed here. We're hoping he will assist us in our questioning so that we can either rule him out as a murder suspect, or..." he paused. "Well, at this point of time I would strongly recommend to those of you choosing to remain here at the resort that you stay and move about in groups of no less than three for added safety. And until I'm in a position to give you some definite news, I will assign a patrol car to drop by here regularly ... to check on things. Any questions?" Hearts Afire Pt. 04 There were none, and a hum of conversation began to fill the room. Ramsey and Latshaw conferred with each other quietly for a few minutes and were heading for the door when they were stopped by Em and Mac. "Detective Ramsey, do you have a minute?" "Certainly." "I didn't want to say anything to alarm our remaining guests further, but when you suggested we move about in groups ... does that mean you believe this ... individual in custody may not be the murderer and that the killer may still be at large—and close by?" Ramsey noted with interest that, despite her obvious concern, this woman didn't appear particularly worried for herself. She must have a lot of confidence in her own ability to look out for herself. For some reason, I feel there's a lot more to her than meets the eye. Her friend, on the other hand, did appear worried. "I was merely being cautious, Miss Hunter. Until we've had a chance to properly question the driver from this morning's incident, I need to know that everyone here is doing their best to stay safe. Nothing more. I promise, as soon as we have any news—either way—I will personally convey it to you." "Thank you, detective. I fully understand your position ... and concern. I'll make it my business to keep an eye on things here." Em laid a hand on his arm. "And thank you for organizing a police car to patrol this area occasionally. It really will reassure a lot of people here." "Just doing my job, miss." He and Latshaw both tipped their hats and headed off to their car. The two women, along with a few others, stood watching until the detective's car had disappeared out of sight among the trees, taking the driveway back to the highway, then continuing onto the hospital some ten miles away. "Well, I don't know about you, hun, but I'm starving." Em slipped an arm through Mac's and they threaded their way through milling people to the restaurant. ********** After a late breakfast, Mac and Em returned to their lodge, Em having first checked with all the resort staff that all was well with the guests. Safely inside their lodge, away from prying eyes, Mac relaxed noticeably. She kissed Em as they sat at the kitchen breakfast bar. As her lips touched Em's, her hands moved to her lover's fabulous breasts and kneaded them gently as they kissed. Em's nipples hardened under her clothing. As Mac kneaded her very responsive breasts, Em knew where she wanted all of this to go next. Soon the women were upstairs, lying in their king-size bed, with every light blazing brightly—lying on satin sheets. Mac was between Em's thighs in an instant ... tugging her friend's winter pants down and shoving her bikini panties aside so Mac's mouth could find its target. After bringing Em to a rapid orgasm with her deeply probing tongue, the younger woman lapped Em gently—exciting her quickly again. Mac then stood up and performed a slow erotic striptease for her lover's benefit ... baring her remarkably youthful body and showing-off her very fancy and highly complimentary undies. She had such a remarkable body that Em always found herself transfixed by it. After stripping off everything, Mac returned to the bed and slowly peeled off the other's clothing—finding Em's nipples shamelessly hard when she pushed down her bra to expose them. They kissed ever so slowly ... Mac's hand never leaving Em's pussy as her mouth covered Em's. Em laid her friend down on her back ... teased the inside of her smooth white thighs before moving ever-so-slowy up to her objective. By the time she arrived at the "v" of Mac's crotch, juices were freely flowing from her. When Em finally touched Mac with her lips and tongue, Mac arched her back and shoved her hips upward to greet Em's mouth. When she inserted her tongue into Mac, Em heard her gasp as her breath caught in her throat. As Em's lips wrapped themselves around the thickening clit, she applied firm but gentle suction to draw the delicious swelling bud of flesh into her mouth. Mac's hips pushed forward forcefully in response to the sensation of Em's sucking lips. An involuntary spasm began radiating out from her sexual center—rippling through her muscles and momentarily freezing her body in place as her orgasm rushed over her consciousness and her body. A guttural moan froze in Mac's throat, her body trembled and shook and she began to cum hard as her pussy flesh mashed itself against Em's face and mouth. After her body and heart rate had settled down and the last fading spasm inside Mac had subsided, Em licked her clean of juices and lapped up her body's intimate nectar. Then, Em slowly rolled her friend over, onto her tummy. There, Em had a lovely view of the soft, gentle curves of her delightfully round, feminine bottom. Kissing the back of her shapely thighs, Em slowly journeyed upwards once again. She teasingly bit down on one Mac's firm alabaster ass cheeks—then did the same to the other soft fleshy globe. Holding the flesh of one firm ass cheek in her mouth, Em increased the pressure of her teeth as she bit down on Mac's flesh—marking her bottom and leaving noticeable teeth marks on her lovely ass. Lying on her stomach, unable to see her mischief, Mac felt Em's warm breath kiss and caress the inner cheeks of her ass. As a second puff of breath from Em's lips washed over that intimate flesh, she heard a slow satisfying "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh," escape from Mac's mouth. Em released Mac's cheeks with her left hand and moved it to Mac's pussy, inserting her middle finger into that moist, inviting gash. Mac began to squeal like a scalded cat as the finger moved deeply into her depths. She trembled, quaked and gripped Em's finger in a wrenching spasm of inner flesh. Mac came once more, her pussy clutching and squeezing Em's finger. As Mac orgasmed, her cum flowed out of her pussy like a swollen river overflowing its banks; her body trembled and spasmed. Oh, what a sensation it is to experience a woman's explosive orgasm. There is no sensation quite like it and Em relished each opportunity to see and feel it happen as a result of her ministrations. Mac required ten full minutes of recovery time before she could breathe normally. During this whole time—this time of orgasm and bodily recovery—Em's finger remained deeply lodged in Mac's pussy. Em loved to feel the internal spasms of a pussy as it recovered from explosive orgasmic release. She loved feeling the gentle, fading, muscular throbbing that goes on inside of a women's pussy after she has cum hard. After Mac had recovered, they held each other and kissed for the longest time. She told Em of her love of the things lovers do after sex, enjoying the soft, gracious aftermath of mutual pleasure-giving—light caresses, thankful kissing and reading the thoughts of her partner without having to hear her words with her ears at all. Mac then rose, slipped into the loveliest, sheerest night robe Em have ever seen, and went downstairs to the kitchen to fetch them a snack. She returned to the bedroom with their post-sex feast. On a gleaming silver tray she carried a frost-covered bottle of pink champagne and a matching silver serving bowl filled with ripe, ice-cold strawberries. What a feast she had assembled for their palates! It was truly and utterly a culinary orgasm in the making—as Em was soon to learn. The blonde sat down next to Em on the bed. As she sat there, she trailed her hand lightly over her friend's body starting at a knee, up over the top of her thigh, up over her hip to Em's belly. Pausing there, Mac rubbed the lower part of Em's abdomen lightly, in a circular motion. As her hand slowly skimmed over Em's tummy, Mac began speaking to her quite matter-of-factly telling her how she had so enjoyed seeing her body, touching it and tasting it all over. Mac's hand skimmed upwards over Em's ample breasts which she cupped and squeezed firmly. Taking one of the nipples between her fingertips, Mac pressed down firmly, clutched the newly swelling nipple between her fingertips, tugging it upwards, away from Em's breast, stretching the nipple firmly between her fingertips. The tugging and stretching caused an electric surge to radiate through Em's body, outward from the center of her still-sopping wet pussy. As her eyes tightened in reaction to this new stimulation, Em saw a sly, purposeful smile form on Mac's lips. Releasing the nipple gripped between her fingertips, Mac's hand again cupped and pressed down on the full breast, pushing the hard nipple downwards, into the flesh. Em could tell that Mac was enjoying this light sex play every bit as much as she was. As Mac toyed with Em's breasts erotically, her own nipples jutted out firm and hard as well as, deeply pink and prominent as the eraser tips on brand new pencils. Caught up in the erotic image of Mac's near-perfect, cone-shaped breasts, Em said, "You have the most perfect tits. A man could cum just by looking at them." The blonde smiled. "I'm glad you like them. Want one?" Mac cupped and lifted one of her own gorgeous globes of flesh, lifted it upwards and captured the hard nub of coral-covered flesh with her lips, applying gentle suction and drawing the thick nipple into her mouth. Never taking her eyes off Em as she did so, Mac bared her teeth and bit down lightly. Releasing the nipple, Mac reached down with one hand and reached for Em's pussy. She began to glide one fingertip up and down the crease of her pussy lips, touching the sensitive flesh there oh-so-lightly, sending new rays of electric energy surging outwards throughout Em's entire body. Smiling once again at the reaction her light caress had provoked, Mac placed her fingertip at the mouth of Em's pussy and pushed inward in one smooth, deft stroke, fully and deliciously inserting the whole length of her finger deep inside her friend. Once buried inside Em like that, Mac began wiggling her finger, slowly snaking and twisting it around, while simultaneously moving it in and out. Em had been finger-fucked before, of course, but the dexterity of Mac's probing, exploring finger was as deeply satisfying as the sensations caused by any cock that had ever fucked her. Mac continued her probing and teasing, and the pace of her finger movements increased. Soon she had brought Em again to the brink of orgasm. Just prior to full release, Mac moved quickly between Em's thighs, now splayed wide. Without missing a stroke or suffering any change in the tempo of her piston-like, fucking finger, she pressed her mouth down hard on Em's ready-to-explode pussy and began flicking her swollen clit frantically. With her breath catching in her throat, Em's hips sprung upwards off the bed and she mashed her pussy upwards, hard against Mac's mouth and chin, grinding it against her face and fucking her mouth in return as Mac's finger slammed into her, deep inside her rippling, erupting cunt. Oh, did Em cum hard that time. As she came, and as spasms rippled through her body, Mac gripped her hips hard and tight, keeping her face and mouth locked tightly down and against the flesh of Em's exploding pussy. Em came and came again, nearly losing consciousness due to a lack of oxygen entering her lungs, locked as they were in the throes of uncontrollable orgasm. As her friend was cumming, Mac remained in place between her splayed thighs, her face never leaving Em's flesh despite the bucking and thrashing of her wildly-gyrating hips. As Em's orgasm finally began to subside, Mac gently and adroitly reinserted her finger into her pussy—sliding it into her wet flesh again, but with the utmost care not to cause discomfort to her now ultra-sensitive flesh. As the spasms of Em's orgasm began to subside, Mac placed her mouth on the reddened flesh of her flushed pussy and began to gently lick at Em, lapping up the warm cum beginning to flow outwards from her spent pussy. As her lips and tongue worked soft magic on Em there, Mac cupped and lifted one of her perfect alabaster breasts and began to lightly stroke it up and down the wet and glistening lips of Em's recently-fucked pussy. Caressing her pussy in that way, Mac gently inserted a nipple and the tip of her cone-shaped tit inside Em's pussy lips, coating her flesh with the warm, flowing juices of her friend's orgasm. Smiling at Em as she cupped herself and rubbed her lover there, Mac seemed utterly pleased with herself—pleased in the pleasure she had given to Em and which she obviously enjoyed as well. Moving from between Em's damp thighs, Mac moved up to her, lying down in a position slightly above her. She cupped and lifted her tit and guided her cum-covered nipple to Em's lips. "Take a taste, baby," Mac whispered. Em opened her lips and Mac fed her swollen nipple to the more-than-eager mouth. Closing her lips on the thickened flesh of Mac's nipple, Em drew the cum-covered nipple into her mouth, applying gentle suction to draw it in deeper and sucking it as a child suckles her mother's breast. The erotic sensations of nibbling the nipple that had only moments earlier been inside her own pussy was nearly indescribable. To taste her own cum coating the delicious, intimate flesh held tightly in her mouth caused new stirring down between Em's naked thighs. Removing her nipple from Em's mouth, Mac suggested they enjoy a snack—the ice-cold strawberries resting in the sterling silver bowl on the nightstand next to the bed. Sitting themselves up against the headboard, Mac reached over and picked up the frost-covered silver bowl. Holding it in her hand, Mac inspected the large pile of fat, ripe strawberries closely as if searching for the perfect fruit with which to begin their post-fuck feast. Selecting a large, fat red strawberry from the middle of the pile, Mac held it up to Em as if awaiting her approval, then put the ripe berry to her own full, soft lips. She lightly ran the red ripe fruit across her lips and very slowly bit down on the fat, succulent berry, biting off the tip of the oozy fruit. "Ummmm. Sweet. But not sweet enough." Mac then took the strawberry and very slowly inserted the drippy fruit into Em's wet, cum-filled pussy. Holding the strawberry by the little green stem, she slowly twirled it inside of the wet flesh, running it lightly up and down the outer lips of Em's pussy. Removing the ripe red berry, Mac brought it up to her mouth, licked it and pushed it between her flushed, swollen lips. Looking at Em with a devilishly divine smile on her face, Mac then chewed it ever-so-slowly and swallowed. "Ummmmmm" she said, "That was much better..." Taking another chilled strawberry from the silver bowl, Mac inspected it for size and ripeness and then repeated her sensual maneuver—running the fat, ice-cold berry up and down Em's pussy lips, then inserting it inside, twirling it and coating it with her friend's warm cum. She bit off the tip of the strawberry once more, swallowed it, and then fed the other half of the uniquely-flavored strawberry to Em. My, my, my, thought Em to herself. I will never eat another strawberry again without recalling this most magnificent erotic gourmet. They ate the entire bowl of strawberries, each one seasoned by the flavors of their own juices. What a day of sex it was ... and it went on till early evening. Hearts Afire Pt. 05 "Killing me softly with her song, killing me softly..." the soft, raspy voice of Rod Stewart drifted sexily on the warm current of air as the fire crackled and popped in the upstairs living room. A rosy golden glow suffused the room, stopping short at the heavy drapes holding out the darkness. Shadows danced on walls and ceiling lending the room a certain life of its own, while two naked figures lay on the thick ruddy fur in front of the fire. "Mmmmm ... god, Em, you sure know how to push a woman's buttons. Ahhhhh..." Mac's stretching was so feline that Em could almost hear a purr in her friend's soft voice. "I aim to please, hun," she breathed into a dainty ear, blowing wisps of hair clear as she continued to tease the folds and channels with the tip of her wine-moistened tongue. Her hand resting on Mac's alabaster cone of a breast felt a shiver ripple through the blonde's body. The nipple stiffened to attention. Em smiled to herself as her fingertips felt the movement, then concentrated their endeavors on that point. Mac's body squirmed with wanton delight at the touches assaulting her body and senses. Her skin took on the likeness of white molten liquid in the light of the fire. She luxuriated in its warmth. Disrupting the spell for a brief moment, Em reached for a small long-necked ceramic bottle nearby. Feeling it to be warm enough, she held it some distance above her lover's glowing skin and began to slowly pour the contents in a trickle over the conical breasts, making a particular point to include the stiffened nipples. The viscous stream trailed down to the flat stomach, pooling in the depression of the belly button. Em placed the bottle back where the fire would keep it warmed then, resting on one elbow, gazed for a few seconds along the length of Mac's supine body. She was the quintessential goddess from the pages of ancient Rome or Greece—smooth flowing lines, flawless, breathtakingly beautiful. Golden tresses spread around her head like a glowing aura. Soft, moist, rose-petal lips parted slightly, bespeaking untold pleasures. The neck sweeping from a classic jawline down onto the gently undulating chest with its twin conical peaks swelling high and smooth, with each topped by its lonely stiff sentinel, dropping away from these twin mounts to the smooth, flat plain of the stomach with its slight curves and lines. Beyond this plain the glowing fire followed the gentle slope down below the belly to the solitary low hill—the mons, covered with soft golden-white curls, through which Em could get a glimpse of the secret cleft dropping out of sight behind the far side of the mons. The legs, like two exquisitely smooth rounded lines of hills, drifted away from the magic cleft. Em drank in this vision of splendor with held breath, such was her friend's beauty. Eyes fluttered open and Em found herself drowning in pools of deep rich blue. She bowed her head and kissed the parted rosy lips. The chocolate syrup had run its course, from nipple-tipped breasts to the pool nestled on the plain between breasts and mons. Mac's skin glistened in the fire's glow and Em began to use her fingers to gently spread and massage the silky fluid over the smooth skin. As she tongued Mac's mouth, Em's fingers glided around and over slick breasts. She teased the nipples, softly squeezing, twisting and pulling them, feeling the mewing sounds throbbing from Mac's throat and resonating in their tongues. Her hand wrapped itself one breast and felt the gorgeous bulk under her palm and fingers, like clutching an syrupy balloon. Em massaged it, increasing the pressure as her ardor grew; she sensed a fiery warmth welling between her own legs. Em's hand pressed down over the stomach, massaging the chocolate in, then easing off and allowing just her fingertips to skim across the ultra-fine hair covering her lover's body. She withdrew her hand from its southern movement and caressed the curve of breast, neck, and shoulder, grasping golden tresses tight as she kissed deeper, stronger, forcing her tongue to explore every reach of Mac's mouth, sucking, nipping, pulling her wet lips. With a final sweep of the lips with her tongue, Em moved her mouth to Mac's breast, taking a mouthful of spongy flesh and hard nipple—drew it in deep, teased the tip of the nipple with her tongue, rasping back and forth and around the nodule. Mac groaned and arched her back, grabbing a handful of Em's long, dark hair, then reaching between their bodies, groping for a full pendulous breast. Em groaned in response. Letting go Mac's hair, Em trailed her hand down the side of the woman's face, tracing the jaw with her thumb, paid homage to the other breast standing unattended, then edged slowly southward over the slickened stomach and stopped, fingertips to silken curls. Mac's hips squirmed with anticipation. A deep guttural groan rose from her lips as she forced her head back, offering her neck to Em's nibbles. The hand disappeared from the upper slope of Mac's mons, but returned seconds later. She felt the exquisite sensation of warm chocolate flowing onto her mons, soaking her tight curls there, seeping slowly into the folds of her pussy lips. She spread her legs wider so that the thick liquid penetrated her cunt and overflowed, down between her butt cheeks. Em eased her fingers through the thickened pubic curls till her palm rested on the mound. She excruciatingly dipped her fingers into the damp slit, gently slipping her fingers between the labia. Taking her middle finger, Em rested it full-length along Mac's pussy, left it there for a few minutes while toying with the pussy lips on either side with her remaining fingers. Mac squirmed under her hand, but Em kept a steady pressure on her friend's slick, silky cunt. Mac's breathing had increased a little; Em could hear her heart pounding between her breasts. Once again, Em pushed her tongue into Mac's mouth, drawing and coaxing the other's tongue into her own. She pushed her middle finger deeper between the labia; it submerged from sight like a submarine slipping below the glistening surface of the ocean. Mac gasped at the pressure of Em's finger sinking into her very being. She felt her pussy lips part, making way for the long digit. Ohhhhh, merde! A roaring filled Mac's head as a volcanic pressure welled up from deep between her legs and filled her body. Her blood felt afire. A tingle teased her to the roots of her hair, as her head rolled side to side now that Em's mouth had returned to her breast. Aaahhhh! Instinctively, Mac's back arched, pressing her mons and cunt hard up against Em's hand and fingers. She couldn't tell if there were two fingers or more now exploring her inside. She felt them pushing, rubbing, slipping over the walls of her wet love cave, pressing the curves and ridges inside. The fingers pushed up into her, deeper, then slipped back—almost out of her—then up into her again, and again. The rubbing, pushing in and out, went on for what felt like ages. Mac could feel her juices filling her cunt, seeping out between Em's pumping fingers, and wetting her pussy, quivering under Em's palm. "Ohhhhhhh! Mmmmmmm! ... YES!" A galaxy of stars exploded behind her closed eyes. A rushing wind, or her blood, roared in her ears ... and an electrifying jolt shot through her body, from toes to scalp. Em's thumb was rubbing her hard clit while her fingers explored the region of her G-spot. Mac's torso almost leapt off the fur rug, her back arched to the point she felt it might break. She worked her hips against Em's hand, forcing the pressure on her clit and inside her cunt to a point beyond bearable. She couldn't get enough pleasure, had to have it ... had to have more ... MORE! Her hips rotated, pushed ... fingers drummed her G-spot ... her clit was a buzzer, shooting heavy jolts of shock up into her brain at every touch. Mac's head thrashed side to side, unable to cope with the waves of exquisite pleasure assaulting her brain. She felt her blood was on fire. A pressure was building deep, deep inside her, down low. A tidal wave of ecstasy was rushing forward. She could feel it. All her senses directed their total focus on one single point ... her belly. Then the dam burst! "AHHHHHH! OH ... MY ... GOD!" The orgasm was her own personal tsunami. It swept through her entire being, cleansed it of every single sensation, leaving in its phenomenal wake nothing but euphoria. The power of the rush reeked beautiful havoc in her mind. A blinding white light flashed behind her eyes. Her muscles convulsed as another wave followed close behind the first ... then another. Behind the horizon of her sea of pleasure, Mac could sense a deep, deep throbbing. Her blood? Her pulse? Her mind tried to seek out the source. This is where her ecstasy originated ... from this point ... somewhere. "Mmmmmm ... yessss!" Her horizon blurred as another wave of pleasure rose up and crashed on the shores of her mind. The throbbing continued. Em's face radiated with a beatific glow as she watched her lover in the throes of orgasmic delight. Em continued to pump her fingers in and out of Mac's cunt. Her fingers ... her entire hand was covered in the creamy juices that flooded from between Mac's legs. Beads of perspiration dripped from the tip of Em's nose, her chin, into her eyes as she feverishly rubbed and teased the hard knob of Mac's clit with her thumb. Four of her fingers were buried inside the sopping pussy. And all the while Mac thrashed and bounced with every wave of her incredible orgasm. Em felt the comfortable weight of her own heavy, full breasts swaying as she bent over Mac's hips. Occasionally her own stiffened nipples would brush her friend's hot skin and sharp electric jolts would snap in her brain. She could feel a delicious warmth deep in her own belly, and a wetness between her legs. Mac's breathing was ragged. Muscles twitched, and shivers rippled through her frame in the aftermath of her orgasmic tidal wave. Her whole body had a golden sheen of perspiration and, as Em moved to kneel between Mac's legs, she could see Mac throw an arm across her eyes and lick her feverish lips. Sensing an impending change, Mac glanced from under her arm and saw Em's head bow in homage to a spot between her legs. Despite her tiredness, Mac couldn't stop her leg muscles from growing taut. She held her breath ... waited. A coolness played over Mac's damp pussy. Nerves down her legs resonated like piano wires as Em's warm breath blew through damp curls, and onto the glistening folds of Mac's labia. Her skin, still hypersensitive from multiple orgasms, sent a screaming message into her brain from a million nerve endings as Em's lips and tongue touched the inside of one leg just above the knee. As Em moved ever-so-slowly upwards, Mac felt as if Em were branding her with a wet flame. Mac's pulse quickened; her blood began rushing in her ears and her breathing grew faster. She gasped aloud when the tongue reached the junction of her legs and skipped from one to the other, brushing over her pussy lips in the process. The fire continued down the inside of her other thigh, leaving a tortured trail of pleasure in its wake. Suddenly, it ceased. Every nerve in Mac's body quivered with anticipation. Her breathing was now a series of short, sharp gasps. She was panting. "Aaahhhhh!" The cry was inhaled with an excited gasp. Mac first felt the blunt tip of Em's tongue sweep up the lips of her pussy, catching her breath as the tongue flattened and rasped up and down her cleft a few tantalizing times. Her outer folds were pulled aside gently and the tip of the tongue was back—this time teasing her engorged clit. Mac's hips struggled to lift off the rug but were held fast by Em's head pushing hard between her legs and her arms pushing Mac's legs apart while fingers focused on her cunt. Wet muffled sounds emanated from below as Mac lifted her head to watch Em work on her clit. As Em sucked, kissed, licked and toyed with the ultra-sensitive bud, Mac gasped and moaned. She could feel the onrush of another orgasm. The tongue suddenly pushed pass the outer folds and dove deep inside her, lapping her juices and reaching around the walls of her pussy. Mac collapsed back and grabbed handfuls of her own hair as another tsunami of erotic pleasure loomed on the horizon in her mind. Her entire body shook as waves of ecstasy electrified every single nerve. She felt as if her mind would explode with sensual overload, her throat wouldn't—couldn't—work; her mouth opened and closed silently, her cries of passion screamed only inside her head. Em sensed the build-up in her friend's body—she clamped her mouth down tighter on Mac's pussy and sucked and probed with more energy, more passion. Em reached between her own legs and fingered her hot clit—inserted two long fingers inside her own dripping cunt. The two women were nearing the summit; Em couldn't stop now even if she wanted to—and she sure as hell didn't want to! Then they were there, at the summit! Glorious bursts of light poured over them. They were towering above the whole world, floating over a raging sea of erotic pleasure. Wave after orgasmic wave crashed in their minds. Up here the air was so rarefied they both had to gasp, scream for every ounce of breath their lungs could suck in. They felt the blistering heat of pleasure roar through them followed closely by crackling sparks as erotic energy charged their neural system. Time stood still; the women rode high on the crest of mindless pleasure ... then the seas subsided into rolling, billowing blissful clouds. They relaxed and gave themselves up to euphoric exhaustion. Their world was silent but for the merriment of the warm fire, their sole audience, which popped and clapped. ********** The world outside was greyish-white and diffused—insubstantial—a realm populated with ghostly, shifting shapes. The floodlights spread their muzzy glow a few pitiful yards into the foggy gloom, leaving huge areas of darkness scattered throughout the resort grounds. A grey specter slipped deftly from one dark pool to another; swirls of fog trailed the shadowy figure as it slid silently through spectral trees and shrubbery. Approaching one of the two-storey lodges, the figure melted into the deep shadows and vanished. ********** A solid rubber grapple materialized out of the mist and caught the top rail of the balcony with a dull thunk. A heavy knotted cord trailed from the hook down into the depths of fog and shadow; it drew taut as someone pulled on it, testing the grapple's anchorage. Apparently satisfied with its stability, the hook and line twitched slightly with the movement of a body climbing hand-over-hand. Seconds later the sea of fog parted and a black figure emerged; attaining the balcony, the figure hoisted itself over the railing and alighted silently on the timber decking. The cord was hauled up, carefully coiled, and both the grapple and cord placed gently in one darkened corner of the balcony. The figure stood still for a few seconds as the head turned this way and that checking for noises, then on rubberized boots it approached the glass sliders leading off the balcony. The heavy drapes had been pulled across the glass doors, effectively barricading the upstairs living area from the night, but a thin gap at the junction of the two drapes allowed inquisitive eyes insight to the room beyond. Immediately inside the doors and a little to the left stood a large, expensive silk palm, its dark green fronds fanned out and reaching to about seven feet. Beyond the artificial potted tree and again off to the left was the open fireplace. Flames danced among the diminishing small pile of logs held in place by a rough wrought-iron grate. The sole source of light in the large comfortable living room was the fire, and a warm glow radiated out to all points, throwing dark moving silhouettes and shadows onto walls and ceiling. Several feet from, and facing the rock-lined fireplace, squatted an over-stuffed, over-large, luxurious leather lounge of russet tones, upon which were scattered several cushions sporting wildlife woven designs. Large heavy wooden end tables trapped each end of the lounge. Partially hidden in darkness cast by the lounge, a cozy dining set for four could be discerned in the center of the room, while off to the right was a small, but well-equipped kitchenette and a fully-stocked bar. The melodic strains of a British singer crooning, "I'll be seeing you..." a popular song from the forties, filled the room with mellow sound. Flames flickered, danced on dark brown irises as eyes drifted slowly back towards the fire. Closer scrutiny discerned edges of a thick fur rug, the golden sheen of damp skin set aglow by the firelight—part of a face turned aside; rounded shoulders; the luscious curve of a hip. Gloved fingers adroitly removed a small leather pouch, opened it and selected the appropriate lock pick. Seconds later gloved hands gripped either slider and applied gentle pressure—no movement; resistance. Then a rubber seal sighed and the doors slid apart, sliding silently in well-kept tracks. Hearts Afire Pt. 06 "Mmmmm ... oh, yeah." Em's throaty murmur was barely audible above the forties' song and the crackle of flames devouring wood. A trickle of perspiration meandered down the shallow contour tracing one side of her curved spine. She sat atop Mac, hunched forward, her weight supported on arms propped to either side of Mac's hips. Em's head hung low, long black hair hiding her face, sweeping down between Mac's legs and resting on moist golden pubic curls. Em rocked gently back and forth as her lover, underneath, lavished attention on her pussy and anus. A soft cool breeze briefly kissed her damp shoulders. Em sat up slowly and twisted back to toy with the taut nipple of one of Mac's breasts. Em groaned to herself as she felt the tongue dipping and twisting inside her pussy. Then she turned round again, preparing to bury her own tongue in Mac's cunt. She froze. For a split second she thought her eyes were playing tricks with her mind. The drapes wavered in the flickering firelight, and the silhouette of fake palm fronds waved like so many hands in a crowd. Ever-so-slowly a shadow detached itself from the rest and quietly stepped forward into the room. The fire's glow washed over the figure which, she now saw, was garbed head-to-toe in black. Her sudden inaction must have alerted Mac because all sounds from where she was administering to Em's pussy abruptly stopped. "Em? What is it? Something wrong? Did I do something wrong?" The blonde's voice was slightly muffled as Em was astride her face. Em very carefully moved off the supine woman and took a kneeling position beside her—without ever taking her eyes off the dark specter standing just inside the sliders. "Em? What in the world is—?" Mac sat up—and spotted the intruder. "What the fuck!" Her expletive came as a rush of air, as if she'd been punched in the stomach. She sat there beside Em; both women frozen still like two vulnerable deer, their senses suddenly alerted to a danger nearby and their instinctual 'fight-or-flight' early warning system commanding stillness until the threat could be evaluated. Neither woman was the least bit concerned for their state of undress, modesty merely something attributed to prepubescent schoolgirls. Their eyes were riveted on the black stranger. Mac's eyes opened wide and she turned to her friend beside her—Em was chuckling softly! "Russ! What in the world are YOU doing HERE?" Em asked, as she resumed a more relaxed and comfortable position on the rug, leaning back, legs crossed at the ankles. Mac was speechless—these two KNEW each other? How the fuck could Em know this all-black figure was this ... 'Russ' character? Mac drew her knees up, clamped her arms around them and switched her befuddled look from Em to this guy, and back to Em. "Em? You KNOW this guy?" Mac asked incredulously. "Oh, Russ and I go back a few years." Em beckoned the uninvited 'guest'. "Well, don't just stand there scaring my friend to death ... come over here. Sit down." The man complied, pulling the black mask from his head in the process. Tight golden waves adorned his head and, as he eased himself onto the lounge his hair, highlighted by the fire, assumed a soft coppery gold glow. Mac sat quietly admiring this young Adonis. Russ stood on the high side of six foot one and possessed the type of figure most men would die for but would never invest the time to develop. Broad shoulders veed to a narrow waist and hips. His face, with its softly-chiseled features, had a certain boyish charm but on closer examination the deep-brown eyes held years of painful experience, and were too old for this young man. The lips were soft, inviting, but edged with determination and command. The corded muscles of his neck testified to the heavy musculature of the body hidden under the black stealth suit he was wearing. If pressed for a simple description of Russ, Mac would have to say, 'built like a super hero from the pages of some comic.' "Thanks, Em." His voice was like soft steel. "Hey, I'm sorry if I interrupted you guys." He wasn't. "As for my being here, Em ... let's just say that I'm here to protect my employer's new 10-year contract with your company." Em's mind instantly switched to business mode. "The Capricorn Account? Jefferies is your boss?" The young man merely nodded slightly. "You've been contracted to protect—me?" While she kept her eyes fixed on Russ, Em continued as an aside to Mac. "Rusty, here, works for a company called 'Blackwater, USA' which specializes in professional security, peacekeeping, and stability operations around the world. They work very closely with the Federal Government and its various agencies, as well as foreign governments. The day before you flew into town, Mac, my company won a 10-year contract with a crowd calling itself 'Capricorn, Inc.' I'm now guessing it's a federal agency and Blackwater has been contracted by them to safeguard their interest with my company. And if I'm right, it would appear you and I now have our own personal bodyguard." Rusty gave the two women one of his magical smiles and inclined his head slightly. "Okay. I can understand Blackwater wanting to keep a low profile," Em spoke to Rusty again, "...but why all this sneaking around, coming over the balcony? And just how long have you been following us—me?" "I was assigned to you..." Rusty indicated Em, "...a week before Jefferies flew in to sign the contract with your company. Let's just say I was to make sure the coast was clear. Since then, I've been your ever-faithful watchdog. As for this business tonight, what with everything that's been going on around here of late, I felt I could do a far better job working on the inside rather than from out there." He jerked a thumb towards the balcony and the night beyond the drapes. "You've been out there—watching us?" asked Mac. The young man smiled broadly. Her voice was suddenly a trifle husky. "Like what you saw?" "Let's say I could see you were in good hands." They all chuckled. Mac appraised him for a few seconds, then stood. "Well, you two can chat and catch up with each other while I go take a shower." Rusty eyed the gorgeous blonde as she left the room, then returned his attention to Em, who was watching him with a raised eyebrow and a salacious smile. ********** Mac luxuriated under the hot spray, standing there and allowing the jet setting to pummel her body from head to toe. It felt so good, so invigorating. Steam billowed up around her and she breathed deeply of the hot vapor, feeling the moisture at the back of her throat. Her mind wandered. Mac blamed herself for the infrequency of communication between herself and Em over the past few years. While her friend had been working hard to establish an internationally well-respected firm, Mac's sole interest had been taken up with her club—and partying. 'Mac's Place', her club, had the notoriety of being 'the club' where anyone could find or buy just about anything his or her perverted heart desired. And Mac worked hard to maintain that status; doing whatever needed to be done—within or beyond the law. There had been the inevitable run-ins with local—and not-so-local—gangs, which had taken time to squelch, but eventually a workable truce had been established with a bargain being struck with the strongest gang for it to function as her club's unofficial police force. This, in turn, had brought her undesirable attention from the local law enforcers—the real police—but now that she had various key officers on her payroll, even that quarter no longer irked her operations. For several years now, everything had been running smoothly. But all this had meant a noticeable drop off of e-mails and phone calls between the two life-long friends; something Mac now regretted. While they had been growing up together, Em had always been there as Mac's stalwart companion, a barrier shielding her from bad elements, lending the younger girl the necessary space and freedom within to grow stronger both in body and character. Em was Mac's tunnel of escape, freedom from her tyrannical father and totally disinterested socialite of a mother. The taller, stronger, older girl fast became the sister for which Mac had always yearned. Despite the two being inseparable during those long years of schooling, graduation from college had each woman stepping out on a different career path. Mac could still vividly recall that late summer afternoon, on the lush banks of their favorite river, hidden from the outside world by the dense screen of willow branches, when they had made a childishly solemn blood oath—that they would stay friends no matter what. There had been tears and soft laughter as they had pressed their cut right thumb to each other's, mixing the dripping blood as depicted by many a Hollywood Indian. They had sealed their pledge that afternoon making passionate love under the sighing willow into the early hours of the evening, then gone their separate ways. That felt so long ago, mused Mac—an eternity, a life time. She hung her head and let the water massage her long neck. The rush of water muffled her sobbing, and washed away her tears. ********** Mac emerged from the steamy shower—like some mystical figure stepping from the cloudy past—wrapped a towel about herself and padded into the living room. Her breath caught in her throat, and she stopped dead in her tracks. Em was on her knees, her arms propped on the lounge, with Rusty crouched low behind her. He clutched her raised hips tightly with one hand while the other sought for her full breasts, dangling and swaying underneath. Em's head hung low, and her breathing was labored as she panted in rhythm to Rusty's plunging movements. Both were bathed in sweat, and they glowed and glistened like two coupling bronze statues. Rusty's eyes were closed as he drove his cock into Em's pussy—in, out, in, out, in—like a well-oiled piston rod. Mac edged to her right to see better, then caught her breath again. Rusty's cock was huge! It seemed all of 7 or 8 inches long, and Mac wondered if she could fit her hand around its base, it appeared so thick. Her eyes were transfixed by the massive organ as it slid in and out of her friend's cunt. As she watched, Rusty increased his pace, hunching forward over Em's hips, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her. Em grunted with every stroke—the soft wet sound of testicles slapping against damp flesh reached Mac's ears. She felt fluid leaking from between her legs and eased a couple of fingers into her own pussy—began massaging her swelling clit. The couple was panting from their exertions, breathing faster. Russ released his hold on Em's full breast and slipped his hand to her clit and began rubbing hard, his fingers flashing. Em gasped from the electric current that jolted her system and shoved her hips hard into the man's driving penis; all three now were in rapture. Mac pressed her back to the wall, spread her legs wide for stability and worked her fingers deep into her dripping pussy, keeping pace with Rusty's grinding hips. His cock buried itself fully with each stroke, causing Em's head to jerk up each time. His legs were quivering, muscles taut—his butt muscles bunched tight, pressure building in his balls. He pumped faster, tried to go deeper. Em was groaning, getting louder. Mac was panting fast. "AAAAHHH! OHHHH!" Rusty began to shoot his seed into Em, then whipped his massive cock out and rested it between her butt cheeks. Gripping it tight and squeezing it, he milked his huge organ—sperm shot over the length of Em's curved back and into her hair. Em screamed as she felt the warm, thick fluid hit her hot flesh and she came, and came again. Mac almost crumpled at the knees as her own orgasm rippled up through her—juices flowed out of her pussy wetting her pumping fingers, her hand. She watched with glazed eyes as thick ropes of milky white spunk kept leaping from the tip of Rusty's jerking cock. She'd never seen a guy shoot so much. Then the spurts began to dwindle, then stopped, a dribble oozing from the tip. Rusty dropped to his knees and rolled onto his back, his penis lying limp between his legs. Mac wobbled over to Em and, unwrapping the towel from her waist, dropped it over Em's back drizzled with spunk. Then both women collapsed to the floor to join Rusty; all three were totally spent. "Damn," Mac groaned. "I need another shower." They all chuckled, exhausted. ********** Two lodges away, a tall, dark figure stepped silently out into the night, closing the front door quietly. Upstairs the master bedroom was a horrific scene of carnage. Blood spattered walls and ceiling glistened wetly in the flicker of candle light. Splashes of the red life source soaked into the thick carpet, turning a deep, carmine rust color. Atop the bed lay a woman's spread-eagled figure. Her glassy eyes stared across a veritable sea of her own blood as it pooled around her head and torso. Laying half in, half out of the bathroom doorway was the body of her best friend—the twist of limbs, the ribbons of scarlet trailing back to the shower, all testimony to the ferocity of the killer's passionate work. Hearts Afire Convulsion after convulsion, orgasm after orgasm raked your body. You quivered all over—again and again—then the quivering slowed to a series of shudders as the orgasm aftershocks slowed. Both our bodies were bathed in sweat; they glistened and shined in the soft room lighting. Your breathing slowly returned to normal and you had one arm flung across your face. Now only an occasional shudder went through your body. Then, with a sobbing sigh you relaxed—totally spent. Exhausted. I flopped down beside you, cupping one of your beautiful domed breasts, the nipple still hard. You shuddered one last time at my touch. "Welcome home, hon," I whispered in your delicate ear. You stretched languidly, turning a beautifully wistful smile to me. Your eyes shined with a content inner warmth and slowly you rolled onto your stomach so that your face was close to mine. "Thanks. That was worth the wait ...utterly mind-blowing. You haven't lost your touch." I simply smiled back at you. You then wriggled closer so that you could kiss me. Your lips brushed mine so gently. Then your tongue snaked out and flicked back and forth teasing my mouth open—it plunged in, searching out mine. Our lips crushed together. I moaned as you worked yourself up onto my chest and our breasts pressed together. First your hands cradled my head as your tongue explored my mouth, then one hand dropped to caress my breast as you dipped your mouth to my neck, biting and nibbling. Tingles coursed down my spine and I squirmed under you. I could feel my nipples springing to life—hard and ultra sensitive. Exquisite pleasure blossomed in my groin and centered deep inside my being—a warm glow began to pulsate and radiate up through my entire body. Your touch was bringing me alive inside. You edged one of your legs between mine. I opened wide for you. You pressed your knee hard to my pussy and moved it round and round—I grunted with pleasure. My hands clenched into fists then clawed the carpet as I felt your mouth leave my neck then begin sucking first one nipple then the other. I felt fingers trace an arabesque down across my stomach. My muscles fluttered under your soft touch. Then the fingers were resting on my mons. You pressed the palm of your hand down over my shaven pussy—first one, then two fingers began rubbing up and down my labia—my juices flowed. I couldn't stop my hips from grinding up against your fingers—my back arched. Fingers dove into my pussy—I gasped—electricity dazzled my senses as I felt my clit uncovered and teased to life. It rose to your touch—a hard ultra sensitive knob. "OH ... OH ... GEEEEZZZ!" I cried between clenched teeth as your fingers pumped in and out, in and out, well-oiled by my juices. I felt muscles all over my body tightening with excitement. I panted now—short hissing sound. Pressure built under your fingers. Fire boiled inside me—a river of fire raced up from my pussy to my nipples—to behind my eyes. Then I felt your lips caressing the inside of my thighs, leaving a trail of hot sensation wherever they touch my skin. It was all becoming too unbearable. I couldn't stop MOANING. For a second you withdrew your fingers from my pulsating pussy only to replace them with your mouth—your tongue penetrated my flooded well —deep—DEEPER. "OH ... OH ... OH ... UMMM ... I'M ... I'M ... CUMMING!" Tongue tips flicked between moist lips. My leg muscles began quivering —hips grinding—head tossing back and forth. My hands clawed the carpet. I felt your fingers back inside me moving, pumping faster, FASTER—FASTER. Pressure became unbearable. Your tongue was rasping back and forth over my clit. Your mouth suddenly clamped down over it—sucking. "OH ... OH ... OOOOHHH!" Orgasm after orgasm burst inside me. I felt my juices squirting out. You kept pumping, urging me on. More fire bolts ripped through me—I couldn't stand it. My back arched high—my pussy faced the ceiling. "GEEEZZUUSSSS!" One last mighty orgasm racked my body and my hips fell back to the carpet. I was blinded with sweat and tears of utter blissful joy. You cradled me close to you as shudders rippled back and forth through my spent body. I could hardly breathe. We kissed hungrily, savoring each other again, then we both collapsed on our backs. Glazed eyes stared up at a dark ceiling twinkling with a myriad of tiny lights. Noises rushed back to life in the room around us; once again we could hear the water tumbling over the rock ledge into the pool. My heart had slowed, no longer racing crazily around inside my chest. I pulled you to me, cradled your damp head into the crook of my shoulder and we found ourselves drifting off into a welcome sleep. A butterfly flittered and skipped across one gently rising and falling round breast, touched lightly down on its pinnacle of a nipple. This peak was still so sensitive that even this gossamer touch caused it to raise itself from a languid sleep, nestled in the soft pinkish-brown areola. A ring of gooseflesh accompanied the excitement. I moved to sit up with a sigh and unconsciously touched each nipple, then hefted my weight of my breasts. I hadn't felt this relaxed for so long—funny! I smiled at the thought of the torrid session we both had not that long ago. Sex is so good, I thought to myself. I glanced down at you still asleep, there was a satisfied smile on your face and you were fondling yourself—must be dreaming. Rising quietly I slipped into the pool. The water was just below body temperature, slightly cool but still refreshing. Ahhhhh ... a sigh escaped my lips. Bliss!!! I laid back and allowed the water to cradle my body, my breasts appeared as twin islands topped with hard peaks. I backstroked towards the waterfall. Gliding up to a specific spot, I positioned myself and with an air of excited anticipation I spread my legs. The stream of water shooting from this side of the waterfall struck my pubis with a hard pulsating pressure—my eyes closed—head fell back. AHHHHH .... ohhhh. The jet of water massaged my pussy like dozens of hungry fingers! I could feel my clit growing stiff and hard. The fire began to build low in my belly—the pleasure grew—traveled down to my toes, tingled them—flooded up to my stomach. My nipples sprang up even harder (if possible). The fire was fully stoked now, consuming every part of me—red waves of pleasure washed behind my eyelids as the ecstasy mounts. "Whaaaaa........?" I snapped from my reverie. "OHHHHH ...!" The jet of water had suddenly been replaced with your head now buried between my legs. You looked up at me, water dripping from you face, a mighty grin shined back at me. "You woke me with all your moaning. Why should you have all the fun?". Then you buried your face in my pussy again. "UHHH." Your tongue lashed at my clit—then you were sucking on it hard. THE FIRE WAS BACK! My legs were slung over your shoulders and they began to tremble—my toes curled—then my back tried to arch out of the water but you had my hips in a tight embrace. "OOOHHHH ... GEEEZZZ ... CUMMM—CUMMIIINNGG! ... I'M CUMMMING ... AHHHHH!" My body stiffened as a finger penetrated my anus. Orgasm after orgasm erupted like a series of volcanic explosions. My brain was dazzled with sensory overload. I could sense rather than feel my juices gushing out of me—into your mouth. Your head bobbed up and down, back and forth as you sucked in my essence. Slowly, ever so slowly the quivering in my body subsided and I relaxed down into the water. You drifted just inches from my eyes, a mischievous smile was on your face. Suddenly you saw the evil intent in my eyes and made for the pool side. You were half way out of the water when I caught you. I grabbed a leg, pulled, then locked onto your hips—buried my face between your butt cheeks and began reaming you with my tongue. Immediately you quit struggling and you pushed against my face, forcing my tongue deeper. I felt your arse rise as you reached eager fingers to your pussy. A groan sounded as your finger tips searched, then locked onto your clit. Then they set to work vibrating on your clit—rubbing the hot spot in a frenzy. Your short gasps were muffled by the carpet as you buried your face—your fingers were a blur of motion working your clit. "MMmummph! AHHhh ... SHIIIITttttt! " I sensed the orgasmic onslaught grip your entire frame and I hung on as you began bucking against your fingers. You hissed between clenched teeth as you were rocked by orgasm after orgasm. Then with a loud "AAAHHHh" you flopped forward, totally exhausted. Happily so. You rolled over onto your back, hands resting on a heaving stomach as you gasped for breath. A quizzical look darted over your face as you noticed me climb out of the pool and disappear into the nearby stand of bamboo. Seconds later I returned, hands behind my back. "What's up?," you asked as I strolled towards you. In answer I slowly drew my hands from behind me. In each was holding a massive vibrator. I arched an eyebrow as your head dropped back with a GROAN. I stepped between your legs and eased them wide apart with me feet, then I dropped to me knees. You had a strange wistful smile on your face as you watched my movements, and your eyes twinkled with anticipation. Taking up a bottle of lube juice, I squeezed out a quantity of the slippery oil and wrapped my hand round the massive shaft—it quivered as if it had a life of its own but you realized I'd turned the vibrator on. I ran my hand up and down the shaft sensuously, feeling the soft molding and the distinct veins, then up onto the mushroom head where I then ran my oily fingers round and round the knob. Satisfied that it's lubricated enough, I watched your eyes intently as I placed the vibrating cock against your labia allowing it to send its quivering message into you. A MOAN escaped your lips and your tongue flicked out and licks your lips. You were breathing short, sharp—waiting. The cock wormed its way into your pussy ... just a little ... then stopped. Then it began to slide—up—and—down—up—and—down your pussy lips, then wriggled in a little deeper. Then deeper—slid up and down between your labia—then nosed its big quivering knob up a little higher to your clit. "OH ... SHIT ... OH ...!" The oily tip of the cockhead nuzzled against your clit sending a rocket of sensation deep into your very core. Your hips began to grind. "GEEEZZUUUSSSS! ... GIVE IT TO MEEE!" Your voice was husky with desire. "—KEEEEP—DOOING—MEEEEE—PLEEEZZEE!" I put more pressure on your clit and your hips shot up off the floor as you GROOAAANED and arched your back. Your hands clawed the carpet. Now the huge cock eased out a little. Your hips began to slowly drop. the cock dove—slow—and—steady—into your pussy. You hips shot up again as you felt the massive shaft slide deep—deeper—into you—like a bus into a wet tunnel. then I smiled as I began to rotate the vibrator. "AAHHHHH ... GGEEEZZZUUUSSSS! ... OOHHHH ... NNNOO! ... YYEEEESSS ... MMOOORRREEE ... DDOOO ... MEEE!" The cock had a life of its own—twisting—probing—pumping—in —out—in—out—in—out—round, round. Shock waves raced through your whole body. Your head thrashed side to side. I leaned into you now, my grip on the vibrator hard and urgent. I panted and fingered myself. My fingers thrust deep into my own cunt—fingertips curled up searching—searching—till they found that—. "OOOOHHH ... MMYYYY ... CCCUUMMMIIINNG!" "I AM ... TOOO!!! ... C-C-CUUMMIIIINNGGG!!" Our bodies were racked with massive waves of convulsions as orgasm after quivering, mind-blowing orgasm ripped through our very beings. Constellations of stars burst in my mind, eyes screwed tight in exquisite pleasure. I gasped for breath. Then undulating waves of satisfaction as my senses began to relax—gave into the exhaustion—calmness of after-sex bliss.