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Placement Office

By: RioRedKing



Central Texas, early May, 1967

Placement Office

The Camaro turned into the parking lot and eased up to an empty space beside the sign that proclaimed "Taylor University, Placement Office, 9:00-4:30, M-F". The driver moved the Hurst shifter to neutral and set the parking brake, but didn't turn the key off. The exhausts burbled a promise of power with a press on the accelerator. The driver, Kit Morgan, shook his head and considered how he had arrived in the position of needing part time work. Twenty years old and never had a job other than being a jock and the only son of the biggest architect and builder in Huaco, Texas. But he needed a job now and so he checked the Rolex on his wrist—4:05—time to do it.

As he unfolded his 77 inches of height off the black leather seat, he wished he had parked in the shade. The May sun in Texas was going to burn his butt when he got back in, but he didn't have the energy to get back in and move it. No need to lock up a convertible, so he walked toward the institutionally bland building like a man headed to the gallows. He hardly limped at all any more.

Inside the building, the phone rang and was answered by a petite blond at the reception desk. "Hello, placement office---oh, Mrs. Fox, is everything OK with Katie? Oh, no—she cut her head on what? Excuse me a moment—young man, fill out the information on this form and I will get to you in a moment—Mrs. Fox, how does a five year old cut her head on a snack tray? Oh, her friend Sam threw it, and it is bleeding, and she may need stitches."

Kit was standing quietly with the clipboard full of papers needing his information, but was feeling that today was not a good day at all. When the blond stabbed him with an angry look, he said, "Look, you're busy, I'll come back."

"Sit down and fill out the form and quit lurking over me." She turned back to the phone, "I'll be there as quickly as I can. Mrs. Fox." Wheeling back on Kit, "You're not filling that out."

"I don't have a pen."

"Why didn't you say so?" as she pitched him a pen and stormed off into an inner office. Kit noticed that within a conservative wool skirt a very pert behind waved over a pair of medium heels.

"Forget it, boy, and fill out the form before she comes back and blows you up. You need her help."

In the inner office, Sandy Rhoades was explaining the problem to her boss. Sandy was a short, thin, blonde and in constant motion. Theda Pullin, the administrator in charge of the office, was as tall in her desk chair as Sandy was standing. Her dark hair was pulled into a neat roll on the back of her head and she was as quiet and still as Sandy was animated. 

"So you need to get to day care to check on Katie and maybe take her for stitches? Why are you still here? Get your stuff, go see about your kid. It's Friday afternoon; take off and I will see you on Monday. It's been still as church here all day anyway."

"But a young man just came in. I have him filling out the information sheet. He is really tall and..."

"Hush, get your stuff and leave. I can still take care of one tall boy needing some help."

"Oh, I know you can. I just..."

"Hush, not another word—get your purse and coat and go take care of Katie."

"OK, but---"

"GO!!!!"

When the blond reappeared and began digging in her desk, Kit stood up and walked toward the desk. As she came around the desk with a purse and small tote, she said, "I've got to go. Family emergency. Mrs. Pullin will handle your application. She is the boss and knows everything." The last words were almost lost as she went out the door and into the sunshine, leaving Kit standing with a mostly filled out form in his hand.

The door closed and Kit considered following the blond back into the parking lost. If the big boss was worse than the blond, he didn't know if he wanted to face her. As he turned to place the clipboard on the desk, he was surprised to find a tall woman standing practically beside him. He hadn't even heard her come into the room. 

"She's excited and frightened by an injury to her daughter. She is not always so jumpy and irritated. She will be embarrassed by her behavior the next time you come in." The woman's voice was deep and smooth. It carried a lilt of an accent that the flat, nasal tones of Texas would never cause. "Give me the form and tell me what you were hoping we could do and we will see what we can do."

Kit handed her the clipboard and noticed that her large dark eyes were only a few inches below his own. That was unusual. When you are 6'5" you become used to looking at the top of women's heads. Mrs. Pullin was only 3 or 4 inches shorter than Kit.

"I was hoping you could give me some leads for part time work for basically spending money. My scholarship covers tuition, books, and fees. I can eat either in the athletic dining room or at home. I live at home so housing is not an expense. Basically I need money for nonessentials."

"What about your parents? Can't they provide spending money if the rest of your education is paid for?"

"No. Basically I am on my own and can expect no help from them other than allowing me the use of their house."

"You need to ask your parents to reconsider."

"I am not in contact with either of my parents at the present time."

"I thought you said you lived at home with them."

"I said that I lived in their house, but they don't live there."

"That is unusual," she said, and looked down at the form. As she scanned the information, her eyebrows arched and her mouth firmed from a soft curve to a thinner line. "Christopher Morgan. I know who you are now. Your parents are very wealthy, so I really don't think you need part time work."

Kit said, "I don't think you know the whole story. You might know about Don Morgan, the architect and builder, who one day just shut down the largest construction firm in Huaco and left town without any explanation. Or you might know about is wife, Alicia, the socialite and philanthropist, who left a couple of weeks before he did. Or you might know about Kit Morgan, the golden boy of Taylor University athletics, freshmen all=American in basketball and baseball, who totally wrecked an ankle in the College World Series and will never be an athlete again. What you don't know is that I have not talked to my mother for more than a year, and just before my dad left he told me that I had four years of the use of his house, At the end of the four years, which will be May of 1971, he will return and I should plan on being totally self sufficient at that time. To aid me in that development, he quoted Teddy Roosevelt saying something about having his daily bread by inheritance, but he had to earn the butter and jam. He said I had been overprotected as a star athlete and as my parent's child and it was time for me to learn to fend for myself. So, yes, I do need part time work."

"Oh, well...What skills do you have?"

"Baseball, basketball, tennis, golf—but I'm out of practice—placekicking in football..."

"Stop, I don't think we have any coaching positions. What sort of work did you have in mind??

"Anything that requires a strong back and a weak mind except construction. I would feel disloyal to work for one of my dad's old competitors. Yard work, basic carpentry, plumbing and electrical, short haul moving.."

"OK, I need a mover for the larger furniture that I cannot move by myself. I am moving from my house here by campus to an apartment at the lake. I was going to spend the afternoon after work organizing and calling a local mover. I guess I could rent a truck and we could move it this afternoon and tomorrow. I'll pay you $6 an hour and buy whatever meals we eat."

"That sounds good, but I can save you the truck rental. I have a truck, well kind of a truck, it's an El Camino, it's a '65 model, two years old, but we can make as many trips as necessary in it. Why doesn't your husband help you with the moving?"

A silence fell between them. She looked at her hand where she still wore her rings. "I am by myself. The house is too big for just me, so I am making a new start." The stricken look on Kit's face urged her to change the subject. Theda looked out the glass door into the parking lot and saw only a British racing green convertible with a wide black racing stripe. "Where is your truck? I don't see it in the lot."

"It's at home. All the cars are really my dad and mom's, but he said I could use them."

"How do you buy gas for the cars?"

"I don't. Carter does."

"And who is Carter??

"He takes care of things since Dad left. He pays the bills and cleans the house and I think tells Dad what I am doing."

"So he is like a servant?"

"No, he was Dad's top financial guy while the business was going. Now he says he is on a sabbatical and will pick up his life later."

"He is not married?"

"No, never has been—he lives in the apartment over the garage. He's old, probably 50 or maybe even more."

"I'm 40, Christopher. Do I seem ancient too?"

"No! Sorry about the implication. You look great. But could you call me Kit rather than Christopher. I was only called Christopher when I was in trouble."

" I can do that. My house is just a couple of blocks off campus. How soon can you trade vehicles and get back here?"

"Probably 45 minutes."

"Fine. It is time to close the office anyway. Let's say 5:30 at 1501 Speight Street. I'll walk home and be ready when you get there. Dress coolly; the upstairs carpets have just been shampooed and the house is open with no air conditioning to get the smell out."

"Sounds good to me, but I can drive you home. Speight Street is my usual path away from campus."

"Good, I'll be just a moment closing up."

Kit waited as Theda moved quickly through the office turning off lights and adjusting the thermostat. The athlete in him appreciated the lightness and grace of her movement. Who would have thought such a bulky woman could move so well. He waited by the door as she locked up and walked over to open the passenger door for her. Her dark business suit and crisp white blouse were a bit out of touch with the Texas heat and the sports car.

"I've never ridden in a convertible." She stepped into the car with her left foot and plopped down into the low slung seat. "Agggg!" her knees both flew up as she attempted to swivel out of the hot burning seat. Kit stood transfixed as her skirt fell to her lap revealing a garter belt holding up stockings containing a well-toned pair of thighs. Even more interesting were the lacy panties on full display with a smattering of curly hairs poking through the lace. Kit was frozen for a moment; then his natural athletic reflexes kicked in, and he stepped around the door to pick up Theda. He could feel the residual heat on the backs of her thighs as they lay across his right arm. Her jacket had fallen open in her struggle and he was surprised by an outstanding pair of breasts just below his chin. Kit's estimation of Mrs. Pullin was undergoing a rapid transformation. Her skirt still rode high on her thighs and her chest was only inches below his face. Kit's eyes took in most of a very lovely six-foot plus lady. What happened to the extra large office boss. He realized he had been fooled by the clothing.

"You can put me down now, Christopher."

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry I forgot how hot the black leather gets in this weather. I wear jeans so it's not so hot..." He returned her to her feet and brushed her skirt down in the back. Feeling the heat, he kept lightly rubbing and fanning her back from shoulders to knees.

"That is quite enough rubbing, thank you. I am fine, but I think I will walk home as I usually do. I will see you at 5:30."

"Yes, ma'am. 5:30 it is."

Theda set off across the parking lot and Kit watched her go with a whole new appreciation of what was under the conservative business woman's suit. ' 

She stopped and turned around interrupting his viewing of her posterior. "Is your truck a convertible?"

"No, ma'am."

"Very well then. 5:30"

"Yes, ma'am."

As Theda walked away she felt the young man's eyes on her, and her imagination played again the quick move he had made around the door to pick her off the overheated seat. She thought the seats weren't the only thing overheated as his eyes had devoured her bare thighs and mounded breasts. And to be honest, it was exciting for her to be held. Theda did not think anyone had picked her up since she was about 10 years old. Her first growth spurt had shot her up about that time and her parents did not know what to do with a 12 year old who was taller than either of them. Kit's arms and chest were firmly muscled; she hadn't felt anything like them since she was in training. Oh, well, best to forget that and work the devil out of the young scamp who was all too appealing.

Kit's thoughts were somewhat in the same line, but he was surprised at the arousal he felt while holding Mrs. Pullin. Of course, the view up her skirt was outstanding and the urge to lean in and nip one of her nipples was almost overwhelming. Who would have thought so much nice stuff was under that frumpy suit of clothes.

Kit drove the El Camino down Speight Street not knowing what to expect. Speight was in the old part of town where the houses predated city zoning. There were older two bedroom cottages next to new apartment buildings to hold students. Some of the houses were huge leftovers that had been divided into apartments or frat houses. There were a few of the old giants that had been refurbished, usually by university professors or administrators and were private residences. The address Mrs. Pullin had given him was one of the old monsters, beautifully renovated and landscaped. He parked in the street in front of the narrow lawn bordered by an iron picket fence. As he stood on the sidewalk, he suddenly realized that emptying out this monstrosity one load at a time in his El Camino would take the whole summer.

The front door opened and his opinion changed. The Mrs. Pullin of the black suit, sensible shoes, and burned ass seemed to have dropped twenty years. A tall, athletic woman stood in the door in baggy cotton shorts, a tee shirt with the school's TU on a interesting chest. Out of the shorts were a pair of legs that showed their strength and were tanned to a smooth perfection. The dress shoes were replaced with a pair of Asics volleyball shoes without socks.

"O my gosh, you look like a jock!" The words jumped out of Kit's mouth before his brain reengaged.

"I used to be. Come on in the house and let's begin sorting what we are going to carry tonight. Is that your truck?"

"Yes, ma'am, it has a top and air conditioning and cloth seats, but this house is huge; it's going to take us forever."

She looked at him with a quizzical look for a moment before bursting into laughter. "You thought we were going to move the whole house in your little truck. No wonder you looked so lost and sad. I thought you wanted to back out. We are only taking the large furniture for two bedrooms, a living room, and an office. The rest of the furniture will either go with the house or be auctioned off—buyer's choice. Most of the furnishings for this house wouldn't be right for the townhouse."

"Where is the townhouse?" he asked.

"Lakeshore Point out on East Lake Drive. Have you seen the development?"

"Yeah, I guess so. We'll be neighbors. That was my dad's last project. Our house is just across Bosque Bay on the point just north of you."

"That's right, the cliff house by Don Morgan. It won some sort of prize."

"The 1963 Natural Living Architectural Award."

"Is that a big deal?"

"It is to architects, but my dad thought it would be a happy place to live."

"But he left..."

"Things change."

"And you live there now."

"Not really. I live in the boathouse."

"And Carter lives above the garage, and the award winning house is empty."

"Not really," he said; "it is full of memories."

Theda did not know how to respond to that. The tall handsome boy had a wonderful presence, but she felt an underlying sadness that she knew she was unprepared to deal with. 

"Come on; let's start with the furnishings for the two bedrooms. We can put them in the townhouse first and we won't be tripping over them later." At the top of the stairs, the first bedroom held only a queen bed and a chest of drawers with a large mirror. Theda said, "I thought we could take off the mirror and place it between the mattress and springs in your truck for safety. Then we can carry the chest in another trip.?

"Works for me. Do you have a hammer and screwdriver to take the bed and chest apart?"

"In the tool box on the other side of the bed."

"Wow, you're on top of things for a woman with a burned butt."

"Smart-aleck, get to work."

They spent the next half hour breaking down the beds and chests for the two bedrooms. . As the two worked, the conversation became easier and more comfortable for both. But the heat in the upstairs bedrooms made them both glisten with sweat. When everything was disassembled, they carried the first set of springs into the hall to take to the truck. Theda was in front when Kit said, "Wait, I know you are strong, but I probably need to be in front because more of the weight will be on me going down."

"OK, I'll move to the middle and hold it up while you come around to the front." Theda moved to the center of the upright mattress and held the top with her hands spread widely for stability. The bottom of the mattress had kicked out toward her and as Kit edged behind her, the mattress wobbled. Kit reached on either side of her and helped her stabilize the mattress. As he applied his strength he pressed into her back and her front pressed into the mattress. All doubts vanished from his mind about Theda being a chunk. He felt a muscled taut ass just below his pecker which immediately began to raise the flag.

"Got it?" he asked.

"Yes, I certainly did get it," she replied.

Kit moved to the front of the mattress and they carried it to the bed of the truck with no further comment. He was glad for the extra long basketball jersey he was wearing outside his shorts. At least it hid his woody, he thought.

He didn't realize that Theda had immediately recognized the stiffy poking her hams. It was obviously not intentional and she had no intention of making Kit uncomfortable. He certainly could not be thinking of a middle aged woman in that way.

They brought down the mirror next without mishap and then went back up for the mattress. Kit maneuvered their positions so that Theda led out the door with the front of the mattress. At the top of the stairs, Kit said, "Oops, we messed up again. Move to the middle to hold it up and I'll get the front."

Theda gave him a suspicious look, but moved to the middle of the mattress again. As Kit moved behind her, he placed his right hand over hers and moved closely behind her. When his left hand closed over hers on the mattress top and his warm sweaty body pressed closely to her back, she lost all doubt about Kit's thinking. There was a hard lump just above her waist, a firm chest and belly covering her back, and his hot breath on her neck and ear.

"I thought you might need some help."

"I might, but we need to carry this mattress down."

After a short pause when Kit squeezed her hands and pressed more firmly against her, Kit moved to the front of the mattress. As they carried it down the stairs and out, both were thinking of the sensations that seemed so alluring.

"I think he finds me attractive. For him I am not too big. God, I haven't been held and felt so wanted and secure since...since...since I was grown."

"Wow! Her body is amazing and she didn't blow up and fire me yet."

After loading the mattress, Theda led back up the stairs for the next set. As Kit followed, the once baggy cotton shorts had been dampened by sweat so that they molded themselves to Theda's ass. Kit was entranced by the flex of the two muscled globes as Theda trotted up the stairs. He thought they were wonderful and perfectly proportionate to her height. When Theda glanced back and saw that his attention was fixed on her butt, she felt a flush. He seemed to appreciate the view. No harm, no foul.


Placement Office - Openings



"Theda, can you stand here while I go get the float. It is drifting off," said Kit. 

"Not yet. Just hold me." 

"You're slick. Turn around then and put your arms around my neck. Now jump up and wrap your legs around my waist." 

"Ooooh! This is lovely." 

Theda's afterglow left her blushing despite the cool water. The middle aged woman had never imagined that she would be in Lake Huaco naked wrapped around her 20 year old lover who had just brought her to a crashing orgasm with his hands. Eighteen years of married life had not shown her what Hemmingway's characters when they said the earth moved. Now she knew and basked in the warmth of post-orgasmic serenity. 

Kit wrapped his arms around Theda with his hands on her naked buttocks. His unsatisfied cock remained hard. His only pleasure had been in watching Theda's ecstasy.. His boner rested underneath her as he held her easily with the water's help. "I really need to go get the float." 

Theda burrowed closer to him. "Do you have to swim for it?" 

"Probably not. I think it is shallow enough that I can wade." 

"Then carry me over there." 

Each step through the water increased Kit's need. Theda's wet naked breasts pressed and slid over his chest, his hands were locked on her ass and the tips of his fingers traced her crack, and his cock brushed her pubes as it reached upward to seek a home. As his finger brushed over Theda's rosebud, she flinched and squeezed her cheeks together. 

"Wrong hole." She smiled. 

"Maybe not" Kit replied, "it might be fun. Some women like the attention there." 

"Lawrence never showed any interest. Do you like it?" 

"Oh, yes, indeed. We can introduce you to a new pleasure and see how you like it." 

"If you want to." 

"I do. Here's the float. Turn and rest your arms over it like earlier. We can float and watch the sunset. We have missed the streak across the lake, but the sky is nice. 

The Texas sky flaunted its colors. Reds, oranges, pinks, purples, and yellows filled the west. As Theda let her legs loose from Kit's waist, she felt his erection. "Kit, you are still hard." 

"So hard a cat couldn't scratch it," he laughed. "Grab the float and I will get in behind you. We'll see if we can fix that." 

Theda rested her chest on the vinyl covered foam lounger.. Her body floated perpendicular to the length of the float as Kit moved behind to cover her. "Spread your legs," His arms covered hers as his legs began kicking to move the float back toward the boathouse. When his cock poked Theda's pussy, she flinched again. 

"Are you still sore?" 

"Yes, but don't worry." 

"Later I have something to help that. Right now, just relax your ass." 

Kit moved forward until his cock lay in the cleft of Theda's buttocks. As he began the rocking motions that had thrilled her yesterday, she softened her muscles to receive him. Yesterday he had ridden her while they were still clothed. The play of their naked bodies increased Theda's fever. His heavy balls and the base of his dick began to rub her small brown hole. Inexplicably, she felt warmth began to spread again through her groin. Kit's motions became more rapid and intense; he reached to grasp her ponytail and pull her head back. Theda arched her back to try to create more friction on her anus when she felt Kit's hot seed spill out between them on her lower back. Kit's thrusts slowed and stopped; Theda felt a small disappointment that the stimulation had not continued. 

"Did we make another mess?" she asked. 

"Not much, the lake will take care of it." 

"Kit, I need to get out." 

"Why, floating like this is one of my favorite things." 

"But that beer we drank is seeking an outlet. I need to use your bathroom." 

Kit chortled, "You're in it. Turn it loose, the lake will take care of that too." 

"But...it will..." 

"Wash off when we take a shower. Go ahead, Theda." Kit tugged on her hair and Theda released her bladder. They both felt the brief wash of warmth before the lake water returned to the normal temperature. Theda thought she should be embarrassed, but instead was filled with a sense of warm intimacy. 

"Do you need to go too?" 

"I could." 

"Then do it to make us even." 

When Kit's stream heated Theda's back and ass, she was struck with another jolt of lust. She moved her mouth to Kit's arm and began kissing it. As his warm urine continued hitting her back and flowing off her ass, she opened her mouth and began sucking and tonguing his flesh. 

"Let's get out and take a shower, Theda." 

Kit's strong scissor kicks quickly moved the float to the swimming ladder. After Theda caught the ladder, Kit tossed the float on the dock. He turned to watch her as Theda went up the steps. First, her strong athletic shoulders split the water and the water streamed from her hair and back as she climbed. The taper from her shoulders to waist was more typical of a college girl than a 40 year old, but Kit caught his breath when her hips cleared the water above his eyes. The flair from waist to her large toned gluts was so sensuous that he felt himself start to harden again. On a smaller woman her ass would have been too large, but for a woman her size, Kit found her delicious. 

As she stepped up the ladder on to the deck, she ran her hands over her head to force the water away from her scalp. Streams ran down her neck to the shallow trough of her backbone. The drops raced to the crack at the base of her spine to disappear monetarily before streaming through her crack to the lush carpet of dark curls at her crotch. Kit wished mightily to be a drop of water. Theda glanced back to see his enraptured face. 

"Don't look. I know I am too large, and too hairy, and too old for you." 

"You could not be more wrong. You are beautiful and exactly right for me." Kit started up the ladder with his semi-hard dick waving in front of him. Theda's frown turned to rapture as she watched Kit climb the ladder. A young god, a young Poseidon, rising from the sea to claim what was his by right of conquest. She blushed and turned away. 

"Am I so bad that you cannot stand to look at me?" Kit teased. 

"I am ashamed to look because you are all the things that I am not. Young, and smooth skinned, and beautiful beyond measure. In Greece and Rome, I saw the classical statues of ideal young men. Kit, they were no more beautiful than you." 

"Wow, I was just fishing for not ugly. But if you think so, I will take it. But you are the truly beautiful and sexy one." 

"Kit, don't..." 

"And I think I better wash you before I eat you up. The outside shower is big enough for two." 

"Well, since it is open to the world, I guess so. But can't we go inside, someone might see us." 

"I'll turn the lights on the dock off until we are finished. Towels and robes are in the storage box beside the shower. We use an organic soap that doesn't hurt anything in the lake for both washing and shampoo. It's more fun if you wash each other." 

"You've done this before with other women, eh?" Theda grinned, "I guess you bring all your young girls here." 

A fleeting look of wariness, then sorrow flashed across Kit's face. "No, only one." 

"And she was very special to you?" Theda pushed. "She was your teacher, your mentor?" 

"Yes." 

"I should thank her, perhaps." 

"I don't think you will ever meet her, Theda. I'll do you first to show you how." 

"Fine," the older woman answered softly. 

Kit led her to the single pole with a large sunflower-like shower head. He turned on the water and allowed the temperature to regulate. "Now get wet," he said as he pulled her under the stream. The lukewarm water streaming over her face felt wonderful. Kit pulled a chair under the shower and told her to sit while he shampooed her hair. He worked up a huge lather with the soft soap and massaged it firmly over her scalp. Theda's eyes were closed and she luxuriated in the treatment. 

"Now lean back so I can rinse your hair." 

When Theda leaned back she scooted her butt to the edge of the chair and leaned against the back. Her eyes were closed, but Kit had a great view of her breasts, belly, and pubis. "I don't know why you want to get rid of your curls. They are marvelous and thick." 

Theda's legs clapped together as she realized she had been openly displayed to Kit. "Oh, I have always been embarrassed. It is too much, much too much." 

"We can take them off if you want. I have done it before." 

"Your teacher." 

"Yes." 

"It seems to be a day for new things for me. If you don't mind." 

"I will love it. Now stand up while I do your front." 

Theda was thoroughly washed from her collar bone to her knees. Her breasts and crotch received more than ample attention. Theda's heat had begun to rebuild when Kit told her to raise her arms. When he touched her arm pits, she broke into giggles and clamped her arms on his hands. 

"Raise your arms, Theda." 

"I can't; it tickles." 

"You have to get clean. Raise your arms." When she clamped her arms tighter and started to turn away, Kit reached to grab her hair at the back of her neck. He grasped a handful and stopped her. "Raise your arms and lock your hands on the top of your head." 

Theda's body relaxed, her head bowed in submission, and her hands locked on the top of her head. 

The previous lathering had been soft and playful. Now Kit lathered his hands then grasped Theda's armpits firmly. With his thumbs on her collarbone he deeply massaged the chest muscles before moving to her uplifted breasts. He slid his thumbs under her breasts and briskly squeezed her pecs before moving to a milking motion on each tit. Each hand tightly gripped her flesh as he pulled his soapy slick hands to the nipples to give them a pinch. Theda moaned her pleasure as he demonstrated his dominance. 

"Spread your legs." Theda immediately obeyed. Kit cupped her sex with his right hand and lifted without any attempt at penetration. Theda came up on her toes. 

"Oh," she whined. 

"Are you still sore?" he asked. She nodded. "We will deal with that later. Turn around, bend over, brace your hands on the chair, and spread your feet." When Theda did so, Kit reached to take her hair again with his left hand. His right hand roughly rubbed the bar of soap over her hack and buttocks. When the soap pushed into the crack of her ass, Theda flinched. "Be still and relax." Kit murmured softly. "I have to get you clean." 

Kit pitched the soap into the chair and began stroking Theda's crack from her pussy to her tail bone. Each time he passed her rosebud, his fingers dallied to rub or swirl. At first, Theda kept her sphincter tight, but gradually it loosened. Kit's slick soapy finger began to push inside briefly then moving away. As it returned, Theda felt it slip inside deeper and circle briefly. The sensation was not unpleasant and the absolute intimacy of having another person control her most secret places was a huge turn-on.. 

As she began to anticipate the penetration, she relaxed more and her anus flexed in welcome to the invader. When she raised her hips to push back at Kit's hand, he slipped another finger into her relaxed hole. With two fingers in her to the second knuckle, Kit gently pulled her sideways and pushed back the other direction. The heat flared in Theda's belly. "Kit! Kit!" 

"That's enough for now. Let's rinse you off." Kit turned on the water and turned the beguiled woman in a circle as he rinsed her clean. "Now you do me." He said as he sat in the chair. 

As Theda lathered and rinsed Kit's hair, her eyes were drawn to his penis. At first, it lay relaxed and soft on his thigh. As she rinsed the soap from Kit's hair, her breast brushed over his ear. His cock gave a small lurch, so she reached unnecessarily across him to rub herself on his face. Kit's cock began to rise. Theda gave up all pretense of rinsing Kit and moved beside him to clasp his head between the soft pillows and rub herself on his face. Kit's erection began to be complete. 

He stood up. "Enough teasing, wash my front." Theda stared as Kit raised his arms to rest his hands on the top of his head. "I am yours." 

With eager hands she soaped his chest and armpits, massaging and stroking in awe the smooth perfection of the young athlete's body. When she reached his waist, she became more tentative. She had never handled a man so openly and with such sexual expectation. Her hands remained on his cock long past any need of cleanliness. It fascinated her with its length. It was as firm and hard as wood, but covered with the softest skin . She pulled, and tugged, and caressed until Kit said, "Theda, you better move on or we are going to have another mess." 

"Oh, sorry" she said. "What should I do next?" 

"My balls and thighs." 

"Of course." As Theda reached her bubbled hands tor Kit's scrotum, she realized that she had never handled a man's testicles. "Are they very sensitive?" she asked. 

"Let's just say that I'd rather you didn't pull on them as hard as you pulled on my pecker. The evening's entertainment might be over at that point." 

Theda gently washed the sack feeling the treasures inside. It was fascinating, but she moved on the area behind his balls. When she rubbed there, Kit sighed in pleasure and she spent an exploratory moment eliciting more moans and sighs. She moved on to his thighs and strongly kneaded the muscular young man without any fear of hurting him. 

After a brief time, Kit turned around and leaned over placing his hands on the arms of the chair. Theda soaped his back while standing directly behind him. She had to stretch to reach his shoulders which pressed her pussy into Kit's ass. As she worked the muscles in his back and shoulders, she began to rock her pelvis against his ass in imitation.. 

"Spread your feet," she said, as she stepped to his side and ran the bar of soap through the crack of his butt. She dropped the soap in the chair and ran her hand from a light grip of his balls to a caress of his whole butt crack. As her hand moved back down, her middle finger paused over his asshole. When she pressed gently, Kit said, "Don't be shy. Put it in." As her finger easily sank into him, she felt Kit quiver. "Deeper, go deeper, Theda. Now rub the sides of my prostate." Theda slipped her other hand under Kit in time to feel the small leakage of fluid from the massage. "Enough," he said. "That is great, but let's save it for later. Rinse me off." 

After rinsing, they toweled each other dry with glee. Some parts were dried so well that they were beginning to moisten up again from the inside. Kit held a fluffy white terrycloth robe for Theda. Reaching through the open front, he toyed with her pubes and asked, "Do you really want to get rid of this?" 

"Yes, please." 

"I have to go get some things from the big house. Go up and wait in my living quarters. If you want something to drink, look in the fridge. I'll be back in a minute." 

When Kit started off, Theda said, "Don't you want a robe?" 

"No, I'm comfortable just like this." He grinned and loped across the deck to the path. 

Theda watched in admiration. The slight limp did not hide the grace of a young man at home in his own skin. She walked up the stairs and into Kit's bachelor pad. In the refrigerator she found a wine cooler and opened it as she walked around investigating Kit's life. There were the obligatory guitar and Playboy magazines along with Sports Illustrated and, surprise, Newsweek. She was looking at a wall hung with plaques and certificates when Kit returned. 

"You have your own special wall hanging—AP All-American basketball team." 

"It is only second team. It's not like making the Olympic team." 

"Only second team?" 

"Yes, only." He said. "If you are sure you want to do this, come on in the bedroom." He held up several objects, electric clippers, a comb, and a tube like a large toothpaste tube. Kit led her to the bed and said, "Sit on here, but keep the robe under your butt, It can catch the hair." 

While Theda arranged herself, Kit took the tube into the bathroom. She heard him running water and shortly he returned with a safety razor and can of shaving cream. 

Kit gathered several pillows and placed them behind her. "Lean back on those and open your legs to give me room to work." Theda blushed at the thought of how obscene she must look, but Kit quickly knelt between her thighs with the clippers and comb. 

Her full bush curled thickly almost across the full width of her belly. It rose in a gentle curve half way to her naval. It continued downward in two swaths along the sides of her labia to encircle her anus. 

Kit paused and admired the view. "Last chance to save the rainforest." 

"Christopher, you are not funny. Go ahead before I chicken out." 

Using the comb to hold the hair upright and keep the clipper blades away from Theda's tender flesh, Kit began moving across her belly. The vibrations of the clippers ticked Theda, but she only closed her eyes and tried to be as still as possible. When Kit reached the groove between her thighs and pussy, the tickling began to give way to arousal. The buzzing traveled through the comb which lay over her clitoral hood. As Kit moved the clippers over her, it seemed that he was moving slower and pressing harder. 

Theda's sex flowered and her clit tried to escape the confining teeth of the comb. Her breath became more shallow, her nipples swelled and she reached to caress them, a flush spread over her chest and face Just before her orgasm began Kit lifted the comb and clippers leaving her tingling in a state of anxiety. 

"Not yet, Theda. I will decide when. Just relax." Kit brushed her loose hair clipping between Theda's legs. He slid his hands beneath her knees and lifted her thighs. "Put your feet on my shoulders." 

Theda was shocked and her arousal dampened. Only her gynecologist had placed her in such an open position. That was professional and clinical and she had been draped decently. What on earth was she doing here with this boy? She started to lift her legs to roll away. Kit's hands quickly captured her thighs and stilled her. His right hand slid down her thigh to her clitoral hood and pinched it firmly. 

"Be still, Theda, and do as I say." 

Something snapped into place for Theda and all resistance drained from her as she placed her feet on Kit's shoulders. He gave her clit a small shake and her doubts were forgotten as she gave herself up to whatever he chose to do. Kit held the comb in his left hand as he quickly clipped the right side of Theda's swelling snatch. He switched hands with the comb and clippers and did her right side. 

"Put your hands behind your knees and pull them to you." 

Theda Pullin who ran the placement office with efficiency and dispatch would never have followed such demeaning instructions. Theda Pullin could not imagine gentle Lawrence ever saying or even thinking such a thing. But the new Theda pulled her knees to her chest baring her ass to Kit. Briefly and lightly, he clipped the hair surrounding the pucker. Then he lay the back of his hand on her anus and rested the buzzing clippers directly on her sensitive hole. Two people could play a teasing game. 

Theda's fever climbed even higher. She rocked her ass across his knuckle and moaned, "Kit, Kit, I need... I need..." 

Kit moved his hand and turned off the buzzing clippers. "I know you do, but not yet. Slip your arms out of the robe so I can gather up this hair." 

While she worked her arms free, Kit lightly brushed the clipped hair into a pile between her legs. He pulled the robe from under her and bundled it up for washing. "Lie there and rest a moment while I get a cloth." Theda lay back with her eyes closed. She was no longer concerned about how she looked. Her swollen vaginal lips gaped open and fluid ran down the crack of her ass. The smell of her arousal was sharp and tangy as it filled the room. She knew she looked like a slut in heat and she was satisfied with that. 




Placement Office - Openings



Kit returned with a towel and warm wash cloths. He knelt between her thighs." Raise up your ass so I can put a towel under you." Theda placed her feet on Kit's shoulders and raised her ass. She wanted him to see how ready she was for him. He slid the towel under her, but she held herself up in front of him and flexed her pelvis to beckon him with her bloated leaking cunt. 

"Not yet, Theda. I will release you when I am ready." He placed one of the warm wet cloths over her crotch. With both hands he rubbed the wet towel into her belly and groin and ass crack. "Put your feet on the floor." With her eyes closed, Theda reveled in the wet warmth as it met the heat of her fevered skin. Kit pulled the cloth down to the top of her slit and spread shaving cream over her belly. He shaved her with downward stokes and moved quickly to the top of the towel. 

"Now pull your knees to your chest and open wide." 

Even knowing what was going to happen did not lessen the impact of Kit's hand spreading the shaving cream over her stubble and rubbing it in. Her arousal was so complete that she involuntarily shuddered and lurched toward his hand as he rubbed the smooth cream over her sex and asshole. When the razor moved smoothly over her, Theda began to quiver in overload. 

"You need to be still. I don't want to cut you." 

"I can't stop the shaking, " she answered in a tiny whisper. 

"I'll hold you." Kit said. His left hand covered her vagina and he used his thumb and forefinger to stretch the skin tight. He quickly finished and moved down. His left hand spread her ass cheeks and the razor circled her crinkle with short strokes leaving her smooth as silk. 

Kit dropped the razor and using a clean cloth began to wipe the excess soap from Theda's ass. "Put your legs down now." He cleaned her crotch and belly area. Kit sat back on his heels and looked at Theda's closed eyes. 

"It's done. No injuries. You can open your eyes now, Theda." 

"No injuries except to my modesty and dignity. I'm afraid to open my eyes and look." 

"There is no need for modesty between us. Let's try honesty instead. And as for your dignity, my teacher said a lady takes off her dignity with her clothes and does her whorish best." 

"You were very fortunate to have such a teacher." 

"Yes, I was. Now open your eyes and gaze upon the wonder of your beauty." 

"Fool! Idiot child," she said. She opened her eyes. "Oh, Kit, it is even bigger looking without the hair to cover it." 

"Hush," he said. "I think it's great. It's smaller than half a volleyball, maybe more softball size, definitely bigger than a baseball...kind of shaped like a football, but.." 

"Idiot child!" she could not but snicker at his comparisons. "Are you such a jock that you can only make sports similes?" 

"Nope, I like to eat too. Not so rough as a pineapple; not as big as a cantaloupe; I know—it's a peach, a large juicy peach. I love peaches. I think I am hungry for one now." Kit leaned forward and lifted Theda's thighs onto his shoulders. His mouth moved to her vagina and he tasted her with an open mouthed kiss. "Mmmmm, yummy!" He moved closer to explore his shaven banquet. 

Theda went stiff in shock. She knew oral sex was a staple for some, but Lawrence had never offered and she had been too repressed to ask.. She never thought it could be so thrilling. Kit's tongue laved her lips and reached into her depths. His nose bumped her clit making her startle at the sensation. His hands rested on her thighs as her ass was supported by his shoulders. This gave her a freedom of movement that she began to use to try to force her clit against him moving with a quick hunching motion. 

When Kit sensed her growing cooperation, he shifted his hands from Theda's thighs up her torso to her breasts. Each hand squeezed and kneaded her flesh while his thumbs and index fingers pulled at her nipples in a milking motion. Her orgasm began swiftly when he moved his mouth up to suck in her erect clit. As he applied suction with his lips, his tongue swirled over the two inches of her sensitive clit. Theda's hips pumped frantically thrusting her most sensitive bud between his lips. Kit pinched her hard nipples and shook her breasts. Theda mouth stretched open as she stiffened in her climax and howled, "Ahhhhhhhhh." As she ran out of breath, Kit lifted his mouth away from her and changed his grip on her breasts to a softly squeezing caress. 

Theda came down slowly. As she regained her orientation, she said, "Oh, my god, Kit, you have ruined me." 

"Only until next time. Move up on the bed farther so I can join you." 

Theda pitched the pillows to the head of the bed and crawled backward, Kit followed her and crawled between her legs until his mouth reached her chest. "Let's give these a little more attention," he said. His mouth and hands were all over her as he relit the fire she thought was extinguished. As her nipples hardened and she wrapped her legs around Kit's waist, he began sliding down, kissing her as he went. 

"Again," Theda thought. " I don't know if I can stand another time like before." 

As he moved downward, Kit pressed Theda's right leg flat on the bed, trapping it with his left arm. His left hand curled over her belly to clasp the top of her slit and shake it gently. Kit's right hand reached under Theda's left thigh and raised her leg upward. He caught her foot and placed it on his right shoulder. He patted it and said, "Keep that there." With her completely opened up to him. Kit slid two fingers vertically into her twat. Her lubrication allowed them to enter smoothly as he pushed them as far as they could reach. His middle finger bumped against her cervix causing Theda to moan and fuck back at him. He slowly drew them back and then pushed again. 

Theda felt the fingertips push her cervix back. She pushed against the pressure having a sudden itch that needed to be scratched. Kit left his fingers embedded and made a series of small bumps against the hard mouth of Theda's womb. She fucked at his hand trying to find a rhythm, but Kit turned his hand palm up and lifting against the top of her canal, he moved his fingers over her G-spot to bump against the back of her channel. 

Kit's left hand pinched her clitoral hood, then spread it open for his mouth to feast greedily on her clit. No more delicate finesse; Kit savagely lashed her clit with his tongue; his left hand alternately pinched and spread the top of her gash; his right hand added a third finger as he stretched and pulled and pounded Theda into submission. 

Theda was electrified; every sense was screaming at her for release, but she could not quite get to her orgasm. She was hung up on the edge humping and grunting and gasping. "More, Kit, is there more?" she managed to cry. 

Kit turned his right hand over and placed his thumb over her rosebud. It was wet and slick from Theda's copious discharges. "Ready, Theda?" he asked and took her whine as agreement. He plunged his thumb into her ass and began fucking her ass with it. His fingers in her snatch continued their stimulation. Theda's mind exploded in a tornado of pure sensation. She reached to grasp her legs and pull them to her chest, accepting whatever Kit chose to do in search of one more bit of feeling. She screamed her joy and her lust just before the world turned off. 

Theda woke up with Kit lying beside her holding her head to his chest. "Are you all right?" he asked. 

Theda took a moment to consider just how she was. Everything below her waist thrummed with overstimulation. It was not painful, but she felt as if one more touch would be too much. Her chest and face felt hot as if sunburned. Her belly twisted with the remembrance of her behavior. Her mind was deeply satisfied and at peace. She wanted nothing more than to show the young man holding her the appreciation she felt. A whole new world had been revealed by Kit's tearing down her walls. She snuggled closer to him. 

"I've never been better," she said. "Can there be more?" 

"Well, I kind of hoped you might return the favor." 

Theda became aware of an astoundingly firm and long part of Kit lying between them against her stomach. She reached down to grasp it and slowly stroke it. The slick liquids dripping from his tip coated her hand and she spread it over the soft skin. 

"How do you want me?" she asked. 

"You liked the oral didn't you?" 

"You were amazing, but I don't know how to do that" 

"Are you serious? You were married for years and years and you never gave the poor guy a blow job? 

"Lawrence was reluctant. I had read about it in the Tropic of Cancer and I thought it might energize him, so I offered." 

"What did he say?" 

"He said I needed different reading material and then he rolled over and went to sleep." 

"Shows that even a Nobel Prize winner can have a blind spot." 

Theda burst into delighted laughter. She suddenly knew that sex after 40 was going to be more fun than it ever had been before. She pushed herself up on hands and knees over Kit. Her breasts hung down and he began trying to kiss and capture her nipples. She grabbed his head and said, "You have to tell me what to do. It's been too long since I read the book." 

Kit laughed into her cleavage, teasing first one breast then the other. "Basically what ever felt good for you will feel good for me." 

"It all felt good," Theda said. 

"Then you choose. Whenever you are ready to start." 

"OK But you look like you are ready to start right now." 

"God, Theda, if you don't give me some relief I think it will explode." 

:"Can't have that; it's too big; would make a terrible mess. Sit on the edge of the bed and stack those pillows to lean back on. Now spread those long legs so I have room to work." 

Theda kneeled between Kit's legs and grasped him in both hands. "What now?" 

"Usually a woman will lick or kiss the man before taking him into her mouth. Then you can suck or swirl with your tongue or nurse like a baby would a teat. Some women can swallow a man's dick and massage it with their esophagus until he comes." 

Theda had begun jacking Kit with both hands as she kissed and licked the head of his dick. "This doesn't taste like much. What do I do when you ejaculate? In the books they always swallow it and it tastes salty." 

"Oh, Theda, that feels so good. I can't believe I am getting a blow job from a romance book. Don't stop...suck harder." 

Theda lifted her face, "Well what do I do? You didn't tell me." 

"I'll warn you before I cum. Some swallow, some catch it in their mouth and spit it out, and some take their mouth away and finish you off with their hands." 

"What does it taste like? Really?" She resumed her sucking and head bobbing. 

"You're about to find out in about 10 seconds if you don't slow down." 

"Aren't you ready?" 

"God, yes, Theda, yesssss" 

As Theda felt the spasms begin, she slipped her hand beneath Kit's balls and began to rub his anus. As she triggered his ejaculation, she sucked harder and pushed her index finger as far as she could up his ass. She sucked and pumped with her left hand while her right indeed finger circled massaging Kit's overfull prostate. Kit thought his dick had exploded as he pumped shot after shot of semen into Theda's mouth. His spasms went on and on much longer than was normal for him. The woman on her knees sucked it down and kept pumping and massaging. 

Kit placed his hand on Theda's head, "Enough, enough, I am getting sensitive." 

Theda pulled off reluctantly. Her efforts were no longer producing any semen and she certainly understood the sensitivity issue. She gave his small softening head one more peck as she climbed up on the bed to straddle his waist. 

"That was fun. If I get you something to nourish you and let you rest for a couple of hours, do you think we might do it again?" 

"Theda, you are a wonder. First off, it was not fun—it was stupendous, sexy, mind-blowing." 

"I did well then?" 

"Better than well. If I live to be 110, I doubt that anyone will do me better. And secondly, I don't need nourishment and I don't need a couple of hours and a nap. If you keep waving your tits in my face and rubbing that hot bald snatch on my stomach, I will be ready any minute." 

Theda started scooting backwards down Kit's body as she waved her breasts at him. He caught her arms and pulled her back to him. He pulled her face down to his and kissed her. Softly at first then with more passion until both tongues were dueling for supremacy. Kit's hands reached down to take her ass cheeks and pull them apart. 

He kissed her softly and said, "I want something different; I want your ass. I want to be the first and I want you soon." 

She looked down at him and grinned. "So, Captain Kirk, you want to go where no man has gone before." 

Laughing, he replied, "Theda, you are marvelous and yes I do want to go there." 

"Well, actually you already have. You could say that you have plumbed depths unknown to me or Lawrence and that doesn't even count my mouth. I apprehend from something poking me in my rear that your rocket is about prepared for takeoff, Captain?"  

Chuckling, he said, "Yes, but I need to get up for something. I hate to make you move off me. You are so much fun; I love you." 

The playful look faded from Theda's face. Seriously, she placed her hand over Kit's lips. "Don't say that. You know we can only have this one time. It would be impossible." 

Theda rolled off Kit and lay on her side as Kit quickly went into the bathroom and returned with the mysterious tube. 

"What do you have?' 

Kit held the tube labeled KY out for her to see. "Lubricant. My m...mentor said it made things much better at the back door.." He held out his other hand with the foil package of a condom. "She said to use these to prevent the possibility of infections. Are you still good with this?" 

"This seems to be a night for new experiences. How do you want me?" 

"Lie on your side with your back to me." 

Theda rolled over on her left side and waited with some trepidation. Kit slid into the bed behind her and moved close to spoon behind her. Theda felt his hard cock against her behind and she raised her upper thigh to allow it entrance. It sprang up to thump against her pussy and she felt a jolt in her sensitized belly. 

Kit reached across her with his right hand to place the condom wrapper in her hand. "Don't lose this, we will need it soon." His right hand took possession of her breast and he began to kiss and nuzzle her neck. The chills ran down her body straight to her clit. She felt it begin to throb with each heart beat. Her nipples stiffened in Kit's palm as her body readied itself to fulfill its ancient urge. She felt her labia swell and the moisture begin to flow. 

"This is really nice like this." 

"Yes, but it gets better. I won't rush you this time. Tell me if you want me to slow down or stop. Thank you, Theda for this gift." 

Kit rolled away from her and knelt behind her on the bed. Theda felt his left hand press her right cheek up as his right hand moved into the opened crack. The lubricant in his fingers was slick and warm. His middle finger began a one knuckle entry and circled inside her hole to stretch it gently. 

"Oooo, it is warm." 

"I put the tube in a basin of hot water when I brought it from the house." 

"Always prepared, are you Captain Kirk?" 

"Always hopeful, Theda." 

Theda thought that probably most of Kit's hopes would be fulfilled. Both immediately and in the future with other women. She felt a moment of loss as she considered where he would go that she could not accompany him. But her gratitude for showing her a whole new level of pleasure overcame her sadness. Kit's massage and pulls on her asshole was stimulating her sex. Theda's arousal increased and her breathing became ragged. 

Kit's hand left her for a moment to return with two fingers loaded with the warm ointment. He easily slid them two knuckles deep and again began the stretching motions. "How does that feel? Does it hurt? 

"It feels strange, but not uncomfortable. There is no pain." 

"Let me get more KY inside you, It will make things smoother." 

This time when Kit's fingers returned, they slid easily to their full length. When he pulled them back, three fingers returned to begin a greater enlargement. "Relax, Theda. If you rub your clit, it might help you." 

"You want me to masturbate? I don't know what to do." 

"Just do what you would to get yourself off normally." 

"Kit, I never have. I was taught that was dirty." 

"Well, it's cleaner than what I am doing." Theda's laughter pealed out. How could she ever leave this precious boy? 

"Just put a finger on each side of your clit and rub gently. Do what makes you feel good. Here, put some of this your fingers." Kit extended the tube of jelly to her. Theda reached up and he placed a small amount on her fingertips. 

As Theda reached between her legs and began tentatively stroking her clit, she began to quiver. Her orgasm began to build from her arousal. Kit's fingers returned to her bottom and began to make greater progress as she heated. 

"Up on your knees now and give me the condom. Come here so your knees are on the edge of the bed" Kit stepped off the bed and stood beside it. 

As Theda obeyed, she glanced to see Kit unroll the lubricated latex over his cock. It seemed enormous. She did not see how it could possible fit into her 

"Put your head down on the bed and rub that clit, Theda." 

Theda's hand returned to her snatch as she felt Kit step up behind her and use both hands to spread her cheeks. His cock probed her enlarged hole and to Theda's astonishment slipped easily inside. Her hand rubbed the top of her slit faster and more roughly. She felt a lack of something; her empty cunt needed filling. She slipped one finger in, then two, then three into her steaming liquid pussy as Kit began the age-old rhythm of thrust and withdrawal. She felt him probe deeper and deeper into her rectum, filling her to completeness. There was no pain only an enormous pressure that increased as she more frantically frigged herself to orgasm. She felt the onrushing tidal wave. 

"Kit! Kit! My hair, my hair!" Kit grabbed the hair at the back of Theda's head and pounded himself into her. 

Kit had begun slowly, but as Theda showed no evidence of discomfort he began to grip her hair and pound harder. Her gasps and grunts encouraged him and the tightness of her sphincter brought him quickly to his climax. When her felt Theda begin her spasms, he could wait no longer and the passion took him. 

"Oh, oh, I love you, Mom, I love you.' Kit cried as he poured his juice into the latex sheath. 

In the midst of her passion, Theda heard his cry and knew that what she had suspected was true. She stilled as Kit continued pumping into her with shorter and weaker thrusts. When he became still, he almost fell over onto her back reaching around her to clasp her breasts with both hands as his hot breath flowed across her sweaty shoulders. He clung to her like a drowning swimmer. 

Kit straightened up. "Move up on the bed," he said in a hoarse voice. Theda crawled up into the middle of the bed and lay on her side facing him. He pulled off the condom and threw it at the trash can. It hung on the edge. "No basket," he said. 

Theda held out her arms to Kit and as he crawled to her he placed his upper leg between hers. She folded him in her arms and legs and held him with soft kisses until they both slept. 

**************** 

Theda woke later with the indirect lights on the dock bathing the room in softness. She disentangled from Kit and went to the bathroom. After peeing a copious amount, she found a washcloth and cleaned her crotch and ass. Feeling much less grungy she looked in the mirror to see if she recognized the person looking back at her. It didn't look much like Mrs. Professor Pullin from the placement office. She put her hands on her hips and squared up challenging the mirror. That person looked more like a naked, tousle-haired slut with a bald, swollen snatch. Theda decided she liked that person, but she better keep her hidden most of the time. 




Placement Office - Openings



When she reached to take her dress and underwear down from the door, she glanced at the bed to see Kit sleeping naked. His face looked incredibly young in sleep. As she looked at the body that had given her such pleasure, she saw that his cock and groin were crusted with both their dried fluids. She hung the dress back up and went to the lavatory to soak a hand towel with warm water. 

Theda padded back into the bedroom naked and kneeled on the bed beside Kit. As she began cleaning him, he woke. 

"That feels great, Theda. But your efforts are waking someone else up." 

"Hush, idiot child. I know. Just lie back and enjoy." 

"Oh, yes, I can do that, I can really do that." He lay back with a grin. 

By the time Theda finished cleaning his pubes, cock, and balls, Kit's erection was almost complete. Theda pitched the towel at the bathroom door and bent to take him in her mouth. She bobbed up and down and noisily slurped as she made obeisance to her master When she felt its length and hardness were complete, Theda swung a leg over Kit. She reached between them and placed him at her entrance. She began hunching motions that moved him deeper and deeper into her until they were fully joined. She sat still. 

"Tell me what to do, Kit." 

"You know what to do. Perhaps you always have." 

"Perhaps, but take my hair and tell me." 

Kit reached up to seize the hair on both sides of her head firmly. "Fuck me, Theda, fuck me." 

She did. Long and slow and sweet. Her orgasms came quickly and frequently. They were not massive, but fulfilling and comfortable. Kit was slower and as he built with Theda laboring above him, he felt drops strike his chest. 

"Are you crying? Why?" 

"Never ask a woman why she is crying, Kit, just hold her." 

Kit wrapped his arms around Theda's strong shoulders and began to pump from underneath. He quickly came. Theda felt the diminished spurts and became still. She snuggled against his chest briefly and then started moving down his legs. 

"Theda?" 

"I can't leave my prince this way. I'll clean you before I go." Her lips and tongue sought every drop of fluid until Kit was clean. She moved back off the bed and went to the bathroom and began dressing. 

"Are you leaving?" 

"It's 5:00. Mrs Pullin from the placement office needs to be in her own house before watchers begin stirring." 

"I'll call you later and..." 

"No, Kit. Promise me that you won't call me ever unless it is truly important. I'll call you if something shows up at the placement office that would fit your talents." 

"We can't be together like this again?" 

"No." 

"What if we went somewhere no one would know us?" 

"Because we are both so forgettable people? No, Kit, not even that." 

"Why? You heard what I said about my mom. You think I am a pervert." 

"No, I think you are a boy who loves his very lucky mother. It is because I like my job and you have things to do that don't include me. You have been a drink of water in the desert for me, but I must find my own oasis. You have your own road. I'll help when I can." 

Kit looked at her in silence. "I'll walk you up." 

When Kit got out of bed and pulled on his swim trunks, Theda knew he had accepted her reasons and felt relieved. They walked across the dock, up the path, and rode the elevator in silence holding hands. 

He opened the door to her car and watched her slide inside. He suddenly felt very lonely. 

"Don't be sad, Kit. When one door closes, another opens." 

"But..." Kit stood and looked at the beautiful woman. The sadness in his face was replaced with resignation. "Wait a minute." He ran to the key pad at the elevator shaft. 

"I opened the gate." 

"Yes," said Theda, "I know you did." 

Kit stood in the dark and watched the taillights of the Lincoln move out of sight.



Placement Office: Swimming Lesson



Central Texas-May, 1967

Placement Office (next day)-The Swimming Lesson

The previous story and this one were written as period pieces showing something of the time when the author trying to grow up. There are probably references and usages that younger readers may not be familiar with. Hopefully the stories will resonate with those who remember or know about the times. If the references are unclear, either look them up on Google or find another story. Thanks-RRR. 

As Kit drove to the Speight Street house on Saturday morning, he was in a fine mood. The day was clear, he had left chicken and shrimp defrosting and marinating in his mother's special recipe, and Chuck Berry was jamming on the 8-track. "Hail, hail, rock and roll." Kit sang along. He had had a great night's sleep although he was a little confused about how quiet Mrs. Pullin was after they got dressed and he drove her home. She had agreed it would be better to start early today before the heat really began to work. 

Kit hoped they could finish early so he could clean up the boathouse a bit before she arrived for their date. At least Kit hoped it was a date because then they might have another session like last night. His pecker began to stir as he remembered the explosion of lust that had taken him yesterday. Perhaps Mrs. Pullin had been quiet because she was disappointed that he had rushed things too much. Well, he could fix that given a chance. 

Theda Pullin was in a much less glowing mood than Kit. A middle aged woman who thinks she may have made a serious mistake sleeps much less well than a 20 year old guy who just got laid. What had happened yesterday was totally out of her range of experience. She felt that Kit had found a switch for her body that turned her on like a flood lamp. The brightness and the heat were overwhelming and he assumed command of her like a marionette. He pulled the strings and she jumped. She had found that she had appetites for things she didn't even know existed. Theda was in no way comfortable with this.

As Theda remembered how her body had been blasted with multiple orgasms, the tickle below her belt started again. Her body's insistence on recognition came at the end of 18 months of celibate, lonely living with almost no human physical contact. Though her mind did not understand, her body was ready to make up for lost time. She felt the warmth gathering between her legs as she looked out the window for Kit to arrive.

She blushed as she remembered lying on top of Kit after the last time. They were both sweaty and sticky with their sexual juices. She had felt so relaxed and complete as she stretched her legs out on the outside of his and tucked her head under his chin. As she kissed and nibbled his neck and chest, he stroked her back slowly from her shoulders to her buttocks. She did not feel too big or ungainly with him and each time his fingers gently brushed down the crack of her ass, she involuntarily squeezed his softening cock which was still lodged within her heat.

Finally, she moved her arms under his shoulders and hugged him tightly. The pressure of her abdomen caused his softening cock to pop out with a soft smacking sound. "Blowout!" Kit had chortled. Theda was mortified and hurriedly rolled off of him, gathered up her clothes, and escaped to the bathroom. She was horrified at her behavior and as she was cleaning herself up and dressing, she called out to Kit that he could get dressed and drive her home.

Now, showered and fresh, she watched and wondered how Kit would react to her today. Would he pretend nothing had happened so that he could avoid anther such embarrassment with an over-large, over-age, under-skilled lover. Or would he treat her like the slut she had been yesterday. That thought made her labia begin to swell as she remembered how he had taken control of her and told her what he wanted. Pleasing him had been a tremendous thrill. Or would he...she saw the El Camino pull up out front and she quickly moved to open the front door. As she stood in the doorway, she say him unfold his lanky 6 feet 5 inches from the driver's seat and stand up. 

Kit looked over the top of the truck and saw Theda standing in the door. Today she had on tailored navy Bermudas and a white tank top. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail sticking out the back of a navy captain's cap. The red and white Asic volleyball shoes were at the bottom of a pair of long lovely legs. The tank top was not tight, but showed her high firm breasts to the best advantage. Kit's face lit up as he looked at a dream. As he came around the car, he said, "If it took 40 years for you to learn to look that good, it was time well spent. I wanted to finish early, but you are going to be a terrible distraction."

As he moved quickly up the sidewalk to stand in front of her, Theda's heart leaped. She stood still in the middle of the doorway as he came to stand directly and closely in front of her. She was struck that she wanted to drop her head in submission and wait for his directions, but as she looked past him, Mrs. Rodgers, her neighbor across the street, came out to tend to her flowers. Theda jumped, "Come inside, quickly." She moved aside and reached to pull Kit into the entry, quickly shutting the door on inquisitive neighbors.

"It would mean my job if the administration knew about what we did last night."

"How would anyone know? I won't tell; you won't tell. It will remain our secret."

"We can't show any sign of...of...of what we did when people can see us."

"OK, what about where people can't see us, like right here? Kit stepped to Theda and took her face in both hands. He bent to her lips with soft caresses initially, but when Theda did not resist, he kiss became more insistent and his left hand reached behind her head. He encountered her ponytail and gladly grasped it to bring her more forcefully to him. Kit's right hand reached around Theda's hip to spread over her left ass cheek. As his finger dug in, Theda felt her will evaporate. He released her and stepped back. "Is that OK?"

Theda's mind whirled. "Kit, we have to talk."

"I know. We will when we have our date tonight, but we need to move the rest of this stuff before it gets too hot."

Again Theda hesitated. Seemingly she could get no traction in handling the irrepressible young man. "OK, but it's not a date. I am just coming over to see the house."

"And eat. I've got it planned. We'll eat about 6:00, then look at the house, and then take a swim in the lake at twilight. That's the very best time."

"We can't swim."

"Sure we can, the water in the lake is warm enough now and the slide and the diving board are fun. You might think the higher board is scary, but there is a lower one if you like."

"You can swim if you want, but I can't."

"Why can't you swim?"

"I don't know how and anyway I don't even own a swim suit."

"Why don't you know how to swim? Are you afraid of the water?"

"No, where I grew up there was no swimming and I never took lessons when I came to the states."

"Wow! Where did you grow up?"

"Kenya. It was Kenya Crown Colony then. My parents were missionaries there."

"That's amazing. What did...?"

Theda cut him off with a hand to his lips. "Not now, it is getting hotter by the minute and Mrs. Rodgers will be wondering why my mover is so slow."

Kit reached to press her hand tighter to his lips. He kissed her fingers and then moved down to kiss her palm and then on down to her wrist. "Sure is getting hotter," he mumbled.

"Idiot, idiot child," she said, though she wanted to stay right there. "Follow me; the office is down this hall. No stairs today."

"Darn!" Kit said as he followed the grinning woman.

Theda pointed out the office furniture she wanted; a desk and chair, a two-seat settee, and two wing back chairs that matched the settee. She said that she would take the diplomas and awards on the walls in her automobile. There were two gold medals on either side of the room's only window. Kit wandered over to look at them. He whirled to gape at her, "This is a Nobel Peace Prize medal!"

"Yes, I told you that Lawrence won it in 1957 for his work in trying to help the former African colonial nations achieve some economic stability."

"My gosh, what is it doing here, isn't it valuable? What is the other one?"

"It is mine, Kit. It is the first place medal from the US Olympic trials before the 1948 Olympics. I won the javelin and met the qualifying standard to compete in London."

"I know who you are now. You are 'Throwing Theda Thorgersen.' You are one of my mother's heroes. Can I have your autograph for her?"

"Not now. Let's move this stuff and we can talk about it later when you show me the cliff house. Let's not talk about your mother; I doubt that she would find my behavior very heroic at the moment."

"When we have our date then."

"No, you idiot child. Forty year olds don't have dates with 20 year olds."

"They do if the forty year olds are men."

Theda had to laugh at Kit's wit. "True," she said.

"How much older was Dr. Pullin than you?"

"Twenty-six years. Enough talk, let's move the rest of this."

The move was completed relatively quickly as most of the furniture was light and easily handled by the two athletes. Without the distraction of the sexual play and going up and down stairs, all of the furnishings that needed to be carried in the El Camino were soon relocated . As the truck was loaded with the final load, Theda said, "Will you help me get all the plaques and awards off the walls and into my car. I will follow you over in it."

"Sure. I wasn't even sure you could drive."

"Not being raised in the states, I am not as comfortable driving as everyone here seems to be. And Lawrence's car seems awkward."

"What is it?"

"I don't know car names, but it is a big black one. Come out to the garage and you can start it and park it close to the back door."

"Sure." Kit followed her through the house to an attached garage in the back. When Theda raised the rollup door, he exclaimed, "My god, that's the biggest Lincoln I have ever seen. You didn't need an apartment; you could just sell the house and live in here." Kit slid onto the cream colored leather seat and turned the key. The black monster started immediately and idled so quietly that he had to tap the accelerator to be sure that it had not died. He smoothly backed it out close to the rear door. He turned it off and got out leaving the door open. He circled the car leaving the doors open. 

"What are you doing?" Theda asked.

"Airing it out. It smells a little musty. How long has it been sitting closed up?"

"I usually only use it once or twice a week to buy groceries or go shopping if I need to. But I guess it has probably been 10 days since I used it. Gasoline is so high; I paid 37 cents a gallon the last time I filled it up. The service station attendant apologized, but he did a really good job of cleaning off my windshield and he did a really good job of blowing out the dust in the floorboards both front and back."

"Seems like service stations don't provide much service any more. Carter takes care of our cars, but I have some friends who say you have to ask the pump jockey to check the oil and tires or they will just let you drive out of there after they take your money."

Theda sighed, "Oh, well, everything changes."

"That car is huge," Kit said. "Do you want to get in the back seat to see how we would fit back there? Maybe we could take this to the drive-in movies some night."

"We really do have to have that talk. But let's carry everything out and finish up."

After they finished loading, Theda locked up the house at the back door. She stood facing the house with a pensive face. She seemed sad and withdrawn. Kit wanted to help her He walked up behind her and placed his arms around her. There was nothing sexual in the hug. He asked, "Did you love this place very much?"

"No, not really. Lawrence bought it for me with his Nobel honorarium. I think I am mostly apprehensive about moving on to a new place in my life and leaving the security this place has provided."

"I think you are an extraordinary woman who can do whatever you want. If you need a friend, I promise I will be there."

"Let's go," Theda said. "I'll have to come back for various things, but it is not my home any more."

After unloading at her apartment in an unusually quiet, subdued manner, Theda turned to Kit. "That's it; your job is finished. I figure it 10 hours at $6 per hour makes $60 dollars. Does that sound about right with you?"

"Yep, if you have your money stashed the same place as yesterday, I could help you get it out."

Theda had to snicker. "No, idiot child, these shorts have a pocket." She pulled out four twenty-dollar bills and handed them to Kit.

"This is too much. This is $80 instead of $60."

"Don't movers get a tip for really good service? Anyway, I told you I would provide the meals and you can use it to get your own lunch. I am going to stay here and straighten up for a while. Then I may take a nap; I didn't get much sleep last night."

"I slept like a log."

"That's one of the things we need to talk about."

"OK, when we have our date this evening we can eat and talk and you can have a swimming lesson."

"I told you I didn't have a swim suit."

Kit waggled his eyebrows in his best Groucho Marx imitation, "My dear," he leered at her, "Just wear the suit you were born in."

"No, someone might see."

"Then go buy a suit or just wear a pair of stretchy shorts and a thin tee shirt."

"Why a thin tee shirt?"

"The better to see you with, my dear, said the big bad wolf."

"You are that."

"Then I'll see you at six."

"Yes, at six."

Kit stepped to her and kissed her softly. He held her as he said, "No trying to back out or I will have to come get you. Understand?" His large hands slid to her upper arms and he lifted the suddenly acquiescent woman on her toes. "Understand?"

"Yes," she answered before he closed her mouth and her thoughts with a searing kiss. For the first time, Theda felt his tongue probe between her lips and when her mouth opened slightly, Kit plunged his tongue over and over into her mouth. She had never been the target of such passion and was shocked. He lifted his mouth and growled, "Kiss me back!" When he moved to her again, Theda's passion burst and her tongue writhed and probed his own.

Kit stepped back and released Theda. She stood unsure of the very ground beneath her feet. "Until six," he said as he turned and walked away.

"Sex—I mean six," she whispered as he walked out the door.

Theda walked up stairs to her bedroom. She opened the sliding glass door to the balcony and looked across the narrow bay at the cliff house. "I should not go. I should call him and tell him that I am sick. It can't end well. He touches me too deeply and I cannot say no to him. A woman old enough to be his mother and I quiver when he is close. I want to see the house, so perhaps we can just eat and look at the house. After we eat, I will explain...I will firmly tell him...I will ask him...I will have to think of what I will say."

Theda walked into her bedroom and lay on her bed. Her eyes closed and she slept the sleep of the exhausted. While her body recharged, her dreams rolled erotically through her mind.

Kit drove home running his tasks through his mind As he turned into his private drive, he had a list running through his mind. When he reached the massive iron gates with the letter M in script, he stopped to punch in the code. The gates swung back and Kit punched another code to hold them open until he sent the close signal from the house. He didn't want Throwing Theda to be stranded outside his gates while he waited with soft emotions and a hard dick. When he pulled up to the garage, he punched the garage door opener to put the El Camino in its stall. "Good boy, you've done good work the last two days," he told his faithful steed.

Kit walked out the garage to the small personnel door that led outside. Just outside was the elevator which quickly took him three levels down to the base of the cliff. A walkway with several sets of steps was carved into the living rock which led further down to lake level. There floated his kingdom that he now had to clean by himself since Carter was in Lubbock at a tennis tournament. 

First, the outside. He grabbed a high pressure hose and began washing the detritus off the dock. The bird crap and leaves were quickly blown into the lake by the blast of water. He worked around the two open slips dislodging algae and flotsam that had accumulated since the last time he did this. He blasted off the low diving board between the slips and moved on up the stairway to the top of the boathouse. There was a living area on the flat top of the building. The roof was covered with Astroturf and strewn with deck chairs and loungers. A large picnic table sat beneath a wooden arbor. All received a quick washing down as he moved across to the slide. It curved from the roof over the deck and to the lake. It was his father's gift to the 12 year old Kit when the house was built. Kit had spent countless hours sliding down, swimming in, running up the stairs, and sliding again. As he washed off the slide, he smiled in memory. The diving board at roof height over the deck which made it almost 20 feet above the water. Finally, Kit took a propane bottle and gas burner from a storage closet. Kit dragged the hose down and coiled it. 

He made quick work out of the inside. It was only three rooms. The sole bedroom was on the east where the slide curved down to the lake. The bathroom took the northeast corner closest to the cliff and the shore. Both rooms were small, but adequate for a single bachelor existence. Most of the space was a living area looking across the lake to the west and south across the bay to the apartments where they had had such an explosive experience. Kit promised himself that he would be sure not to rush his lady tonight.

Kit quickly straightened the room and ran a duster over the wood floor. He trotted back into the main house and raided the main kitchen for mushrooms, onions, yellow and green bell peppers, and zucchini. He carried them back to his small kitchen behind the bar in the boathouse and quickly washed them and cut them up. He washed them again and put them in a bowl in his refrigerator beside his shrimp and chicken. He washed out his oversized wok, dried it, and left it on the bar.

Kit quickly showered and shaved. He turned the air conditioner thermostat down to 72 to remove the humidity and looked for something to wear. An almost new pair of red flowered swim trunks with an oversized white tee shirt with an photographic imprint of the Grand Tetons on the front with the words Grand Tetons, Wyoming at the waist. On the back was a topless cartoon cowgirl. The words Grand Tits, Wyoming lay low across the back. Flip flops completed his ensemble.

Theda had spent more time getting ready. She had woken from her nap refreshed and determined to set this relationship back on a more appropriate level. But as she bathed, she decided that her legs and pits could use a shave. When the razor reached mid-thigh where she usually stopped, Theda noticed how thick and bushy her pubes were. If she were to wear a swim suit, she would certainly have to do more grooming. She dried and brushed on body powder enjoying the soft tickle of the puff on her skin. When the puff stroked her naked nipples, they jumped up in joy. The feeling reminded her of brushing her breasts on Kit's chest when she had pounded her groin into his pubic bone. The heat arose again between her legs. "Enough of that, Theda. It's time to find an even keel."

In her lingerie drawer, she picked another of the lace bra and panty sets like the one she had on yesterday. That one was white, and this was an ecru that blended so nicely with her skin color that it was hard to tell where it stopped and she started. Lawrence loved them on her and ordered them at horrible expense from a specialty shop in Dallas. She did not need a lot of support and her breasts moved softly as she moved. She rolled her hair into a neat French twist. A cotton sundress and white sandals completed her efforts. In looking in the mirror, she hoped that she didn't look like a desperate older woman trying to look young. Her insecurities made her question her own obvious good looks.




Placement Office: Swimming Lesson



As she started to go out to the car, Theda looked back at her armoire. There were a pair of the new double knit shorts with an elastic top She had bought them intending to wear them while exercising, but her prominent pudenda embarrassed her when the shorts began to cling with exercise. Her aerobics instructor at the YWCA had stared openly at Theda and suggested that they go out for coffee after the session. The instructor had never even noticed her before and anyway why would Theda want to go out for coffee with a young woman built like a tank with hair practically as short as a man's. Theda shook her head at the memory. She grabbed the shorts and an extremely light sleeveless exercise shirt. She would just take them in case she changed her mind about swimming.

Theda pulled into the private drive precisely at six. It had taken all of her discipline to slow down. She wanted to get there quickly. "Quit it!" she told herself. "You're behaving like a teenage girl with her first crush. Or like a mare in heat running to the stud to cool the fire burning inside. I am just a respectable intelligent middle aged woman who wants to look at an important architectural effort and have a quiet dinner with an interesting young man and look at a wonderful view." Theda hesitated, "And find out if that amazing physical explosion can happen again. If I am to be honest."

When Theda pulled up to the garage, Kit was standing, waiting for her. He looked amazingly young and vital as he sent her a huge grin of welcome. Theda's heart melted because she knew he was really glad to see her, not the placement office lady, not the boss who paid him to move furniture. He was beaming at her, Throwing Theda, because he really liked who she was. And at that moment, Theda liked herself too.

"Welcome, Mrs. Pullin, I am so glad you are here. I've got a lot to show you."

"Kit, just tonight, you should call me Theda. Out in public, I must be Mrs. Pullin to you, but here, tonight, let's just use Theda."

"You shouldn't use that term, 'use Theds.' It makes me ashamed of the way I behaved last night. My mother would be ashamed of me. Please understand that I never meant to just use you; I just lost control and it was so great that I couldn't find a place to stop. If I hurt you or offended you, I am so sorry. Give me a chance to show you that I can do better. Please, Theda?"

Theda was totally disarmed. That Kit should abjectly apologize for introducing her to a whole new level of physical pleasure was breathtaking. At that moment all she wanted was to find a way to please this beautiful boy for giving her gifts that she did not even know existed. As the color flooded her face and the heat raced from her groin to her cheeks, she knew that at least part of her would always belong to Kit Morgan. She dipped her head and nodded.

Kit reached to take her hand and started toward the rock patio and wall that ran along the edge of cliff top. "It's still a little hot up here, so we will just take a peek and come back after dark when it cools off." Kit stopped. "Did you bring something to swim in?"

"It's in the car. Can I just leave the car here?"

"Sure, I'll close and lock the gates at\ the entrance. No one will be able to get in unless I unlock them from up here. Get your suit."

Theda reached into the open window of the Lincoln and picked up the small bag with her shorts and top in it. Kit grabbed her hand and pulled her to the wall which bordered the drop-off. "See, there is your apartment and you can see the taller building in the city. If you look across the lake, the airport is in the flat land about there and at night you can watch the lights as the planes land." Kit pulled her toward the covered entry to the elevator. "We could take the stairs down, but it's cooler to go in the elevator."

When the elevator doors closed on them, Kit took both her hands and held them wide apart. "I'm sorry; I am hurrying again. I didn't tell you that you look marvelous." He moved closer to give her a brief kiss on the lips. "Welcome. Theda."

As she said thank you and started to return the kiss, the doors opened and flooded the dim interior with light. Kit grinned, "Come and see my palace, princess.. I will rouse the cook in the scullery and feed you before you waste away from hunger."

"Fool," Theda said. "She spread her arms again enjoying the evident approval in his eyes. "Do I look like I am wasting away?"

"No, you look good enough to eat. To be the appetizer, and the main dish, and the dessert."

"Fool." But said softly as her good intentions melted away. She was not sure who the fool was, but she was content to play any part Kit wanted.

"I am the Fool, and the scullery maid, and the cook, but right now I want to be the cad who steals a kiss from the princess."

"You can't steal what is freely given."

"Then, princess, kiss me like you mean it."

When Kit stepped to her and brushed his lips across hers, Theda began to understand the stories of an out-of-body experience. Her lips were anchored in the reality of Kit while her head whirled away to watch somewhere in the clouds and her belly held the fire and rumblings of a volcano moving to the surface. She reached up to place her hands on his cheeks and pulled his face to hers. Her tongue was the aggressor as it darted over and over into Kit's mouth. As she tasted him, his arms reached around her to clasp her ass. He fluffed up the skirt of the sundress to reach underneath and grab a double handful of lady and lace. She moaned her approval as he pulled her upward against his stiff rod. As he held her with her toes just touching the floor, she hunched her pussy at him in an effort to regain yesterday's closeness.

Kit broke the kiss and grasped Theda by the upper arms. "Come look at my castle if you are tired of kissing frogs." Theda followed him across the deck and up the stairs to the living quarters. He pointed to a bar stool and said, "Sit there while I get everything ready to cook." 

Theda watched as he pulled the sliced veggies out of the fridge. He poured out the water from the bowl that held them and gave them an active dosing of salt, pepper, soy sauce, hot pepper sauce, and lemon zest. He stirred them with his hands until they were well coated. Then he poured the marinade off the meats and gave them a dose of salt and pepper. He stacked the two bowls into a still larger empty bowl and then the three bowls into the empty wok. He handed them to Theda. He took a large bottle of peanut oil from a cabinet along with some tongs and a slotted spoon. He pointed the tongs like a sword and said, "Follow me."

Theda followed him up a set of interior stairs onto the roof. Kit started the propane burner going and placed the wok on the ring over the flame. He poured enough of the peanut oil into the wok to make a half inch puddle in the bottom of the bowl. As the flame began to heat the oil, Kit stirred it gently with the slotted spoon. He produced a box of wooden kitchen matches and threw a match in the oil. When it just sat there, he lifted it out with the spoon and dropped it in a trash can.

"Are we going to eat matches tonight? Sounds a little hot for me." Theda laughed.

"Nothing is too hot for you; you are the hottest of the hot." When Kit threw another match in the oil, it flared up. He fished it out and dropped it in the trash. Then he turned down the heat a bit and reached for the bowl of vegetables. Kit dumped them into the hot oil and began shaking the wok as he stirred the contents with the spoon. He picked up the wok by its handle and pitched the ingredients into the air. He caught them neatly and continued shaking, stirring, and tossing for a few minutes. Theda watched quietly as his concentration was on the hot food and she felt that he did not need a distraction. 

"Move the meat bowl from the big bowl." He asked. When Theda did so Kit moved over to the table and used the spoon to hold the veggies on the side of the wok as they drained, then he moved them into the large bow. When the wok was emptied, he placed it back on the fire ring and poured in some more oil. He repeated the procedure with matches, meat, stirring, tossing, and serving up in to large bowl on top of the veggies.

"Voila!" he exclaimed. "Madam's dinner is served. Does she prefer dining inside with the air conditioning or on top in the fresh air."

"Fresh air, of course. If you will point me to the dishes and utensils, I will set the places."

Kit motioned toward the bowl, "This is the dishes, and this," he pulled to pair of wrapped chop sticks from the waist of his swim suit beneath his shirt, "are the utensils. You do know how to use chopsticks, don't you? I can go get you a fork."

Theda zipped the paper from her sticks and expertly divided and positioned them. She made grabbing motions at Kit. "I'm ready to eat."

Kit ushered her to the picnic table and seated her by the large bowl of stir fried meat and vegetables. "And for madam's liquid pleasure, we have beer or Dr. Pepper or I guess I could get you a glass of ice water."

"What are you having?" she asked.

"I like beer."

"So do I, but most American beers are rather bland."

"I will be right back." Kit ran down the stairs into the kitchen and popped back quickly with a quart of Dos Equis and a quart of Foster's. "Mexican or Australian?

"Either—both—let's eat."

"One more moment." Kit darted back down the stairs and reappeared with a tray holding a number of small bowls. "Dipping sauces."

"What are they?"

"Chinese, Japanese, American, Mexican. Soys, mustards, gingers, ketchup, vinegar, picante—try them all."

Kit slid the tray onto the table beside Theda and sat beside her. He reached with his chop sticks and picked out a piece of chicken, dunked it in the catsup, and wolfed it down. Theda followed suit, tasting the various sauces and foods until she took a big bite of a shrimp with Chinese mustard on it and turned a bright red.

"Hot! Hot! Where is a glass for the beer?"

"I usually drink it out of the bottle."

Theda grabbed the bottle of Foster's and unscrewed the cap. Quickly she took two swallows and filled her burning mouth with the cool liquid. "What is that? That is pure fire."

Kit laughed, "Chinese mustard, it will make your mouth even hotter." "I think I'll skip that sauce." She moved the bowl off the tray in front of Kit with her left hand while her right hand held the beer. Her breast moved against Kit's bicep as her body turned and then slid across his arm. Her nipple leaped to attention and Theda deliberately dragged it back across his arm.

Kit's eyes focused on hers as he pointed with his chopsticks at the tray. "Move that bowl over here."

Theda tore her eyes from Kit. She looked at the numerous bowls on the tray. "Which one?" she asked.

"It doesn't matter," he said as his left hand reached beneath the table to grasp her thigh on top of her skirt. Theda picked up another bowl and moved it in front of Kit. Her breast pressed more firmly on his arm and again dragged across. Her nipple throbbed and she felt Kit's hand reach to the bottom of her skirt and slide up the inside of her bare thigh.

Theda's breast moved back across the muscular arm as Kit's little finger reached her panties. The lace was damp and her lips were swollen. He brushed the outside of his smallest finger back and forth over her slit. Her clit was forming a bump that he stroked gently. 

Without a bowl for an excuse, Theda moved her breast against Kit. She closed her thighs around his hand and gently swung them side to side. The tension filled the air as they sat side by side and the large graceful woman pleasured herself.

Theda reached her left hand across onto Kit's left thigh and moved it upward to his cock. It lay along the inside of his left thigh and was half way erect. Theda's hand bumped into the head and then formed around the fast swelling tube.

"It's grown!" She exclaimed

"Well, it is growing fast right now."

"No, it has grown since last night." Theda reached with her right hand and placed her two hands side by side on Kit's tool. Lawrence's penis had been easily covered with one hand the few times that he allowed her to handle him. She had both hands on Kit and there was more man on both sides of her little fingers. She squeezed lightly with both hands bringing a moan from Kit.

"It hasn't grown since last night, Theda, but you are about to bring it back to full size."

Theda had nothing to say. She continued to lightly stroke and squeeze Kit through his swim trunks. His left hand remained trapped between her thighs as her attention was focused beneath Kit's belt. For the first time in her life she had an overwhelming desire to see Kit's equipment up close. "How do you know? How do you know what I want when I don't even know I want it until you do it? How do you know how to make my body scream, and cry, and sing?"

"I guess I had a good teacher."

"Who was she?"

Kit hesitated. "A wonderful woman, older than me, experienced in love, intelligent, beautiful, sensitive, physically responsive, a lot like you."

"I am hardly experienced in love."

"I think you are experienced in love, but not in sex. My mo...mentor said that they did not always come together in a package deal."

"Will you teach me tonight?"

"My teacher said it was mostly about caring about what your partner needs. If you pick the right partner, what you give comes back to you multiplied. If you pick the wrong partner, it is like being sucked into a whirlpool."

Theda continued to lightly caress Kit's cock. "Are you sure it is the same as last night?"

"Yes, Theda. Why is it so important?

"I'm thinking that may be why I am sore."

"I hurt you? I am so sorry." Kit looked anguished, "I knew I pushed you too fast. My mom always said I was in too big a hurry to get what I wanted. I don't know how to apologize. I'll be more careful."

Theda was again disarmed by his chagrin. "Kit, I wasn't complaining. It is not a bad soreness like a sprain. It is like over exercising a particular muscle. It is kind of a mild ache that will loosen up, not an injury. I guess this particular muscle had not been exercised in quite a while, and Lawrence certainly never gave it such a workout." 

They both snickered guiltily and then broke into loud laughter.

"Are you still hungry?" he asked. "For food?" 

"No. Are you hungry?" she asked.

"I am starving for you." Kit gripped her right thigh and pulled it to him. Theda opened herself and his hand cupped her sex and squeezed. "But we should go see the house now."

"Wha... What?" she asked. As Kit removed his hand from between her legs and stood up, Theda felt hollowed out. She could hardly understand language when her body was reaching for its new addiction.

Kit quickly stood up and pulling her hand encouraged Theda to stand and follow. She did because whatever he wanted had become her prime objective, but her knees were weak And her thoughts were mostly centered below her belt.

Kit smiled. His mother was right. He would have more success with women if he didn't hurry them. He promised himself that he would take his time tonight. He led Theda back across the dock and up the path toward the house.

************************ The house tour was relatively quick. There were three levels cut into the cliff face below the garage and elevator entrance. Each level had about 1,500 square feet of space with another 500 square feet in the two balconies. Each gave a view of the south and west panoramas across the lake and each opened onto a cantilevered reinforced concrete balcony bringing the outdoors in through acres of glass. Each balcony had a landing of steel and a curved stairway that led to the landing below it. 

The top level contained the master bedroom suite and a large living room arranged for entertaining. The master bedroom suite had its own elevator and stairwell to the garage level. Kit led Theda quickly through the room. She would have liked to spend some time looking at the furnishing and modern art which decorated the rooms. Kit wanted her to look at the view and as they looked over the lake, she understood why. Kit wrapped his arm around her shoulders and said, "This is a great place to watch the sun go down. If it is clear, a streak runs across the lake to you. It's amazing."

Theda put her arm around Kit as he led her down the stairs to the next level down. This was a formal dining area inside decorated in dark Mexican wooden furniture/ The paintings on the walls were village scenes except for one bright spot above a fireplace on the east wall. Theda walked over to it, not sure that she was seeing what she thought. She whirled to Kit. "This is one of Monet's haystacks!" 

"It is my dad's pride and joy. He picked this dark furniture to set it off in contrast" 

"It is wonderful. And a treasure."

"There are two more bedrooms back there. One was mine until I was old enough to move to the boathouse."

"When was that?"

"Five years ago; I was 15."

"Five years ago, I was..." Theda hesitated.

"You were in Africa, and at the UN, and in Washington urging everyone to find a way to stop the bloodshed. You helped the white farmers resettle in Brazil, Australia, and the US. You pleaded for Kenyan colonial militia to quit hunting the Mau Mau like animals. You broke down in tears when Jomo Kenyatta refused to meet with you or to allow you into the country. That is why you were my mother's hero."

"You do know who I am."

"But I didn't until I saw your track medals this morning. You are really special."

"Thank you. Show me your old bedroom." It was a quick tour. The room had been redecorated as a guest room after Kit left and held little interest to either. They took the interior stairs down to the bottom level. It consisted of a chef's quality kitchen and breakfast area inside. The triple paned glass sliding doors opened onto the bottom patio beneath the balcony above it.

"It is wonderful here in the mornings as a breeze usually blows off the lake and cools you down. The balconies above provide shade for this level and the one above it which is nice in the hot part of the day. There are two smaller bedrooms back there for a cook and maid, but Dad let those go. Carter has a cleaning crew go through the house once a week on Thursdays. My boat house is right there which makes it handy to rob the fridge or get in out of the heat. When there is no breeze, the house boat can get pretty warm. What do you think?"

"I think is magnificent. Your dad said he wanted it to be a happy place to live. I can see his vision in providing that sort of a place. Did your mother help plan it?

"Sure, she kept saying, 'No, Don, you're making it catacombs. It is for people to live in, not little numbers about stress factors and loads.' She put in most of the human touches."

"But he wanted and hung the Monet."

"Yep, he did at that. Now, my lady, the sun is getting low and it is time for your swimming lesson."

********************************

As Kit led Theda through the sliding door across the patio to the dock and boathouse, she wondered at his seeming reluctance to initiate sex. He had kissed and hugged and even fondled her, but the tidal wave of passionate lust from yesterday seemed to me missing. Perhaps, it was too soon and he was simply depleted. Lawrence never showed much interest for at least 3 or 4 days after his lovemaking and heavens knew Kit expended a great deal more energy than Lawrence ever did. Theda had read that teenagers and young men were practically tireless, but that could be exaggeration. Perhaps she should scale back her hopes. Kit had cooked for her, given her a guided tour, and now was prepared to give her a swimming lesson. Her hidden submissive side wanted Kit to seize her and take control. Her sympathetic personality told her to be careful not to embarrass the boy by asking more than he could give. Her starving libido screamed for a repeat of the amazing tactile sensations of yesterday.




Placement Office: Swimming Lesson



When they reached the boathouse, Kit asked where she had left her suit. Theda told him it was in the bag on his bar. He told her that she could use his bathroom to change. There was a hanger on the back of the door for her dress.

"I only brought some knit shorts and a top. Should I wear my underwear?"

"Only if you want to wear them home wet. I guess that you could wear the dress home with nothing under it." That thought put Kit's cock on alert. When he felt it start to inflate, he cautioned himself, "Slowly, slowly."

"I couldn't do that. What if I had a wreck?"

"I guess it would really stop traffic," Kit thought. He said, "Just wear the shorts and top and keep your knickers dry."

"Too late," Theda thought as she climbed the stairs to the living area. She quickly took off her clothes and hung them on the hook on the bathroom door. She pulled the knit shorts on thinking that she had added a few pounds since she last wore them. They were snug and much shorter than the mid-thigh length of most of her shorts. The sleeveless knit top hung loosely outside the elastic top of the shorts. She left her sandals and walked down the stairs to the deck to Kit.

Kit's resolve to go slowly wavered mightily as Theda came down the steps toward him. Her firm breasts stood proudly under the soft cotton shirt. Each step down caused both tits to jiggle slightly. The friction against the inside of the shirt hardened her nipples more with each step. The knit shorts molded to her crotch leaving Kit bedazzled with lust.. Her large meaty labia were prominent and the cleft between her outer lips showed plainly. As Kit gazed at her with open admiration, Theda basked in his approval. 

"Am I OK?" she asked.

"No," he managed in a gravelly voice. His throat seemed locked. "You are stupendous. You are magnificent; You are a walking wet dream. There is only one problem."

"What?"

"Your hair. Can you take it down and make it a ponytail like yesterday. I might have to grab you by it." Kit was referring to helping her keep her head above water, but to Theda when he had grasped her hair yesterday; he had triggered her submissive longings. She immediately assumed that Kit wanted to seize her hair to exercise his dominance over her.

"If you have something to tie it with, I can do that right now," she whispered.

Kit looked in a dockside bin and came out with a short piece of quarter inch nylon line. When he held it out to her, Theda murmured, "You hold it and I'll tie it."

She walked to Kit and turned her back to him as she pulled the pins that held her French twist. When Kit reached with both hands and gathered her hair tight against her head, Theda's knees felt weak and the heat in her groin increased. "Tighter," she said. When he gripped more tightly, she moved her buttocks back against him His cock filled completely as she raised her hands and tied the line around her hair. Kit continued to hold her hair and Theda clasped her hands on her head. She tentatively rocked her ass against Kit and he pushed back against her. Soon they had reestablished the rhythm of yesterday. It was a dance without music, but full of feeling.

Kit moved his left hand to gather in both Theda's hands and the ponytail. His right hand reached around her to begin making soft circles on her belly. Their hips throbbed in an age old pattern of push and pull. Kit pushed Theda's head forward and pulled their bodies tight together. First his lips, then his teeth took her exposed neck. She moaned her approval. His mouth moved to her ear and nipped at the lobe.

"Theda."

"Yes, yes."

"We have to get in the water if you are going to get a swimming lesson."

"Oh, if you say so."

Kit released her except for her right hand and led her to the swimming ladder at the end of the dock. Theda looked at him, "You didn't get dressed."

"Yes, I did." Kit pulled the tee shirt over his head and kicked off the flip flops. The unlined shorts made it clear that unlike Lawrence, Kit was very capable of consecutive days of sex. "I'll get in first and you can come down the ladder part way and hang on."

"OK"

Kit dived into the lake and surfaced shaking the water from his shaggy golden hair. "Come on down the ladder and I will stay behind you to steady you."

When Theda started to the ladder, Kit's eyes were glued to her pussy. It seemed to have grown and swelled until it was ready to burst. There was a slight darkening from her fluids and definitely a bump where her large clit pushed against the stretchy fabric. Kit swam to the ladder and grasped it with his hands. "Just turn around and climb backward down the rungs. Let's just get you wet first and see if you can stand to duck your face under water." He placed his feet on the bottom rung and raised his face up to Theda's ass as she started down. He could smell the tangy odor of her arousal. "I've got you," he said. "Don't be afraid."

The cool shock of the lake water laved Theda's overheated skin. She lowered herself until her feet meshed with Kit's on the bottom rung. Her feet rested between Kit's and as she stood there, he clasped her between his thighs. The contrast of the cool water and Kit's warm belly and thighs was amazing. Theda moved back against Kit then toward the ladder enjoying the play. 

Kit said, "Now hold your breath and bend your knees until the top of your head is completely covered. You can straighten up any time and breath. I will hold you on the ladder so you are completely safe. Try to stay under as long as you are comfortable and become accustomed to being surrounded by the water. OK?"

Theda nodded and bent her knees. The heat was wiped from her shoulders, then neck, then face and ears, and finally seemed to evaporate off the top of her head. She felt the water lift her, especially her breasts which seemed to be trying to float off her chest. She heard the ladder squeak as a boat wake rocked the dock and suddenly became aware of Kit's erection pressing firmly between the cheeks of her butt. Theda straightened her legs and came up gasping for air.

"That was great. I thought I might have to come get you."

"Kit, it was wonderful It is cool and dark and private and safe. I want to do it again."

"Sure, this time when you start to run out of air, blow bubbles on your way up." 

Theda took a great breath and ducked quickly beneath the water. A sense of joy was building in her as again she felt Kit's arm's surround her and as she ground her rear into his groin. When his hips moved into her, she blew out great bubbles and burst to the surface. She turned and beamed at him over her shoulder.

"You really seem to like this," Kit grinned to her nods. "Can you continue by yourself if I swim over to the dock to get a float?" In answer, Theda took another deep breath causing her breasts to rise out of the water and ducked under again. Kit swam to the dock and pulled a vinyl-covered foam float lounger into the water He put his arms over it and kicked his way back to beside Theda.

When she surfaced and wiped the water from her eyes, he asked, "Why did you never do this as a child? Were you parents religiously opposed to swimming? Was it so dry that there was no place to swim or what?" "I told you I grew up in Kenya. The village where my parents served was beside a river, but the river was full of death. Snakes, hippos, diseases, and worst, the crocs. They took several people every year from my father's flock. Usually the women or children who went to the river to fetch water.

"When I was 12 I was sent to England to boarding school, because my parents thought I needed better teachers than them. Just in time for the war and the battle of Britain to break out. When the bombing grew bad, my whole school was shipped to the countryside and there was no place for swimming. After the war, I came to the states to go to college here at Taylor. I wound up in training for the heptathlon, but soon concentrated on the javelin. I went to London for the '48 Olympics and back here for post-grad. I met and married Lawrence and here we are."

"It is amazing that you have done so much, but never learned the simple joy of swimming."

"True, but there is another not so simple joy that you showed me yesterday. Is it possible that we could have a second lesson today?" There—it was out. Theda had admitted to her desire and asked for Kit's aid. Her stomach twisted when she thought that he might tell her no.

"It is not only possible, but mandatory after your swimming lesson. Today I want you to learn to float on your front and back. To trust the water to hold you up and trust yourself in a new environment. The first step will be for you to kick your feet off the ladder while you hold on with your hands. Take a deep breath and relax your muscles. You will probably find your body moving up to float on the top of the water. If you can put your face down in the water, it will help."

Theda's fears of rejection were allayed and her body was infused with happiness. She wanted desperately to please Kit with his swimming lessons and move on to her next lesson. She had been coached most of her life and followed directions until she felt the unknown beneath her feet. She jerked herself back onto the ladder. "I was startled by having nothing to hold me up."

"Relax and trust. The water will hold you up. Women usually float easier than men. Try it again." 

"Hold my hair. It makes me feel safe." 

Neither questioned a 40 year old woman asking for the support of a man half her age. They both knew that at Kit was the master of this situation. He moved the float beside the ladder and reached over to grasp her ponytail. Theda kicked her feet out from the ladder and stepped out into nothingness. She took a breath and placed her face in the water.

Kit talked to her, "Relax, your whole body. I have you. You are safe." Theda's back and hips rose slowly with her legs following. Kit coached, "That's it, now blow out your bubbles and stand back on the ladder."

Theda came up smiling. "I did it."

"Sure, now do it a couple of times more and we will move on to the next step."

When Theda had done this several times, each more easily than the last, Kit said, "OK, now turn loose of the ladder with your hands, reach across the float and lock your hands behind my head. Then let your feet float up off the ladder."

Theda locked her hands behind Kit's head across the float. He reached behind her head and grasped her ponytail. He pulled her face to him and kissed her. Her feet floated free. The kiss continued as Theda's tongue remembered the lessons from yesterday. She probed into Kit's mouth to stroke his tongue. "Mmmmmm," she said. "Maybe that is enough swimming lessons."

"No, I want you to do a back float before we quit today. We need to move over there to a ledge where the water is more shallow. I am going to duck under the float and come up on your side to move us over. Turn me loose, and rest your head and shoulders on the float."

When Theda released Kit and pulled the float more underneath her, he smiled at her and ducked under the water. Theda felt his hands as he used her body to pull himself around to her side. But rather than stopping beside her, Kit slid his body on top of Theda. His left arm lay over her left arm and shoulder while his right arm reached around her waist to pull upward on her belly. Both immediately recognized the similarity to the mattress play of yesterday. Theda tried to push backward to Kit's crotch, but without traction in the water, her legs began to sink.

"Be still and relax. I am going to kick my legs to move us over to the ledge." As he began the rhythmic motions that would move them, Theda again tightened up as her body tried to create additional closeness. Her legs started to sink again.

Kit's left hand grasped her hair and squeezed tightly. "Relax and spread your legs." To Kit he was making room for his scissor kick to move them. To Theda, spread legs had a sexual connotation and she gladly opened herself. 

As the float began to glide smoothly across the surface, Theda said, "This is lovely. Can we just do this for a while and then be through?"

"Just a couple more things then we can get out. Are you getting tired?"

Theda was not tired at all, but she was ready to move to the next part of the program on dry land. "Maybe a little."

"Put your feet down. You should be able to stand here."

"But this is such a wonderful way to be." 

"We can do it more later, but see if you can stand."

Theda swung her feet down to feel a solid sandy bottom. The water came to her collarbones. Kit was standing with his nipples just peeking out of the water. He said, "Now we will float face down on the water without any other support. Watch how I do it." Kit took a breath and lay out on the water face down. His arms spread out and his legs floated up. Kit stood up. "Nothing to it. I'll make a cradle with my arms to support you as you learn to do it."

Theda moved over to him still holding the float.

"You have to let the float go, Theda."

"But it is comfortable."

"Sometimes you have to let go of the comfortable things to find out just how much you can achieve."

"Maybe you could hold my hair."

"Later." Kit reached to pick Theda up with his left arm across her chest and the right at mid-thigh. He picked her up until most of her body was just out of the water. "Now take a breath, relax, and put your face in the water. I will reduce my lift until you are on your own. When you run out of air, hold my arm and stand up."

With her previous experience, Theda quickly was floating. She heard Kit say, "Spread your legs and flap your hands to stabilize yourself." When she did so, she was treated to the wonderful sensation of being rocked by the gentle waves. When she came up, she said, "That was awesome."

"It is called 'dead man's float' but you don't look dead or much like a man."

When Theda again was bobbing in the waves, Kit slid his left hand to her right breast. The motions of the water dragged her sensitive nipple back and forth across his palm. Kit's right hand moved up to the junction of her legs. His thumb reached up to rest in the prominent valley while his index finger curled around the engorged clitoris as it poked against the fabric. Theda flexed her pussy against his hand and lost her buoyancy. She stood back up blowing water in the air. "Not fair; I didn't have enough air and these clothes are in the way."

"So take them off. No one can see and you will love the feel of the water with clothing."

"I will if you will."

Kit grinned at her. "I thought you'd never ask." He quickly bobbed down and stood back up with his trunks in his hand. A long throw splatted them on the dock. "Now you."

Theda found she was not quite as bold as she had acted. She hesitated.

Kit reached around her to lightly take her hair. "Give 'em up. Top and bottom."

Theda's thumbs hooked the elastic waistband and pushed the shorts down as she raised her feet to slip them off. She held them out to Kit. He took them and released her hair. "Now the top." Theda quickly skinned the shirt over her head and stood naked in the lake. Kit threw the shorts and top onto the dock and turned back to her The water covered her modestly and she waited for Kit to tell her what he wanted.

"Now a back float. I'll hold you up at first, but soon you will be able to do it with no support." 

As Kit picked her up, Theda knew there was a definite difference this time. Their naked skins were more sensitive to the contrasts in the water. The cool of the lake was cut off by the warmth of the press of flesh. The constant change of temperature was an incessant gain and loss. The sexual tension that had mostly faded in the exhilaration of the lesson came roaring back to both.

When Theda was in Kit's arms, he said, "Drop your chin against your chest and put your right arm around my neck. Now take a deep breath and hold it for buoyancy."

When Theda did as he told her, her body rose and her breasts became two brown tipped islands. As she relaxed her belly appeared above the water and her luxuriant pubic bush rose clearly out of the lake. Theda was enjoying the sensations until she looked down at herself. She immediately jackknifed herself back to standing beside Kit. "Oh, someone will see me."

Kit laughed, "Yes that someone was me and I loved the view. Come back in my arms and give me another peek at heaven floating in my lake."

"But...but I don't want to show myself. The part down there, It's ugly and has too much hair. That's one reason I never bought a swim suit. Lawrence used to say I was as hairy as a cave woman."

Kit paused. "Was Lawrence an expert on sex?"

"No."

"Then I think that we can dispense with his opinions. I think your bush is beautiful. You need to get over saying 'down there" like a little kid. Call it what it is." "What would you call it?"

" Well, your hair could be your pubes, or your bush, or your thicket or carpet. Under the hair could be your vagina, or pussy, or cunt or crack or snatch. Lots of names. Pick one you like."

"Snatch? Like the weight lifting move?"

"Yes, Theda, it's an old joke, but if you like it, go with it."

"OK, my snatch has too thick a thicket. When I was in training the other girls would sometimes stare and giggle at me in the shower. I pretended I didn't know, but it was embarrassing."

"They were just ignorant. More hair indicates more testosterone, the same hormone that pushes the sex drive."

"Do you find me masculine?"

"Not a bit, but if the hair bothers you we can fix it when we go in, OK?"

"I'd like that, but..."

"Hush, back up here for your back float. This is the last of today's swimming lesson."

Theda moved back into Kit's arms and was soon floating almost freely on her back. Only her face, breasts, and pubic mound cleared the water. Kit released her ponytail and slid his left hand down to the middle of her back. When she was balanced on the one hand, he moved his right hand from below her thighs to slide over her groin and grasp a handful of her bush. When Theda gasped, he said, "Lie still, breath deeply and relax. I have your hair."

His touch and light support in the small of her back settled her. Kit began to lightly lift her by her pubes then allowing her to settle back against his left hand. He leaned forward to kiss her right nipple when it bobbed above the water. Theda's heat grew quickly, spreading through her belly and thighs. When her involuntary quivers became stronger, Kit felt her clit poke his palm. He shifted his hand to lightly pinch it between his index finger and the base of his thumb. The motion became lift, squeeze, lift, squeeze. Kit realized that Theda's orgasm was close and he swung her to stand with her back to him. His left hand gripped her right breast as his thumb and forefinger pinched the nipple in a milking motion. His right hand reached down to grasp the outside of her pudenda. His right thumb lay along one side and his fingers closed to pinch her labia together. As he squeezed, Kit shifted his thumb and fingers back and forth in opposite directions providing constant pressure on her swollen lips and clit. 

Theda exploded quickly. "Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh!" She shook in her passion and writhed until Kit could barely hold her water slicked body. She felt his stiff shaft between her legs and reached down to cover Kit's hand and pull his cock tight against her thrashing slit. Theda opened her buttocks to pull it closer and gasped at the sensations as her anus moved across the top of Kit's dick. Her orgasm faded leaving her limp in the arms of her lover.

"That was magnificent!" Kit whispered in her ear as he held her up by her breast and groin. "I think that is enough swimming lessons for today."



Placement Office



The second bed's mattress and box springs received the same treatment. The routine became a sort of dance with both being sure that Theda led out of the room and then stopped at the top of the stairs to change positions. As he stood behind her on the third trip, he squeezed her hands and pressed his full length to her. 

"You're hot." He released her right hand and pulled the hair from her neck where it was stuck. He blew softly on her neck. "Does that cool you off?"

"Not much, I think I am still hot from that black leather seat this afternoon."

They laughed together as they traded positions and carried the load out.

When they started back up, Theda said, "You go first. I get to do the looking this time."

They were both slightly shocked to realize her tacit admission that they were both interested in the toned, if slightly sweaty bodies on display.

As Theda led out of the bedroom with the last mattress, she stopped at the top of the stairs and moved to the middle.. She spread her arms down the top of the mattress and dropped her head in a submissive gesture. Kit moved behind her and squeezed her hands briefly. His hands slid back along her arms to her neck and massaged briefly and softly. His hips moved against hers as he spread his feet to lower his pelvis to make better contact with her hips., He slid his right hand under her arm to rest on her belly. His left hand gathered her hair from the back of her neck. As he held her hair firmly, Kit blew softly on her neck. His right hand pulled her body back against him and he rocked their bodies gently with his hand and hips. His mouth moved closer to her neck and he nibbled softly up her neck to below her ear. 

Theda broke out in goose bumps despite the heat. She had never felt such a flood of sensation from any man. She felt that he had electrified her skin from the top of her head to her feet. She was tingling all over as she felt his right hand move up to cup her breast. "Oh, oh my," she moaned. She was willing for the moment to last forever as she was being held, and tasted, and rocked.

When Kit's hand slid off her breast and started downward, she thought it was returning to her stomach. But it continued downward and it seemed to her that her skin might be sparkling beneath his touch. When his finger reached the top of her shorts, the spell began to waver. The warmth slid down to cup her sex. Kit was enthralled. Theda's mons filled his hand with thick, pouting lips and amazing heat. The stimulus was overwhelming for Theda and she made an involuntary jump, moving away from him. His hand rested on her hip which seemed much safer.

"I'm sweaty; I must taste awful."

"I like my women like I like my peanuts—well salted."

"Well, release this well salted woman and let's carry this mattress out."

On top of the last mattress they placed the bed frames and the tool box. It was time for the first trip to the apartment. The work had been hot and sweaty and there had been an increasing number of bumps and reaches around each other to help. The work almost became a dance as they became more and more attuned to the other. When they got in the El Camino, Theda patted the seat, "Cool—not hot at all."

"Wait a minute until the air conditioning kicks in. With just two seats, this cools off in a hurry."

"How do I close the window?"

"Watch this." Kit pressed a button on his door and the power window began moving up.

"My gosh, what will they think of next?"

"You haven't seen anything yet, but you have your own button to make it go up and down. Now watch this,"—he picked up a plastic box from the console between them and pushed it into a hinged slot on a box mounted beneath the dash. Music poured out==Sam Cooke crooned "yoooou, send me, darling yoooou send me, honest you do, honest you do"

"What is that? The sound is wonderful."

"It's called an eight track tape player. You can buy the tapes just like a record. And take them anywhere you are driving. My dad loved gadgets. Sit back, close the window, and enjoy the air conditioning."

"Are you hungry?" she asked.

"Starving."

"Go by the Healthburger and I'll buy you a burger and fries."

"How about a shake since I'm doing the driving?"

"Sure, what kind?

"Strawberry, I like my shakes like I like my women—cool, pink, and sweet."

"You're going to wear that line out." They both laughed.

"You can't buy the food; you don't have any money. You didn't bring a purse or wallet and those shorts don't have a pocket."

"Little do you know, young man, women nearly always have a place to store a few bills."

"You don't; I didn't feel any....oh, on the left side."

Their peels of laughter carried them to the drive-in where they ordered the burgers, fries, and shakes to go. Theda said she didn't want to go in and they would have a first meal on the balcony of her new town house.

On the drive, Kit asked the question that had been on his mind since he picked Mrs. Pullin up from the hot seat. "Where is Mr. Pullin?"

"In heaven, I am sure. He was a dear man and sometimes I miss him dreadfully."

"You're a widow? Oh, I'm sorry. Way to go, Kit, open mouth and stick size 16 Chuck Taylor as far in as possible. I'm an idiot."

He looked so stricken and chagrined that Theda could not help but snicker. "Of course, you are not an idiot. But you really didn't know? Professor Lawrence Pullin, Nobel Prize winner in economics 1957. Bolstering Developing Economies in sub-Saharan Africa in a post-Colonial World. Taylor University's prize academic and my husband who died just about 18 months ago. It was pretty big news—where were you?"

Kit was silent for a moment. "I was on the basketball court. We were in the middle of the season when we went to the final four and we lost to Indiana and Coach Daye by one when I missed the last shot at the buzzer. Different worlds for the two of us."

"But you made many shots before that didn't you. You were on some of the all-American teams as a freshman."

"How do you know that?"

"I read the sports pages and they were full of stories about the local golden boy."

"Please don't call me that. You are amazing—you know so much and still read the sports pages. I don't read the economics pages—do papers even have economics pages?"

"It is called the financial section and you will get around to reading it some day, I'm sure." 

Theda reflected that she had not felt so carefree and happy since...since...maybe since the day her last effort in the US Olympic trials landed her a spot on the team going to London in 1948. Kit was young and fun. She found it amazingly easy to enjoy the moment.

As they pulled into the apartments, Kit said, "Which one is it? If you have the key in the same place you stored your money, I can help you get it out."

"You are an idiot." The words were spoken around a large grin—the boy was irrepressible. "It is number 16, but you have to go by the manager's office for me to get the key."

"Darn!"

After Theda retrieved the keys, Kit drove to number 17 and backed into the parking slot in front of the two story building. Theda opened the door and said, "Let's start the air conditioning and go up and eat our burgers on the upstairs balcony. It has a great view looking west across the lake."

"More stairs, huh?"

For a moment, Theda froze. Both bedrooms were upstairs. More carrying of mattresses was going to be required. She looked straight into his eyes, "Is that a problem?"

"Not a bit of a problem for me. What about you?"

"I can handle it," she said. "Go get the food and bring it in while I find the thermostat."

Kit returned with the bag to find Theda half way up the stairs. "Come on up."

As he followed her up the stairs with his eyes glued to her gluts, she smiled in the glow of being appreciated. She walked through the end bedroom to a sliding glass door which opened onto a small balcony overlooking the lake. The apartments were built on a rock bluff on the east side of the lake giving her a wonderful scenic view. "Look at that view," she said. "This is why I picked this place."

"I do. Every day. And I never get tired of it. That is my dad's house across the bay."

On the other side of the narrow bay was an almost identical rock bluff. But along the vertical drop were windows and balconies. At the bottom of the rock wall a large boat house floated at the water's edge. It had a spacious deck on the three water sides and a set of stairs going up to the flat roof which was furnished with outdoor furniture. A blue slide curved from the roof over the deck and into the lake.

"That's where you live. I'd love to see it. Actually; I'd like to see the whole estate."

"How about tomorrow after we finish up moving you in here?'

"I'd love to."

"Great! It's a date and I'll feed you to pay you back for these burgers that I need to eat right now."

Since Theda had no furniture, they sat on the floor of the balcony eating the burgers and fries. As they talked about the view and the weather, the awareness of their proximity grew in both. As Theda sat cross-legged, the cotton shorts revealed her prominent mound. Kit's eyes were drawn like a moth to a flame. His Ocean Pacific board shorts were loose enough that his erection caused the jersey he wore to rise in a lump of its own. Theda was mesmerized by the show of his desire. Both knew where the other was looking, but both were reluctant to interrupt the magic. When the food was gone, Theda stood up and leaned on the rail with her hands. The breeze was cooling off the heat of the day, the view was perfect, and neither felt any need to make extraneous conversation. Kit stood and walked up behind her; he placed his hands on the rail over hers and leaned onto her shoulders.

"I need to tell you something," he whispered in her ear.

"What is that?" 

"That stuff is not going to get in here by itself. Somebody is going to have to carry it. Woof!" he exclaimed as her elbow caught him a blow in the ribs. "Oh, you're going to play rough are you? Kit wrapped his arms completely around her and picked Theda up while using all ten digits to tickle her.

"Idiot, idiot child. Put me down." Her laughter pealed out over the lake. 

Kit put her back on her feet and spun her around. He grabbed her hands as she tried to return the favor and tickle him. Pulling on her hands he moved a step closer and kissed the lips that were about to straighten him out. For a moment Theda was shocked into immobility. His lips softly brushed and nibbled her own. The he released her hands and took her face in both his hands. Their eyes locked as he asked soundlessly for permission. She did not know how to give it to him, but she could not deny him when he pulled her into a kiss that was stronger, rougher, and full of passion. Her hands had dropped to rest on his chest and she gently pushed him away. "Let's carry in the stuff."

"Stuff, right, carry, right—I can't think. Maybe my blood flow to my brain was interrupted."

"Probably," she said as she walked through the empty bedroom and down the stairs of the rapidly cooling apartment. 

At the truck Theda said, "Let's take the frame for the guest room first and one of us can assemble it while the other brings in my bed frame." When the frame was in the guest room, she asked,: Do you want to carry or assemble?" 

"Carry I guess; you can stay in the air conditioning."

Theda was glad for the respite away from the heat of the Texas evening and the tall Texas temptation who made her feel so young. Her head kept saying how inappropriate the situation was, but her body was starved for human contact, Every touch set off reverberations that settled in her lower belly. She had always been a modest person who shied away from attention and compliments, but Kit made her feel that she had more to give than she had ever suspected. She basked in the warmth of his open admiration.

Her woolgathering had slowed her progress and he had moved the entire bed frame into her bedroom before she was finished. With Kit's help, they quickly set up the queen sized frame in her bedroom. It was much more spacious than the guest room which was basically filled by the bed. They carried the box springs from the truck to the base of the stairs. They set it down and Theda held it as Kit went back to close the door. He surprised her when he did not walk up behind her, but came to the middle on the opposite side of the mattress. 

"Do you want to go first or shall I," Theda asked.

"I've always liked women on top" he said with a roguish grin.

Theda was not sure what Kit had meant by that. Lawrence had been her only lover and he had only positioned her in the missionary position. In Theda's experience, sex was only carried out at night in bed with the lights off with her on her back. One of the reasons she had not reacted more strongly to Kit's advances is that she did not really associate the snuggling with the sex act. She shook her head in confusion and went to the front of the mattress. She was slightly disappointed that Kit had not continued the exciting game they had played back at the house. Perhaps he had realized how inappropriate it was, how much older she was, what a oversized Amazon she was.

Kit on the other hand was following the advice of his mentor who told him that women did not care much for men who were either too desperate or too pushy. He leaned over the mattress and gave her a quick peck on the lips. "You go first."

After maneuvering the springs into the frame, they went back and carried the mirror into the room and leaned it against the wall. They went back for the mattress and Theda slowed her steps until Kit went through the door first. When they set the mattress down at the foot of the stairs, he asked, "Are you going to close the door, or shall I:"

"You do it," she whispered as she moved to the middle of the mattress and assumed the position with her arms spread as she held the top of the mattress. Kit slid in behind her and placed his hands over hers. He squeezed them on the top of the mattress and whispered, "Stay here." Theda's head fell forward on the mattress in acquiescence. Kit quickly closed the door and Theda heard the lock click. He quickly moved behind her and with both hands stroked her neck and shoulders, His hands moved softly from her neck to her wrists and back again. Kit gathered her hair in both hands and grasped it tightly in his left hand. Theda gasped as he pulled her head back as he began kissing and nibbling on her neck while his right hand moved to her belly. It made circles that grew larger until he was lifting her breasts in their light lacy bra on the upstroke and at the bottom of the stroke he was brushing across her pubes. Theda no longer tried too move away as his hand moved over her most private spots. The combination of his kisses, the firm grip on her hair, and the light brushes were driving Theda to distraction. She had never felt so on fire His hand stilled as it centered itself over her sex; he firmly squeezed and Theda erupted with the first orgasm of her life. Kit only held her and rocked against her as her paroxysm trailed away. "That was impressive," he said, "but get the front end of the mattress and we'll carry it up."

In her confusion, elation, and embarrassment, Theda would have done anything Kit said. They quickly carried the mattress up and placed it on the bed. "Come on; let's get finished." Kit said. 

Without the teasing dance to slow them they soon were carrying the last mattress up the stairs. When they had it in the master bedroom, Kit said, "Hold it here."

As Theda moved to the center of the mattress and held it up, she said, "But the bed is all the way on the other side of the room."

"Just hold it," he said. 

Theda moved to the middle of the mattress and assumed the familiar position. Her head rested submissively on the mattress as her hands were spread out along the top edge. She heard the whisper of cloth and started to turn, but Kit caught her hair and held her wordlessly. She heard the thump of his shoes hitting the floor and then she felt him step up behind her. He seemed to pour more heat into her back as he lifted her tee shirt and unhooked her bra. He reached around her to hold the mattress. "Take it off," he said.

Theda pulled the shirt and loose bra off over her head and then she felt Kit's warm skin as he moved close behind her. He was naked. "Hold the mattress," he said.

As she placed her hands back on the mattress, she felt Kit's hand take possession of her upper body. Both hands reached to caress, then tickle, the tug her breasts. No one had ever explored every inch above her waist. He lifted, and squeezed her breasts; then he moved to her belly and sides and stroked until she shivered. Kit rested his hands on her breasts again and changed the nibble on her neck to an open mouthed love bite. He was firm enough to excite her, but not so hard as to cause pain. Theda felt the electricity run from her neck to the nipples Kit had grasped and was lightly pinching.

When Theda thought she could stand no more, Kit moved his hands to her waistband and unbuttoned her shorts. His right hand slid the zipper down as his left hand held the shorts up. When the zipper was all the way down, Kit released his left hand grip and the baggy shorts fell to the floor. All Theda had on were the lacy panties that Kit had seen when he saved her from the hot seat. They looked even better now. He slid his hands under the elastic at her hips and pushed until they fell to join her shorts puddled around her feet. 

:"Step out of them," he said and she did without question. Now his hands moved to her waist. He pulled her to him and began the familiar rocking motion, but this time there was a difference. Kit's hard cock was pressed against the tops of her buttocks and her back. His right hand moved to her sex, but this time there was no clothing to prevent his full and patient exploration. Her sex was larger than the girls he had known previously, gloriously so. At the top of her slit, her clit had roused itself until it stood out like a tiny pecker. When his middle finger sank into her, she pressed her hard clit into his palm and began making tiny sounds, "OOO, OOO, OOO," with each rocking motion.

"Push the mattress over." Kit said.

"What? Ahhh! What? Ahhh!"

"Push the mattress to the floor."

Theda's locked hands opened and the mattress fell to the floor. Kit's left hand released her breast and locked on her hair "Kneel on the mattress. That's it; now crawl forward a little. Good! Now head down and ass up." Theda obeyed the orders without question; anything to keep the spell going. Kit's right hand reached down between Theda's legs. Her fluids were flowing freely and as his fingers reached under her to caress her clit, his thumb slid deeply into her canal. His index finger curled around her clit like a trigger finger and like a gun she went off loud and long as he gripped down with his thumb on her G-spot and raked her clit with his index finger.

Theda had never known such sensations. Sex with Lawrence was pleasantly agreeable. Several times she had felt the start of the explosion Kit had caused, but Lawrence always finished and disengaged before the tsunami. She pressed backward to his hand somehow wanting more but not knowing how to achieve it. When Kit withdrew his hand from her, Theda whimpered, "No, no, not yet." 

Kit moved his left hand from her hair to her hip and with his thumbs opened her ass crack. With his knees he pushed her thighs apart and with his right hand guided his cock into the inferno of Theda's cunt. She was wet, slick, and hot and he glided easily into her entrance. He was about half way in when he began to feel some resistance from the tight passage. He halted momentarily to allow her to accommodate his size.




Placement Office



Theda had felt lost when Kit's thumb and fingers were withdrawn, but when she felt the penetration that could only by his penis, she knew that the enchantment was not yet finished. The pressure in her loins began to build as he pressed deeper than Lawrence ever had, but when he began to withdraw she whimpered her loss. He pressed forward again and slipped several more inches into her. Theda moaned her joy, "Yes, yes, yes, just like that."

Kit started another slow withdrawal, but Theda moved backward to try to recapture lost ground. Taking that as a hint, Kit lunged forward fully embedding his lengthy prick in the panting woman. "EEEEEE, YES," she squealed. They rocked back and forward until they found a rhythm to their sexual dance. As she loosened more, Kit became more and more aggressive, grasping her hips and pulling her backward as he thrust. Theda felt the head of his cock bang against her cervix and gloried as she grunted out her lust.

Suddenly, Kit totally withdrew from her. Theda had never felt more empty. Kit roughly pushed her over on her side and then rolled her on her back pulling her thighs wide apart. Theda smiled, this position she had some familiarity with. As Kit moved up between her legs, she reached down to guide him into her tunnel. As he easily slid home, she felt the fire relight. After a half dozen strokes, Kit stopped. Theda wrapped her legs around him and pulled him to her with her heels. She hunched her pussy upward at him, but he remained still.

"I told you I liked my women on top," he said. Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled onto his back while remaining buried fully in her hot box. "I've done all the work up to now. Now it is your time to shine."

Not sure of herself in this totally new position, Theda began tentatively with small rocking motions. She soon found that by lowering her face close enough for kisses, she could work her clit as roughly or softly as she wanted across his pubic bone. If she sat more upright and leaned back, his cock scraped her G-spot on every up and down stroke. She settled on spreading her thighs as wide as possible and banging down as hard and fast on the lovely piece of man meat while her clit was pummeled between them. Kit said, "I'm going to come soon. I didn't bring any protection."

"Do it in me; I'm not fertile."

The slap, slap, slap of the two bodies sped up until Theda felt the spurt of Kit's seed blast all in her vagina. Her orgasm was triggered and they both clutched the other with the intensity of lost souls.

As they lay in the position they finished in, Kit stroked her back from her neck to her ass. With each stroke she gave a small shudder and he hunched gently back up at her. Her vagina clasped and relaxed as his cock softened but remained in place due to its length. As their fluids seeped out onto him, Theda rose up slightly and looked between them. Her sensitive nipples brushed back and forth over his chest as she peeked at the growing wetness trapped between them.

"Christopher, we made a mess."

"Yes, ma'am, we did. Am I fired?"

"No, you idiot child, we have too much to move tomorrow."