0 comments/ 19320 views/ 1 favorites The Chase By: DEFENDER The night was dark and cold, the moon rose slowly, the light glimmered casting shadows. The sounds of the night as always drowned those of the days, the owl, the fox howl, the hens alas safely tucked away in bed. The night provided the blanket for those who dared to become the shadows of the night, naked but unseen these shapes moved in and out of the background. This was a game, no one could see, but this was fun, naked as the day that they were borne. The stakes were those of the pursuer's design and the captured had to submit, these were the rules. Everybody knew the rules. These sexless bodies were divided into two groups the prey and the hunters. Hunters could be caught by other hunters, but prey must hide and survive the darkness until the sun broke the horizon. The hunting ground was large and everybody started from grid references just before dusk all were naked and had just their wits to survive the night of chase. I am a hunter by instinct and luckily I was chosen as one tonight on other occasions I wasn't that lucky and I knew what could happen. This was what I was good at, I spent years chasing other quarry and I knew how to track anything or anybody. I set out upwind everything scent and noise would come to me whereas my movements would be shielded. I had to catch my quarry for those who were not successful they had to submit to those who were not captured. The night was beautiful a small chill which added to the excitement this was nature at its best, the shadows the unknown, who would be around that corner or that bush, the music of the night resounded in my head, I loved it. It wasn't long before I heard the telltale sounds of another being. That was the beauty of it you never knew who or what you would find. It was the crack of a twig that caught my attention, I paused and waited for some more movement, was this a hunter or prey?, all was quiet for a couple of moments and then I heard it again soft treading on some leaves. I crouched behind a tree to obscure my presence, my excitement grew as the noise continued in my direction, it was close now only twenty yards at the most. I held my breath and listened intently, the sounds of my prey filled my ears. My heart pounded, I had to remain calm and not give away my position. A shape passed, I pounced, my arms around the shoulders my hand over the mouth to stifle any screams, we fell to the ground, the next move was mine I had my prey, this was affirmed by no resistance, a limp response. These were the rules you had to overcome and disable your prey and gain submission. I loved this what will I do the prey didn't know either, I decided a fuck up the ass. I spit on my hand and rubbed it against the rosebud of the now prone shape, I tugged the waist so that the ass of this delightful creature was arched at the right angle for easy entry. I pressed forward slowly my erect dick against the now wet opening , I gained access easily, this one had been fucked there many times, God it felt good, a moist glove of flesh around my hardness. I fucked slowly at first, there was no resistance from my prey just a sound of heavy breathing, that rose to a panting, I had to keep things under control, there could be another hunter out there waiting to pounce, they could even wait and watch and pick their moment, I knew I had done this before. Best thing to do is get it over as quickly and as quietly as possible. I increased the pace and the depth I could feel the arousal of my prey as their hips moved back towards mine they tried to please themselves but this was my trophy, I ceased their actions this was my right. They submitted to my wishes and I continued my trusting I was close now but still aware of all around me. It felt like I had reached a mountain top and was about to fall, the shudders came in violent eruptions, the juice from my root flung hard and deep. In a few seconds that seemed like time had stopped, it was all over I withdrew and shoved my dick into this stranger's mouth. They cleaned me up the last remnants of any sexual activity removed, I rose and fled there was more to be had this night. I rested up a tree in the arms of some soft branches and watched the lakes of the moon, it felt good to be free and wild, all I was missing was a good glass of rioja and the warm licking flames of a log fire. I had traveled some distance and there was no sign or smell of any activity in this area for some time, but then again you never knew, I had a lot of experience and the prey knew how to hide as did the hunters, only newcomers found out the hard way. Time to track again I thought to myself when to my left I noticed a shadow and behind this a noise but I could not see anybody, the shadow started to move more quickly as they sensed the presence of another body. Not far from where I was the confrontation happened, a fight of resistance ensued, many blows rained down by both parties, neither of these wanted to be vanquished, this was good to watch but this would also draw attention to this area. The hunter and the hunted they continued back and forth and like sharks sensing blood more shapes appeared. The numbers increased there were at least ten shapes now, hunters could work in packs and share the spoils, this was going to be a very one sided battle. I felt the odds could have been evened if I intervened but then I would have to give my position away, better to stay out of it and enjoy the show, I could always pick up some of the pieces afterwards. The battle was won, but the war continued, I had more prey to catch this night, the prey was stretched and tied, resistance was futile, within minutes every orifice available, was filled. Grunts, groans and screams filled the air, my god this was a hungry pack, you could tell that this was their first feed of the night. I felt sorry for the prey, ass, cunt and mouth were filled, no intermission, a flurry of activity cum spraying everywhere, some swallowed the rest overflowing. At least four women were present they wanted their pound of flesh and they got it. They got licked ass and pussy using their hands to direct the prey's head and tongue. The prey had two dicks in her mouth, one deep in her pussy, one in her ass, her hands were directed to two more, two women used her feet to please themselves, the ravishing continued. Everyone had come at least once when would it subside? The moon set before it all was over and the pack headed off for their next victim, I waited till all sound had subsided and all was clear. I was aroused now and needed to feed again, I climbed down and approached the still tied prey, too easy, but sometimes things do arrive on a plate. I crouched down and pushed my dick deep in the throat of the limber prey, no resistance was offered and I slid in and out. The warmth and wetness welcoming, the body supine before me was incredible, I leant forward and used my tongue, she tasted good. I listened to the sounds of the trees as they swayed in the wind but no other sounds interrupted our engagement. The prey became more animated and as the groans peaked and then calmed, I had already dumped my load deep in the recesses of her throat. I arose and fled. Time to track another quarry, I headed in the opposite direction of the pack as they would leave very little in their wake. I paused after ten minutes to gather my bearings, a stream trickled nearby, the noise provided some cover. I had a dip, the water was cold but washed the sweat and juices from my body. Submerged I heard the telltale sound of another prey, someone was approaching, I kept silent and ceased all activity. As they neared, I struck, I pulled the form into the water and held the head just above water, the reaction was immediate, full submission. I pulled both of us to the bank and lay down, I positioned my prey above my dick and directed them to the task in hand. Their mouth was warm and moist and a finger in my ass, and some ball caressing soon had me among the stars again. I arose and fled. How long would this night continue and how long would my luck hold out? To Be Continued... The Chase She should have been dead; my car missed her by inches. I rounded a corner and she stood there in the middle of the road. My angry words gave way to concern as she ran up to the car window. Her eyes looked scared; her clothes looked like she had been in them all night. There were smudges of dirt on her yellow blouse and her cheek. She said in a scared voice, “I’m in terrible trouble and I’m desperate. Will you help me?” I looked at her. She was about twenty-five or so with mousy brown hair that hadn’t been combed in a while. She had a nice figure and was about five feet six inches or so. When she leaned over to plead with me, I noticed that she had blue eyes and was not shy in the breast department. The only thing she had with her was a small purse and some type of gym bag. “Did you have a car accident?” I asked. “No, no; it’s much worse than that. Can I get in your car? They are looking for me,” she pleaded. I made a snap decision that I knew was going to be a terrible mistake—my life was a series of snap decisions that always seemed to go sour. Nevertheless, whether it was that terrified look on her face or those very nice breasts, I said, “Get in.” She ran around to the passenger side, opened the door and quickly sat down. I started to accelerate to get up to the speed limit and then glanced at my mystery guest. She was silently crying; tears were running down her cheeks. I thought, “She looks like a whipped puppy who has been chained in the backyard all night.” I said, “Nothing can be that bad. My name is Bob Shipley and I’ll be glad to do what I can for you. First of all, what do I call you?” She wiped her nose with the side of her hand and said, “My name is Carol Watkins. Thank you for picking me up; I am in serious trouble and don’t know what to do.” I noticed the sign telling me that Oceanside City was three miles ahead. I knew that Oceanside City was a fairly wealthy suburb of Mobile, Alabama. There was only one way in and out of it on Route 8 according to the map. The map also mentioned the scenic ocean views, and so I took the less traveled road. I said, “Well Oceanside is coming up in a few miles and we can get help there, but to get help, you have to tell me your problem.” Carol looked at me frightened and said, “I can’t go back to Oceanside; that’s where all my troubles started. They are looking for me there.” We were coming up to a sign that said ‘Blakely Park’ with an arrow pointing to a side road. I took the turn and pulled into the park—two baseball fields and six tennis courts. I turned into a parking spot by the baseball fields and stopped the car. I quietly said, “Carol, I am not on any time schedule. I will help you if I can, but you have to tell me what’s going on. So just take your time and tell me your problem.” Carol was silent for a few moments and then sighed. She said, “I have been a third grade school teacher in Gainesville, Florida for the last four years. It was my first teaching job, and my life was starting to settle down. My folks are both dead and I am an only child so I’m on my own. The school year ended and I decided to take a vacation and see New Orleans. “I stopped in Oceanside last night and checked into a motel. There was a bar and restaurant across the street and I went there for some food. I went to the bar first and then planned to go into the restaurant. “A man came up to me and started talking. He seemed nice so I let him talk. We had two drinks and he asked me to have dinner with him. I was shocked; but whether it was because I was on vacation or maybe the drinks, I said yes. “Just as we were about to go into the restaurant I heard him say, “Oh shit.” He looked scared and said, “Carol, I screwed up. I thought I had until tomorrow afternoon before they realized what was going on. I’m going to try to talk myself out of this, but in case I don’t, take this bag and have a good life. There is money in the bag--lots of it. It is drug money. I collect the money once a week from our distributors in Mobile. Tomorrow I would give my boss the money I collected. “I knew it was only a matter of time before I would be arrested. The cops in Mobile would catch one of my guys and squeeze him; he would give me up for a shorter prison sentence. So I decided to get out--to steal the collection money and run. “Two men just came into the bar and are sitting at a table. They are here for me. They probably think you are part of this, so you are in trouble too. I’m going to talk to them. If we leave together, take my bag and go out the back way. Don’t get caught; they are not nice people. Remember, Oceanside is where the big shot bosses live; they control everything here including the police, so don’t count on any help from them. If you go to the police, it is the same as giving yourself and the money to the drug bosses. Just take the money and enjoy it.” Carol looked at me and said, “He walked up to the table with the two men; after a few minutes the three of them left the bar. I grabbed my purse and his bag and went to the women’s bathroom. There was an emergency exit and I went out. I saw them in the parking lot, and then I heard a shot; they shot him. I must have screamed, because they saw me and I started running into the woods. They shot at me three times before I could get out of sight. “I ran and walked in the woods for twenty minutes and finally found my way back to Route 8. I walked back to my motel trying to stay out of sight, but when I got there I could see two police cars in front of my motel room—they were in my room and searching my car. “I walked to this park and sat in the baseball dugout all night. I was so scared. Twice police cars drove through the parking lot, but they never stopped. “I was desperate this morning and that is why I stopped you. Can’t we just turn around and go away from Oceanside?” “Carol,” I said. “The police had a road block set up this morning when I drove through. They were only checking cars leaving Oceanside. Cars going to Oceanside were not stopped. We can’t get you out that way. “And they know you are on foot and wearing the same clothes as last night; your yellow blouse is going to be an easy thing to spot. Just to be sure, I am going to drive through Oceanside and see if they still have a roadblock. If you see any police, just get on the floor so they can’t see you.” Carol pleaded, “What am I going to do?” I answered, “Let’s check Oceanside; just stay out of sight.” I drove through Oceanside at the speed limit. I noticed a police car at each of the two big intersections of the main street. Two miles outside of Oceanside there was a long line of cars. It was a police roadblock. Cars were turning around; we did also. Getting out of Oceanside was going to be tougher than getting in. I turned on the radio and got a local station. After a few minutes the news came on. The male announcer said, “For all you people leaving Oceanside today, be prepared for a long wait. Police have roadblocks on either side of our city. The unofficial word from a police spokesman is that there is a terror alert and they are checking identifications and all vehicles for suspicious activity.” The woman announcer continued, “The local churches have repeated their protest to the city council that the cruise ship Sea Challenger should not be allowed to be based at Oceanside Port since they agreed to host the first annual National Nudity Day Cruise. The churches maintain that Oceanside will be tainted with immoral conduct.” The male announcer interrupted with a joking voice, “But Cynthia, don’t you think that a three night, four day cruise with all guests and crew naked would be a blast. Can you see yourself having a ball? There are only thirty couples and in the last two days all but two cabins have been booked. Now if you would like to… “Absolutely disgusting,” interrupted Cynthia. “Well I guess that means you aren’t interested Cynthia,” continued the announcer, ‘But if any couple out there is interested, and has fifteen hundred dollars, there is still time to book a cabin…and now for the weather…” I turned the radio down. Carol asked in a frightened voice, “What are we going to do now? I’m trapped in here. I can’t even buy different clothes because the police are all over Main Street. Can’t you think of anything we can do to get out of this awful place?” I thought, “Snap decisions; the story of my life.” We drove back into Oceanside with Carol hunched down in the front seat. I spotted a sign before an intersection that said, ‘Oceanside Port.’ I thought, “I can’t believe I am even thinking about this. You have never done anything so crazy in your life.” I thought again, “Unless you are going to ditch this woman, I can’t think of anything else to do.” I said, “Carol, I have a wild idea, but it is the only idea I have to get you out of this town.” “What?” asked Carol. I continued, “There is a cruise ship leaving today. It will be gone for three nights and four days. When it returns the search for you will probably be over; and even if not, you will be wearing different clothes.” Carol said, “That sounds like a great idea. I really think it will work and I’ll do any thing to get out of this mess. Why don’t we…WAIT…you are talking about the nude ship, aren’t you? I could never do that; it would be so embarrassing; I would rather die first…” I interrupted, “Carol, you might die first if these people are as bad as you told me.” Carol was silent. Finally in a shy voice she asked, “Would you be going with me?” I answered, “It is a couples ship. They probably wouldn’t allow a single person aboard since that single person would only cause problems.” Carol said, “Maybe we could go on the boat and wear clothes, and if not, we could just stay in our cabin and order room service. That should work.” Without answering I turned right on the street that led to the port. The marina was big with maybe a hundred boats at berth. The parking lot was very large. I spotted a building with a sign that said ‘Sea Challenger.’ I parked and turned to Carol as I said, “Let’s go in and talk to them about the cruise.” We walked into the building and there was a table set up in the lobby with a sign that said, ‘National Nudity Day Cruise.’ There was a pretty blond woman about five feet two inches tall sitting behind the table. She stood as we approached her. I hesitated but no one said a word, so it was up to me. I said, “My wife and I are on vacation and we heard about the cruise on the radio. We are tempted to go if there are still available cabins, but we have never done anything like this before. What can you tell us?” The blond woman grinned and said, “My name is Jill and I am the cruise director. We still have two cabins open. The boat leaves in three hours, but we are boarding now for those who arrive early. It should be a fun cruise. There are only thirty couples so everyone will get to know each other. Don’t take that the wrong way; this is not a group sex boat or an orgy. National Nudity Day is an acknowledgment of a lifestyle—a way of life—that some people feel is a healthful and wonderful approach to the human body. July fourteenth is the last full day of the cruise and it happens to be National Nudity Day—we plan to award many prices in celebration including our own Ms. National Nudity Day queen. “The rules are simple. As soon as the ship passes the three-mile limit, all clothes are banned for the entire cruise. Both the volunteer crew and the guests will be naked for three nights and four days. We will have games and contests and great food, just like any other cruise, but the difference is that we will be naked. “This will be my fifth time I have been cruise director of a nude ship. The previous four were fantastic. “The only real rule is that we expect full participation if you come—no hiding in the room and things like that. And I should tell you that the first thing we do as we pass the three-mile limit is to have a mandatory emergency ship drill as required by the Coast Guard. Of course, we will all be nude for the drill not counting our life preservers. “I’ll answer any questions you have, but really the decision is up to you. As first timers you will be more nervous than some of the other passengers; that is expected. First time men always have the same problem—unwanted erections at the worst possible time. It does happen, but no one will make a big deal out of it. First time women actually have a curiosity on a style question—should they trim their pubic hair like many of the other women, and if they do, what shape should they choose.” Carol was blushing and I said, “Jill give us a few minutes to talk it over.” We walked out of the building and looked over the parking lot. Carol wasn’t talking so I asked, “What do you think?” Carol was quiet and then said, “I just can’t do it; to be naked in front of everyone including you. I have never done anything like that in my entire life. I am really a prude in a lot of ways.” I answered, “Carol, that’s your decision. We’ll try something else.” We walked back to the car. As I opened the door Carol grabbed my arm and said, “Look.” A police car was had come into the parking lot and slowly driving up and down the aisles. It was still far from us. Carol gasped, “OK, I will do it. Just get me away from this awful place.” I took my suitcase from the car and Carol grabbed her purse and the gym bag. We hurried back into the building and told Jill, “We decided to go. Do you take American Express?” Jill said, “Of course,” and swiped the card and had me sign the receipt. She continued, “Please fill out the registration information card and then you are free to board. Your cabin number is 28 on B deck. Since we are not going to any ports, you don’t need a passport or anything.” We went to the counter to fill out the registration card. I said to Carol, “I think pretending to be my wife is the way to go. You can’t use your last name since the police have it from both your motel registration and your car. I’m not sure even your first name is a good idea. If you agree you will be Mrs. Shipley; what first name should we use?” Carol answered, “Jean is my middle name and I always liked it. Why don’t you put down Jean?” “Done Jean,” I said. “Also, they know your address in Gainesville by now. You should either call a friend to go to your place and clean it out hoping the police weren’t quick enough to get there yet. Or just walk away from all of it.” The new Jean thought for a moment and then said, “I’m going to call a friend who really needs money. I’m going to tell her to go the apartment and take whatever she wants; to turn off all the utilities, and to call my school and tell them I won’t be returning.” The new Jean went to an outside phone and made the call. She came back to me and was about to say something when she gasped and said, “That man with the woman getting out of the car. He was one of the men who came into the restaurant last night. What is he doing here?” “Maybe looking for you,” I answered. “Did he get a good look at your face in the bar?” Jean answered, “I don’t think so. I sat facing the bar so he should not have seen my face. And it was only a couple of minutes or so before they left the restaurant. In the parking lot I was in the shadows. So they know roughly my size, but nothing else I think.” We boarded the boat and found our cabin. It was exceptional; a sleeping area with two twin beds and a sitting area with a couch and single chair facing a TV/VCR entertainment center. A gift bottle of wine was on the table next to the couch. Jean said, “I’m dying for a shower. I’ve been in these clothes for a day and a half and I smell.” She hesitated and I said, “Why don’t you take a shower and I will explore? I will come back in about twenty minutes.” She nodded and I left. Twenty minutes later I knocked on the door and she opened it. I said, “I have an idea. They probably got a look at the color of your hair in the bar. The Salon is open; I made an appointment for you. They can give you a cut and maybe a color change. Oh—bad news—that man and woman came on board the ship. I think they took the last cabin.” Jean looked frightened but nodded yes. I said, “Also, get rid of the yellow blouse. They are looking for it. I bought you the ship’s windbreaker jacket; take off your blouse and wear the jacket.” She nodded again and hesitated. Then she quickly unbuttoned her blouse and put on the jacket. I didn’t turn away. Jean had a beautiful complexion and I had been right, although she was wearing a modest bra, her breasts were beautiful for her figure--probably a B plus or so. Her stomach was flat. I went with Jean to the Salon and waited. An hour later she came out; she was stunning. The mousy brown hair was now a subtle chestnut color that highlighted her blue eyes. The cut was a swept back French look, completely different from the stringy appearance of yesterday. The jacket zipper was open showing the beginning of the mounds of her breasts. Even without makeup, she had transformed herself into a very beautiful woman. I said, “Wow.” She grinned and said, “The gift shop has makeup. I have to buy some ‘make me beautiful’ stuff.” The ship was filling with passengers by the time we left the gift shop. The ship’s loudspeaker announced that we had thirty minutes before the ship would leave. We went back to our cabin and I asked if she would like a glass of wine. She nodded and I poured two glasses. She sat on the couch and I sat in the chair facing her. I said, “Jean, things have been happening so fast you don’t even know me; so here goes. I’m twenty-five and graduated with a degree in computer science. I have been working in Orlando as a programmer until three weeks ago; I was laid off because the economy was so bad. I took stock and looked at my options. I decided to move to Las Vegas. It is the fastest growing city in the US and I figure I can get some kind of job out there. I have never been married, and my girlfriend dumped me the same day my company laid me off. “So when we get back, I’ll continue my drive to Nevada. Fortunately, I managed to save a little money, so I’m not hurting.” Jean looked at me and said, “My whole life has changed in twenty-four hours. I haven’t even thanked you for probably saving my life. I owe you a lot; I was so scared and you gave me hope. “After my shower I looked in the gym bag the man gave me. It is full of a lot of money. There was at least $500,000 in hundreds and most of the bag was full of 50’s and 20’s. Maybe I should have just left it in the bar and walked away, but everything happened so fast. So for better or worse, I…we…have it.” “Jean,” I protested, “That’s your money.” Jean said, “We have four days to decide that. Don’t we?” I felt something and said, “We are moving.” We went to the window and saw that we were ten feet from the dock and were slowly making forward speed. I took Jean’s hand and squeezed it. She squeezed back. Jill’s voice came on the loudspeaker, “Welcome aboard everybody. The National Nudity Day Cruise has officially begun. I hope you all have a wonderful time. The schedule for the rest of the day is as follows: In thirty minutes we will be at the three-mile limit. At that time you will hear the ship’s whistle blow five long blasts. That is the emergency signal and all passengers and crew are required to muster at the assigned station with their life preservers on. You will find the assigned station for each cabin on your cabin door. It is a federal law that all must attend the emergency drill. One ship just paid a large fine when they did not enforce the rule. So the drill will not end until we have a count that all passengers are at the drill. The Chase “After the emergency drill is over, there will be open seating for dinner in the main dining room. At eight o’clock I will give the three-day schedule at a talk in the ship’s bar and entertainment room. In case you miss my talk, each morning the ship’s newspaper will be put under your door describing the day’s activities. “With the ship passing the three-mile limit, the dress for the rest of the National Nudity Day Cruise is no clothes. The emergency drill will be nude for all—passengers and crew. I will see you in thirty minutes when the ship’s whistle sounds.” We were both silent after Jill stopped talking. Finally, Jean said, “Shit. I really don’t know if I can do this.” I responded, “Jean, we really don’t have much choice. We agreed with Jill that we would do it, and after thinking about it, I think there is another reason to do it.” Jill looked at me puzzled. I continued, “The man who is searching for you is on board the ship. He doesn’t know you are now my wife Jean Shipley, but he will be looking for someone who is hiding and who is out of place compared to the other passengers. I think we should do just the opposite of hiding—we should be Mr. and Mrs. Social—we should join every activity on the cruise and not try to hide. Does that make sense?” Jean nodded and said, “It makes sense, other than doing everything naked. I can’t believe I’m in this mess.” We sat there sipping our wine. I poured another glass for Jean. After about twenty minutes I said, “It’s getting close. We should get undressed.” Jean blushed. I said, “Jean, this is also the absolutely most embarrassing thing I have ever done in my life, but if we are going to get away, we have to do it.” I stood up and took off my clothes. The worst part was my shorts. I hooked my fingers underneath the elastic and pushed them down my legs. I sat back in the chair. Fortunately, I did not have an erection. I looked at Jean. Her face was red. I could see her eyes becoming moist—the beginning of tears. She stood up and took off her jacket and put it on the couch. Her skirt followed. She hesitated and then reached behind her and unclasped her bra. As it dropped to the floor, I could see that my impression was correct—she had absolutely beautiful breasts. They did not sag, but rather jutted out from her chest. Her small areolas circled small nipples. Finally, she reached for her panties. She was crying now. Her fingers reached under the elastic and pushed her panties down; she stepped out of them and sat down. She was beautiful. Her legs were long and slim. Her pubic hair was untrimmed, but hinted at the jewels underneath. Her flat stomach and magnificent breasts completed the picture. She was crying, and I said, “Jean, you are an absolutely beautiful woman; there is no reason to cry or be ashamed. I dream about being with a woman with such a sexy body.” Of course, what one would expect to happen, did happen—I had an enormous erection. She looked at me shocked, and then giggled. Now it was my turn to blush. I fought my initial urge to hide my erection; instead it just stood there for both of us to see. She said, “You have a lie detector built into you and I believe you when you say you think I am attractive.” I replied, “Jean, this is the most way out thing I have ever been in during my entire life. Being naked with you is weird, but you are stunningly beautiful. Hopefully, my erections will calm down as I get used to seeing you naked, but I can’t guarantee that. Just remember that our story is that we have been married for five years and live in Orlando. We will have to fake the rest of it.” Jean started to say something, but the ship’s whistle started blasting—it was the emergency drill signal. I stood up and took two life preservers from our closet and gave one to Jean. We put them on, so now the upper part of our bodies was covered, but we were naked from the waist down. We left the cabin and went to our muster post. We stood in line with the other couples; all naked from the waist down. A ship’s officer came up to us and checked that the life preservers were fastened correctly and then the role call was taken. All the passengers were present. Finally Jill came to our part of the deck. She had beautiful legs and her pubic hairs were blond—she was a natural blond and it was cut in a heart shape. She started to speak that the drill was almost over and, of course, I had another erection. I felt Jean giggling, and tried to ignore her, and Jill, and every one of the twenty-nine female passengers that were standing naked next to me. My erection did not easily go away. The only good thing is that no one laughed at me, not counting Jean who was now only chuckling at my problem. We were dismissed from the drill and went back to the cabin to return the life preservers. Jean looked at me and said, “I am starving to death; I haven’t had any food for over twenty-four hours. Could we just go to dinner?” So off we went to dinner. We stood together naked in front of an equally naked Matre’d who said, “This is open seating. Sit wherever you want.” We walked into the room and were looking for an empty table when I heard, “Hey you two; why don’t you join us?” I looked and saw the source of the voice—a fifty something women and her husband. I looked at Jean and she nodded, “Why not?” We walked over to the table and I said, “Thanks for the invitation. I am Bob Shipley and this is my wife Jean.” The woman answered, “I am Susan Jacobs and this is my husband Rob. I saw that you are first timers and thought it would be nice to talk to you.” Jean asked, “How do you know we are first timers?” Susan laughed and said, “Well Bob, you have been fully or semi erect for a while; right?” I liked her. She might have been past fifty, but her breasts were firm and her body was obviously in good shape. I said smiling, “Susan, I will have you know that I have had only one erection since coming on board—it started at the boat drill and hasn’t stopped since. Is there a cure?” Rob answered, “Well probably not until you go to bed tonight, but eventually all these tits and ass will be normal to you. I went through your problem years ago, but after twenty-five years of seeing the naked female, it gets less exciting. Now I see beautiful females all day and Susan takes care of me at night. Who could ask for anything more?” They were a delightful couple—smart, funny and great talkers. They had been nudists since their early twenties and thought the National Nudity Day concept was wonderful. We ordered our meal and it was excellent. The conversation was lively as Susan and Rob told us hilarious stories of their adventures in nudism. We finished desert and wished them a good evening. Jean looked at me and said, “I forgot to buy something at the gift shop. Would you take me there?” She went in the shop and came out a few minutes later. I looked at her and she looked exhausted. Then it dawned on me; not only had she not eaten in twenty-four hours, but she probably hadn’t slept either. The food and earlier wine had obviously hit her. I took her arm and led her back to our cabin. I forced her to go to the bathroom and when she came out, tucked her into bed. I think she was asleep when I kissed her lips, but maybe there was a small response back as my lips felt something…maybe? I woke up the next morning at about eight o’clock—much later than my normal time but the events of yesterday and the rocking of the boat combined to make me pass out. Jean was still asleep. I showered and shaved and did my thing; Jean was still asleep so I left the cabin in search of early morning coffee. When I came back she was in the bathroom. I sat down and waited. The bathroom door finally opened and she came out. She looked at me and then blushed and said, “It just looks better this way.” She had trimmed her pubic hair into two strips like railroad tracks and the hair coloring that she had bought the previous night had matched her pubic hair with her head—a light chestnut color. It was a sensual picture. I thought and then felt, “God damn it; another erection.” I said, “Jean, I’m sorry, but you and your body are turning me on. If I had clothes, you wouldn’t know it, but how can I hide it when I’m naked?” She laughed and said, “First I need some coffee and then I want to go to the horse races—the ship’s newspaper said they start at ten o’clock. At ten o’clock we were on the sun deck with most of the passengers. Jill was on the stage describing what was going to happen. Her very sexy, nude body was in full display, but much to my surprise, for the first time there was no erection. Jill announced, “We are going to have six horses in the race and you are invited to bet your money on any of the six. We have laid out the racecourse into squares. We will throw three dice each time and whichever number comes up, the horse with that number will advance one square. So if the three dice come up one, two, and two. The one horse will move up one square and the two horse will move up two squares. “There will be two races so we will also have a daily double bet. If you bet the winner of the first race and the winner of the second race, you win the double. “So first let’s pick the horses and then we will let the bets be made.” Jill chose four men for positions one through four and then announced, “And now we need two fillies.” She looked at Jean and said, “Jean, why don’t you be horse number five?” Jean looked at me and I said, “Play the game. We aren’t hiding, remember?” Jean stood up and grinned to the crowd and went to the fifth position. The sixth person was chosen and the betting began. The crowd was in a happy mood and it took a while to take all the bets. Jill announced that the pots were bigger than normal. The race began as the dice were thrown. Each time a five was thrown, Jean moved up one square and then grinned at the crowd and raised her hands over her head in a victory clinch. Horse one and Jean—horse five—had one square to go to win. The dice came out two, two, and five. Jean won! She was excited and jumped in the air; a happy grin was on her face. It was obvious that she had forgotten that she was nude. I was happy for two reasons: she was happy, and I had bet ten dollars on her. The odds were seven to one so I was going to collect seventy dollars. Jill announced that the second and final race would begin in ten minutes. The horses were the same. I had bet ten dollars on the daily double—Jean and Jean. With my seventy dollars that I just won, I bet another ten dollars. It was a repeat of the first race except this time Jean won by five squares. This time the winner paid six to one, so I would collect sixty dollars. However, the daily double paid out two hundred dollars! Jean came running over to me grinning and said, “I won twice!” I answered, “And I won some money betting on you, but I have an idea.” I told her what to tell Jill and she went to Jill and spoke to her. Jill went back on stage and announced, “Bob and Jean Shipley won the daily double for two hundred dollars. They want to share their winnings with you and so starting at happy hour tonight in the ship’s bar, the first two hundred dollars of drinks are free.” The passengers cheered our gesture. Passengers, thanking her for her thoughtfulness, surrounded Jean. She was beaming with a happy smile on her face. Later that morning we were on the sun deck laying on air mattresses when Jill walked by. She said, “Don’t get careless. This sun is super dangerous and you will burn much faster than you expect. Make sure you have lotion on. I got our lotion and put it on myself, and Jean put it on her front. She looked at me and I asked, “I will put it on your back if you roll over?” She nodded yes and rolled over. Starting at her neck I put lotion over every inch of her body that was not touching the ground. It was erotic. I had another erection. Jean felt me, but politely ignored it. Then she did the same to me. At one point she straddled my legs as she attacked my back with the sun tan lotion. I could feel her pubic hairs and another erection started; this time no one could see it. Later in the day they announced the beauty contest. Jean and I both signed up for it. For the women who went on the stage the scoring was on legs, back including butt, breasts, and overall figure—one through ten at ten the highest. Jean went on the stage and stood for a moment and then turned around to show her back. She waved to the scorers and left the stage. When it was my turn, I tried to do the same. Jean was much better than me. Later in the afternoon we joined the trivia quiz contest. We came in tenth out of ten—obviously, trivia was not our thing. Happy hour was a fun party; everybody was drinking on us! For dinner we joined a table for eight. After we sat down I felt Jean poke my leg under the table; the man who had been at the restaurant was at our table. His companion was a female with large breasts and a hard face—the face was real; the breasts were another matter. During the meal he seemed to pay a lot of attention to us and kept asking about how we found out about the ship. I explained that we had heard about it and weren’t sure whether to go or not, but when we hit the roadblock at Oceanside, we decided it was fate that we should go. At one point he said, “Carol, are you having fun.” Jean squeezed my leg and kept talking to me when he repeated, “Carol.” She looked at him and in a puzzled voice said, “Are you talking to me? My name is Jean.” He apologized and started talking to someone else. Jean never let go of my thigh. The meal finally ended and we escaped. The music was playing in the bar room and we went there for a last drink. A slow dance song started and without thinking, I asked Jean for a dance. She looked at me shocked, and then nodded yes. It finally dawned on me; we were going to dance, but we were naked. How could I have forgotten? We went to the dance floor and started dancing. I kept a normal space between us. What a mistake. My erection was enormous and, with the polite space I had created, seen by all on the dance floor. Seeing my problem Jean moved into me. I now was pushing into her pelvis, but it was between us. She put her arms around my neck and my arms circled her back. The song ended and we escaped from the dance floor. My erection was still visible to all who cared to look. We reached our cabin and Jean said, “I think we fooled the man at the table tonight. What do you think?” I answered, “I agree. When you didn’t answer to ‘Carol’ I think he lost interest in you. We are going to have to throw away the clothes you were wearing. Probably the best thing is to move the money to my suitcase and throw the clothes and gym bag overboard. I will do it later.” The silence started and then she looked into my eyes and said, “Thank you for everything.” She leaned into me and we kissed. Her breasts pushed into me and my erection pushed into her. The kiss ended and she left me and went to her bed. A signal? I didn’t know. I finally said, “Good night Jean.” There was no answer. She was asleep. We woke up the next day at about the same time. After cleaning up we went to the sun deck. The first game of the day was ‘name that song.’ We did better this time; we came in third. The prize was two ship T-shirts, but only to be worn after the cruise was over. We tanned for a while and then Jean suggested we go to the giant hot tub on the upper deck. It was a hot tub for twelve in a circle. We sat next to each other, our legs touching and then my hands went to her thighs and I rubbed them—the bubbles hid everything. She put her hand on mine as I rubbed the top of her thighs and then her inner thighs lightly. In the late afternoon everyone gathered at the sun deck. The prizes were to be awarded. There were many prizes—best joke told, funniest face, biggest lie and so on—and then some more serious prizes. Jill announced that the prize for the friendliest female was…Jean Shipley! Everyone cheered—Jean had become a very popular person on the cruise. Then after some more awards Jill said that the prize for Ms. National Nude Day female was close, but that the winner scored number one in breasts and legs and two in back with a one in overall appearance, and the winner was Jean! Jean jumped up and walked to the stage. Jill and Jean hugged each other and, laughing with happiness, Jean accepted her trophy. She came off the stage beaming with happiness. We had dinner with the friends we had made and then moved to the ship’s bar and entertainment center. After several rounds of drinks, Jill took the stage and thanked us all for a wonderful cruise. She announced, “The dancing should rightfully begin with Ms. National Nude Day Cruise winner Jean Shipley.” We went to the dance floor and the music started—a slow dance. She came into me. Her arms around me neck pulling her to me. Mr. always erection was there and forced itself against her pelvis. She pulled me closer. One more slow dance later and we were history. We went to our cabin. It’s hard to be subtle when you start out naked. I pulled her to me and we kissed, and then our tongues touched. Her breasts pushed against my chest. The kiss ended and I looked at her and said, “Jean, Ms. National Nude Day queen, we’ve been married five years, can we make love for the first time?” Happy tears came eyes; she nodded yes and we kissed again. I led her to her bed and she lay down. I knelt next to the bed. Her eyes watched me as our tongues probed each other; my hands cupped her breasts. Her light perfume scent with our kissing as my hands caressed her breasts was overwhelmingly sensual. My mouth left hers and kissed the mounds of her breasts and then started teasing her areolas with wet circles of licks. My hands went to her vulva and felt her wet pubic hair. My fingers swept repeatedly through her pubic hair like a giant comb. My tongue finally licked her nipple; I heard a sharp intake of her breath and then a moan. As I sucked her nipples, my fingers explored her vagina. First one finger, then two entered her and gently apply pressure to her inner wall. Her moans were now frequent and louder. Her hips arched into my hand. My mouth left her nipples and started licking and kissing her inner thighs. Moments later Jean begged and pleaded me to enter her—to put her out of this sexual torture. I knelt on her bed as she spread her legs wider for me. She gasped, “Yes,” as I entered her. Three days of nude bodies teasing our senses erupted in a violent physical coupling of lust and love—both bodies seeking release by using the other’s body. Minutes later we lay exhausted in each other’s arms. We lay on our sides kissing each other; expressing our new love that we had found on this nude ship. I asked, “Will you drive with me to Las Vegas Jean Shipley; pretend to be my wife for a few months, and then maybe turn pretend into real?” A single tear ran down her cheek as she nodded her head. Two more times that night we made love—each time more tender than the last, but in some ways, each time more intense with love replacing lust as the catalyst of desire. The ship docked the next morning. I saw the man and woman who had been searching for Carol leave the ship first. A man who was standing on the dock met the couple. The three talked briefly, and then all three drove away. We had volunteered to drive Rob and Susan to a local airport—I thought that four people would be less suspicious than two if the police were still looking for her. Jean was wearing her ship’s T-shirt and white shorts that matched. Her new haircut, hair color and suntan was a contrast against her white shorts and T-shirt; she was stunning! The Chase As we left Oceanside we were surprised to see a police car alongside the road. Two policemen stopped each car and then waved the car through. I felt Jean’s hand clutch my thigh. When it was our turn a cop looked into both front windows. I joked, “If you are looking for the Ms. National Nude Day queen, you found her. Jean looked at each one and gave a big grin to each; her breasts pushed against her thin T-shirt. The first cop looked at her breasts and said, “Have a good day folks.” As we drove away I heard one cop say to the other, “God damn, I wish we were looking for that one; what a knockout.” Susan said from the back seat, “You really are a knockout Jean. But I have a serious question to ask you two. Do you plan to celebrate National Nudity Day next year?” Jean answered for both of us, “How could we not celebrate it next year—after all it was the best day of our lives!” The Chase Sonya propped herself up on her elbow, watching the woman laying next to her sleep. She had a triumphant smile on her face, recalling last night and the culmination of weeks of pursuit. Julia even accepted the challenge. She must have thought she was safe from Sonya. Shielded behind her husband of 30 years, her children and grandchildren, her professional position, she had been completely confident she could resist a 19 year old lesbian student. "But you were wrong, weren't you?" Sonya whispered in glee to Julia, and to herself. From the first day Sonya had taken one of her classes she had wanted her. The much older woman was dressed simply but stylishly, in a blouse and knee length skirt. Standing at her lectern in the front of the hall, as she covered the course syllabus she slipped one foot from her heel, absently flexing her knee. Sonya studied her. The silk stockings that covered her shapely legs, still so attractive at 55. A trim ankle matched the other, and Sonya had taken a deep breath as she imagined them tied to the posts of her bed. Sonya remembered licking her lips and the excitement must have shown through because she saw Julia looking at her. Somehow the female professor had realized her student's intentions even as they crystallized. Julia gave a tolerant smile. Sonya could see her thinking, "Not in a million years, young woman." Julia had made Sonya chase her long and for most of the fall term. Sonya had made no secret about her intentions. She had spent their first student/teacher conference with her eyes traveling up and down her professor's rounded body, making no secret of her admiration. Julia had simply smiled and refused to let the young gay woman's interest fluster her. Indeed, Sonya thought that Julia actually enjoyed being thought of sexually. She was sure that Julia's husband, also a professor at the college, couldn't be satisfying the needs of his wife. After all, she reasoned, they had been married so long they were surely in the dreaded relationship rut. Probably didn't do it monthly, and even then it was "Wham, Bam, Thank You Ma'am". Everyone knew that's how marriage went. So Sonya kept up the pressure. She wore skimpy outfits to class. She discontinued wearing a bra to Julia's class, even going so far as to remove it in the bathroom just before going in. She made it a point to brush against Julia at every opportunity. Daringly, she pressed her breasts against her arm, knowing the other woman could feel her stiff nipples through the thin material. The resulting gasp made her day. The term drew towards its conclusion. Sonya knew that Julia was weakening. In spite of herself, it seemed, her eyes rested on the young woman all during class. When Sonya made her almost daily visit to her teacher's office, she could see the older woman's gaze was becoming filled with a reluctant desire. It was time to push. "We're having an end of course party after finals at my apartment, Ms Julia." Sonya leaned against the doorway of Julia's office. She slipped on foot from her shoe. Slowly she slid the bottom of her foot up and down her other calf. "We've discussed it and it would be great if you would come." Sonya anticipated Julia's automatic protest and blandly issued a challenge. "Of course, if you're worried that something might happen, that you couldn't control your actions, I would understand if you declined." Julia's eyes were fixed on the movement of Sonya's leg. Startled, she pulled her gaze away and stammered out an acceptance. Sonya took the piece of paper she had previously written her address and directions on and slipped it into Julia's hand. For much longer than it seemed, she held Julia's hand, savoring the warmth of it. She was sure it wasn't her imagination when she felt the other's fingers tighten on hers. Saturday night seemed to take forever to arrive. The party was well underway when Sonya answered yet another knock. This time it was Julia. Sonya smiled happily as she invited the older woman inside. Her eyes followed the movement of Julia's body as she followed her to the living room. A black skirt over dark stockings and black heels was complimented by a white blouse. With a wicked grin, Sonya noted the blouse was cut fairly low and the top button was undone, affording a glimpse of a black lace bra and the creamy flesh it held in check. Julia's arrival was hailed with enthusiasm by the other students. The female professor was actually quite popular with her students. She was an interesting teacher and while she made them all work in class, she graded fairly but with leniency to anyone who worked hard.. Sonya also noted that hers weren't the only eyes drawn to their professor's legs when she sat down on a vacant space on the couch and crossed her legs. Several male students were also absorbed in the sight. They clustered around Julia, lavishing her with genuine, if clumsy, praise and flirtation. Sonya smiled inward. She made no attempt to make the slightest movement towards Julia. Instead, she concentrated on being a good hostess, and incidentally kept the wine glasses in the area of the couch well filled. She was confident in Julia's ability to brush off amorous male students. At the same time, the flattery was making the comely older woman relax and flirt back somewhat as she emptied more than one glass. As Julia talked freely to all her admirers Sonya simply refilled her wine glass each time she passed without any additional comment. The evening grew late. Bit by bit the students drifted away, sometimes alone, sometimes in pairs. Sonya closed the door after the last straggler and quietly locked the door. She returned to the couch where Julia was still sitting. She sat down next to the professor, sitting on one leg, the other dangling freely. Her short skirt rode up so far that the older woman was able to instantly realize that Sonya's panties were nothing but a wisp of white lace barely covering the lips of her pussy. The young student smiled inwardly as she saw Julia's gaze lock between her legs. Now was the time. She leaned over. Taking Julia's face in her hands she kissed her. For a long, long moment Julia's lips clung to Sonya's. Then, her eyes widened and she suddenly freed herself and stood up. Picking up her handbag, she spoke in a shaky voice. "I think I better go." She backed away towards the door. Sonya intercepted her. She knew the moment had come. Her arms trapped Julia against the wall and her mouth darted to capture the older woman's lips. She felt Julia's lips part, accepting her kiss for a long moment. Sonya took the handbag, tossed it on the couch and grasped Julia's hands in hers. Walking backwards, she led her quarry into the hallway. As though realizing the bedroom and the bed lay at the end of the hall, Julia resisted again. "No, no, I can't. Its gone too far. I never thought it would come to this." Sonya threw her slender frame against Julia's full, rounded body. She slid one hand inside the opening of the frilly blouse and plunged it inside the lacey bra. The other hand dipped to run up the stocking covered leg, pulling Julia's skirt up to the point that Sonya's fingers reached the smooth flesh above the stocking top. She ran her nails along the inside of Julia's thigh. The older woman moaned as Sonya licked her ear and whispered, "No, its gone just where you wanted it to go." Feeling Julia weaken, Sonya pulled her towards the bedroom. She freed Julia's right breast, her palm picking up the hammering of older woman's heart. She began to roll the stiff nipple, pinching it in her fingers. Her other hand crept up to press against Julia's panty covered mound. Sonya smiled triumphantly as she felt how soaked the lace material was. Julia moaned. Her effort to push Sonya away were becoming weaker. Her protests lacked force, becoming almost begging. "Please Sonya, please, don't. I don't dare. I've never done this, my husband, please, if he ever heard." Sonya straightened. She put both hands on Julia's shoulders and pushed. "Its too late for games. I know you want this as much or even more than I do." Julia shook her head violently, but even as she did, her knees were buckling. "Enough." Sonya commanded. "Get dust circles on those knees." Julia dropped to her knees and Sonya pushed her own skirt up. "Take down my panties." Ignoring a final muffled protest, she went on. "Do it!" She felt cool air rush over her wet pussy and felt the lacey material slide down her legs. Quickly stepping out of them she unzipped and dropped her skirt. Sonya paused to savor the moment. She had won. This woman almost three times her age was kneeling before her. She pushed Julia's face to her, feeling the last resistance giving way. "Oh yes, I feel your breath on me. In only moments you're going to be a lesbian. You want me so badly. You want to taste me." Sonya shoved her pelvis forward and with an almost despairing moan, Julia seized the young woman's hips and drove her face between the slender legs. Sonya's back arched as Julia's mouth covered her pussy. She firmly kept the older woman's face tight to her, whispering instructions that grew louder and louder as Julia's tongue rasped up and down her teenaged slit. Her hips bucked as she felt Julia penetrate her vaginal opening and drive along her silk walls. "Yes, yes, yes," Sonya's head rolled on her shoulders. Julia's tongue jammed deep in her pussy. Sonya felt herself building to her boiling point. With an almost guttural cry of victory, she seized Julia's hair and slammed the woman's face into her, her hips grinding her spasming pussy against the kneeling woman's mouth. "Eat me, fuck me, drink me. You love it, you slut." In the throes of her orgasm she pulled Julia's hair to hold her tightly to her. She rode up on her toes, forcing herself down on her teacher. "Suck my cunt, swallow my girl cum. Its what you've wanted you isn't it, you sweet cuntlicker." Julia's muffled wordless cries matched Sonya's screams and the young woman felt her lover's mouth clamp over her pussy just as an unbelievable orgasm shook her. "Yieeee!" Sonya thought she was going to faint from the shocks racking through her body. She fell to her knees, clutching Julia to her and holding her as her body was racked with the shudders of her release. When the trembling subsided, Sonya lifted Julia's head from where it had buried against her shoulder. She anxiously scanned the older woman's face. "Are you okay," she asked, hesitantly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, well, to act quite like that." To her intense relief, the other woman smiled and gave her a deep sticky kiss. "Its okay. If you were as turned on as I was, I understand why you acted wild. It was," Sonya almost laughed at the sight of her articulate teacher searching for words, "It was incredible. Wow." Sonya stood on wobbling legs and helped Julia back up to her feet. Taking the older woman's arm she pulled her into the bedroom. She pushed her over to the bed and commanded, "Take your clothes off, now." Julia nodded, fumbling her blouse open. Wordlessly she dropped it to the floor, following it with her bra and skirt. When she sat on the edge of the bed and rolled her stockings down her legs, Sonya thought it was one of the most erotic sights she had ever seen. "Oh darling." Sonya's eyes raked over the full luscious curves, "You are so beautiful." Even under the circumstances, Julia blushed. "Lay back on the bed." As the trembling woman complied, Sonya shed the rest of her clothing. She leaned against the foot of the bed. Gently she took Julia's ankles and spread the other woman's legs. Kneeling between the outstretched legs, she ran her fingertips along their inside curves, murmuring softly, "Oh so nice and smooth." She leaned forward, tracing the kneecaps and then up the thighs. "So damp here, lover," as her questing fingers reached the beginning of Julia's curly vaginal hair. Julia's eyes widened and misted as Sonya ran her fingers through the already soaked hair, then along Julia's labia. The older woman barely smothered a scream as her student slipped both forefingers inside her. "Mmmm, you do like that. But not yet, not yet," Sonya cautioned with an impish smile. She slid her fingers back down Julia's legs, ignoring a whine of frustration. Kneeling upright, she closed her eyes and stroked herself, opening her own slit with her fingers already wet with Julia's juices. She teased herself, now briefly touching her clit, now rubbing the length of her pussy. "Please," the older woman's hoarse plea broke reached her ears. "Please what, lover?" Sonya smiled down at Julia, as she continued to touch herself. "Please, please, let me. I want you. I want you again." Sonya leaned way over and kissed Julia. Carefully she turned around on the bed. A happy moan came from under her as she lowered herself down to Julia's waiting face. At the same time she pushed her hands under the older woman's full rounded ass and lifted the still uneaten pussy to her mouth. She breathed the enticing aroma of the older woman and dropped her mouth to Julia's soaked cunt. This time there was no hesitation. They each matched the other, stroke for stroke, lick for lick. Faster and deeper, each one strove to bring the other to the point of no return. Sonya wildly licked and tongued Julia's delicious sweetness, reveling in the response of her lover to each touch and shaking from the return ministrations of the woman under her. "Ahhh," breathed Julia and her body strained up against the teenager. Sonya had been trying to hold back and with a long sigh of relief she dropped down on Julia , crushing the two bodies together as they both came in one long sweet rush. Exhausted from the passion and excitement of the night as well as the fury of their lovemaking, the two women struggled to find a way into each other's arms. They barely managed to snuggle tightly together before they both slipped off into a deep sleep. Morning came and Julia awoke slowly. She rolled onto her side facing Sonya. With her eyes still closed she mumbled, "Good morning sweetheart." Sonya grinned as she leaned close to the other woman. "Good morning to you too... sweetheart." Julia sat bolt upright in the bed. Realizing she was nude, she clutched the sheet up around her neck. She flushed and almost inaudibly whimpered, "Oh my God." She looked around the room wildly and then back at Sonya. She all but wailed, "Oh my GOD." a second time. Sonya laughed. "Well, dear professor of mine, it seems you were the fly and I was the spider all along. How do you feel this morning, knowing that now you are well and good an experienced pussy eater?" She bent one knee and exposed herself. "Want some more of this now?" Julia shook her head madly. With a third "Oh my God", its volume somewhere between the first two statements, she swung her legs off the bed and groped for her clothes. "They're over here, you gorgeous middle-aged lesbian," Sonya laughed, knowing instantly what Julia was looking for. "All except for this nice pair of still wet, black lace panties. They're mine from now on as a souvenir." "Sonya," Julia faltered, then rallied. "Sonya, whatever happened last night, and oh it was amazing, so amazing. I never knew that sex with another woman could be anything like that. But still, please," Julia came around to Sonya's side of the bed and knelt down, looking beseechingly in the other woman's eyes. "Please let this be a secret. Please, don't ask me out again." Sonya lifted an eyebrow. "Never?" "Please, never." Julia grasped Sonya's hands. "This could ruin me, don't you see? My marriage, my career, even my children, I could lose all of them. I know you think I'm some kind of slut, but I really love my husband. Yes, its not the wild, fulfilling sex we had last night, but I'm comfortable with him. Please don't make me throw that away. After all," Julia suddenly stood, She lifted her arms and turned slowly in a circle. "How much are you going to want this body in just a few years, especially when you meet someone as young and vibrant as you are?" Sonya looked Julia over carefully. "God, she was right," she realized. In the harsher light of day, the older woman's body showed its age. Her rounded hips, her stomach, her breasts all sagged slightly. Without makeup the crowsfeet around her eyes showed, as did the marks left by bearing her children. Besides, Sonya realized, the thrill was over. The chase had been the exciting part. Not that last night had been anything but wonderful but a repeat wasn't what she wanted. In fact, a slight shudder ran through her body. What if Julia became obsessed with her? First experiences could do that, she knew. The business career she hoped for would hardly be helped by a college scandal that involved her and a tenured female professor. Especially a married one. Sighing deeply, Sonya looked up at the pleading face. "You're right, of course. I promise. I will behave." She thought for a moment. "How about you? Now that you've tasted another woman, are you going to be able to resist it yourself?" The relief that had washed over Julia's face was obvious. She scampered into her clothes. Holding her shoes and stockings in one hand, she ran her other fingers through her tangled hair. "I don't know," she admitted. "But this was very special, what happened here. I don't think this will come around to me the same way again." She leaned over the bed and kissed the young woman briefly. "Thank you." She turned and left the bedroom. Sonya heard the front door click shut. She stretched. Sliding her hand under her pillow she retrieved Julia's black panties. She grinned and slipped them back under the pillow, closed her eyes and went back to sleep. (The End) (Epilogue) Julia managed to unlock her BMW, tossed her heels and pocketbook inside, and collapsed into the driver's seat. She gave a deep sigh and examined herself in the mirror. She looked every bit of 55 this morning, no makeup, barefoot, her clothes completely disarrayed. She smiled, a bit sadly. Nothing like waking up next to someone to test how they really felt about you. Speaking of that, she drove well away from Sonya's apartment building before stopping and getting her cell phone out of the glove box. She pushed the first stored number and her face lit up when a deep male voice answered on the second ring. "Good morning honey." She paused "Yes, its a very good morning. It was a very good night too. Details? You scamp. I'll save them for when we're together and you can take advantage of them. I'll just say she put the full court press on last night. I stretched it out as long as I dared, but then I thought she was going to give in to my pleas and stop. I had to suddenly surrender." Julia laughed merrily. "After that, well, it got juicy." "Yes, I gave her the begging routine this morning. 'Please, my husband can't ever find out' and all the rest of it. She swore she would keep it a secret. Yes she will, she's so smug about having seduced me it will be a memory she'll treasure forever. She'll pass me in the hallway with a grin on her face and I'll pretend to be embarrassed." Julia giggled. "Speaking of details, did your little coed finally seduce you last night? She did. Good for you, I mean, good for her. Did you make her work hard at it? And swear her to secrecy also? 'My job, my wife, etc'. We are so bad honey." Thoughtfully, she paused. "Its been what, six or seven years since we both completed our, what did you call it once? Our annual 'student projects' on the same night." She sobered for a moment. "Its 'Same Time, Next Year', only we each have a different partner each time. Just once a year. 364 days we're the completely monogamous couple. That one-nighter we each allow the other keeps things so fresh between us. I bet they have no idea that after all these years we're still getting it on all over the house and just about every day." The Chase "And you know something else darling? It makes me feel so womanly, so sexy, not only that the younger women, and men, pursue me, but that every year you come right back to me. Regardless of how cute that little coed is that you get, or I get, nobody ever loves me as well, and as often as you do." She checked the time on the clock and smiled happily. "I love you too, sweetheart. I'll be home in about 30 minutes. What do you say? Breakfast to regain our strength and then story telling time? Great. See you then." Julia restarted her car. She tested her seatbelt and checked all her mirrors before pulling onto the street and heading home. After all, a person has to be careful. (The Real End) The Chase I checked the contents of my purse one last time: lipstick, compact, some bobby pins, Altoids, tissues, hairbrush, cell phone, wallet, room key, car key, cigarettes and lighter. I added the case for the sunglasses which were gaily perched on top of my head. With that, I took a deep breath, and after a final glance at my hair and makeup in the mirror on the closet door, I opened the door to my hotel room and stepped out into the hall. It was deserted except for a lone housekeeper's cart, and I encountered no one on my way to the elevator. Looking down self-consciously at my feet, I was struck as always by how dainty they looked in high heels. My legs, shimmering in sheer nylons, radiated femininity under my swaying skirt, and the appearance of breasts jutting against my soft pink sweater completed the illusion. By the time the elevator arrived, I was already beginning to think of myself as the woman I pretended to be. There were no strange glances from the guests and hotel employees I encountered on my way through the lobby, and my confidence was soaring as I opened the door to my rental car and sat down in the driver's seat, carefully sliding my legs in behind me. I tugged my short skirt down towards my knees after I closed the door, and I felt an ache in my panties as I glanced down at the froth of lace peeking out over my nylons. The feelings were intensified when I studied the face of the girl looking back at me in the vanity mirror. Long lashes fluttered over her smoky eyes, and glistening pink lips parted in a shy smile as she inhaled the seductive scent of her own cologne. "Hey, good looking,'" I said to myself in a girlish voice as I pulled down my sunglasses and started the ignition. "Let's go shopping." I was on a business trip to Los Angeles, staying at a hotel off the San Diego Freeway. After two grueling days of meetings, I had a free evening ahead of me, and I'd been hardly able to contain myself as the bewitching hour approached. The contents of my extra suitcase had been lovingly hung in anticipation, and the previous night had been spent shaving my body before tossing and turning in my satin nightgown and panties. Now that "she" was me, the daily grind had been replaced by a feeling of near-euphoria as I reveled in the sensations of sheer femininity. Maybe that was what distracted me, or maybe I just took my eyes off the road while searching for a soft rock station in harmony with my mood. Whatever the reason, before I knew it I was midway through a busy intersection with a red light against me and horns blaring from all directions. Survival instinct kicked in, and I saw a narrow opening ahead of me, floored the accelerator, and shot through the gap into the clear. The entry to the freeway was just ahead, and my knees were shaking as I eased my car onto the ramp. That was too close, I said to myself. Just imagine if you'd had an accident or been pulled over by a cop in this getup! With no driver's license on me, I would have been in a hell of a mess. Girl, you've gotta be more careful.... My relief was short-lived. When I glanced into the rear-view mirror before merging onto the freeway, I saw red lights flashing behind me. Shit! The California Highway Patrol! Once again, blind instinct kicked in. Without thinking, I floored the accelerator and swerved onto the right shoulder, passing several vehicles before cutting back into traffic. The CHIP turned on his siren, and before I knew it he was hanging on my rear bumper, commanding me to pull over through a bullhorn. No fucking way, I said to myself. If I get pulled over now, they'll arrest me for sure, and what chance will I have in a holding cell dressed like this? Sweat began pouring down the side of my face, creating little rivulets in my makeup, and the scent of fear mixed freely with my cologne. What did I know about high speed chases? They seemed to be a nightly occurrence in LA, if the attention given to them on the evening news was any indication. The fleeing drivers were almost never stopped. Rather, the police seemed content to stalk them until they ran out of gas or piled up against some innocent motorist in their way. A glance at my fuel gauge confirmed that I had almost three-quarters of a tank. I slowed down and engaged the cruise control. It's going to be a long night, I said to myself as my thoughts wandered back to the way this all started. * * * "Girls, make sure you keep an eye on your brother." "Oh Mom, do we have to?" "Yes, you have to! I'll be back from the store in about an hour. If you go outside, take Andy with you." It was the first day of summer vacation for my sisters, and they were itching to join their friends at the makeshift clubhouse that the neighborhood girls had erected as their sanctuary. When they told me where we were going, they practically had to drag me out of the house. Who wanted to spend a beautiful afternoon with a bunch of girls in a stupid tent? I could get cooties! At first, I thought I had a reprieve. "Girls only!" one of their friends shouted as we approached. "He's just our dumb brother. We're stuck watching him till our mom gets back." "You know the rules!" "Can't we come in? Please?" "Hmmm....maybe we can make an exception. Wait here." The sounds of giggling soon emanated from inside the tent, and when the ringleader emerged, there was a fiendish grin on her face. "OK, you can come in, and bring your brother. We voted unanimously to let him in if he pretends to be a girl." All hell broke loose as I tried desperately to get away. Strong-armed by a posse of cackling girls, before I knew it I was being pinned down on a blanket while the girls began removing my clothes. "We have just the thing for him to wear!" one of them said. "The Alice in Wonderland costume from the school play!" I squirmed and struggled in vain as I was slowly transformed into Alice, complete with a blue and white frock with a lacy petticoat, white knee sox and Mary Janes. My blonde hair was just long enough for them to pull back and tie with a ribbon, and as the final indignity they smeared my lips with sweet-tasting gloss. I was crying so hard I finally stopped struggling, and when they were through with me, I was whimpering on the blanket when my mother suddenly came into the tent. "Girls? Where's your brother?" she demanded. When they pointed me out, my mother did a double-take, and suddenly the biggest grin came over her face. "Andy? Is that you?" "Y-y-y-y-yes," I stammered. "Oh dear, you are absolutely precious! I always wondered what you would have looked like as a girl. Will you please stay like that for a little while?" "Yea!" the girls cheered as my mother led my out of their lair. For the rest of the afternoon, she pretended that I was her daughter as I skulked around the house. Trying to coax me out of my funk, she wrapped an apron around my dress and asked me to help her bake my favorite cookies, and then we sat down together on the glider out on the porch. She braided my longish hair as she told me stories about her girlhood, and as the hours passed I found myself becoming close to her in a way that I had never known. My father had left us shortly after I was born, and my two sisters always seemed to be competing for her attention. For once, I was the golden child, and found myself wishing that day could go on forever.... * * * "Pull over!" the bullhorn roared again, shattering my reverie. I glanced down at my shaking knees, looking pathetically vulnerable under my short skirt. How the hell had I gotten myself into this mess, and how was I ever going to get out of it? A glance in the rear-view mirror confirmed that there were at least three black-and-white patrol cars on my tail. How could I have been so stupid? From a simple infraction for running a red light, I had allowed the situation to escalate into resisting arrest, reckless endangerment...what else? As if in answer to my question, a voice broke into the soft rock on the radio. "Well, it's that time again, folks. If you're on the 405, I suggest you get off it. That's right, our nightly nutcase is on the run from the CHP, and they're rigging spike strips ahead of him to spoil the fun. Chopper 8 from our TV affiliate is watching the show. What do you see, Ace?" "It's a white Taurus this time. Looks like a blonde behind the wheel, and from what I can see there aren't any passengers. She's been driving at the speed limit since she got on the freeway...." I craned my neck to look up into the sky, and sure enough, there were one...two...at least three helicopters buzzing overhead. One of them had police markings, and one of the others had to be the man I was listening to on the radio. "It looks like they're going to try to stop her before she gets any closer to LAX. She's just heading into the South Bay curve." I grimaced at the memory those words evoked. Geena, my first and only true love, was a South Bay girl, and I used to tease her about her incredible curves... * * * "Oh Andy, it's beautiful!" Geena gushed. We were seated in a quiet banquette at a restaurant in Marina del Rey, overlooking a perfect sunset and a thousand sailboats. She was beaming as I took the diamond choker from its Tiffany box and fastened it behind her elegant neck. "I love it, and I love you!" I felt the same way, and tonight was the night I was going to tell Geena about the "other woman". If I was going to spend the rest of my life with this person, we shouldn't have any secrets. "Geena, there's something about me that you should know." "What are you trying to tell me, Andy?" I struggled to find the right words. Although I had rehearsed this conversation a hundred times, it was still impossibly hard. "Come on, tell me! Are you a foreign spy? Do you have some horrible disease? Are you already married?" she teased me. "No, nothing like that." It all seemed so innocent, so harmless. How could she even care? "It's just that I...I like to...I like to dress up as a woman sometimes." "You what?" "Just for fun, every once in a while...." "Oh my God, Andy! Are you gay?" She raised her voice enough to attract the attention of the couples at the neighboring tables. "No! I'm not gay, and I love you, Geena." "As what, a sister?" "No, no..." "I just can't believe this. You're kidding me, right?" I hung my head in shame. "No." "Are you like a drag queen?" "No! I just, I don't know, like to do it sometimes...." "Do what?" "You know, put on some clothes...." "I'm sorry, but I don't know. Are you telling me that you like to wear panties? Are you wearing them now?" "No!" "What, then?" In desperation, I opened my wallet and hesitantly took out a picture of a pretty young woman, seated demurely on the sofa in my apartment. Geena snatched it out of my fingers and stared at her boyfriend dressed in a sweater and skirt. "My God, it's really you!" she said as she scrutinized it. "Did you shave your legs and put on pantyhose? Is that a wig?" "Yes," I managed to say. "Yuck!" "Geena, I thought you should know. I was hoping you'd understand...." "Understand what? That the guy I'm I love with wants to be a girl?" "No, that's not what I want." "Are we supposed to live as a couple of lesbos after you have the operation?" Her voice was breaking, and it seemed that everyone in the restaurant was staring at us. She was close to tears, and so was I. "I loved you, Andy." "And I love you, Geena. Please, just forget what I told you. I promise I'll never mention it again, and I won't dress up anymore," I said without conviction. "Yeah, right. I just can't believe you," she said through her tears. She got up to leave. "I need to be alone right now." As she was leaving, she reached back and unhooked her Tiffany choker. "Here, you wear this!" she cried before she ran out of the restaurant. * * * I fingered the choker around my neck, temporarily blinded by a searchlight from one of the helicopters as I followed the freeway's curve to the west. Where were we? "It's almost over," Ace in the traffic copter answered my question. "The CHP is diverting traffic off the freeway at Rosecrans, and they're getting ready with the spike strips." I glanced up and saw the exit sign for Inglewood Boulevard. Something tugged at my memory...the South Bay Galleria! I had shopped there en femme many times when I lived in LA, and there was a large parking garage that was safe for a woman alone at night. At the last possible second, I turned the wheel hard to the right, cut across two lanes of traffic, and careened down the exit ramp. I heard squealing tires and crashing metal behind me as the CHIPS tried to follow me, and by the looks of the chaos in my rear view mirror, none of them made it. I zoomed down the ramp and ran another red light turning left onto Inglewood on two wheels. It wasn't easy pressing the accelerator to the floor in high heels, but that's what I did. "Holy Moses, she's left the freeway and now she's driving like a bat out of hell on Inglewood!" Ace reported. I could tell that the police helicopter was right on top of me from the searchlight which framed my car. It was only a matter of minutes before more cop cars joined the chase. I ran two more red lights, narrowly missing an SUV, and screeched into the entrance to the Galleria at 70 miles an hour. The police copter hot on my tail, I jammed on the brakes, yielding to an approaching car, and slowed to a crawl as I entered the ramp to the parking garage. All I had to do now was keep my cool. I pulled into the first parking space I could find, grabbed my purse, and leaving the keys in the ignition, I started walking quickly across the garage towards Nordstroms. Fortunately, my tight skirt and heels forced me to adopt a feminine gait, and I looked like just another working woman in a hurry as I entered the crowded department store. The clicking and clacking of my high heels on the marble floor seemed surreal, and by the time I made it into the ladies lounge, my heartbeat was almost back to normal. I found an empty stall, shut myself in, and dropped to my knees, racked with fits of nausea. "Are you all right, dear?" a woman asked me. "I'm okay, thanks," I replied in a weak voice. "Just a touch of the flu." That sent her quickly on her way. Taking a deep breath, I lifted up my skirt and slip, pulled down my panties and hose, and collapsed onto the commode, cradling my head in my hands. I was shaking like a leaf. When I felt a little better, I pulled myself together and ventured out to the mirrored vanities. I was surprised to realize that I was still wearing my sunglasses. When I took them off, I looked like death warmed over. Slowly, deliberately I went to work with my comb, compact and lipstick. It didn't take long before I was almost presentable. I was still shaking as I munched on a handful of Altoids. Think, girl. What do the police have to go on? The driver of that car was a woman. At best, they got a look at your head and shoulders. A woman in a pink top, with long blonde hair and sunglasses. Hmmm.... I tossed my sunglasses into the trash, and went to work with some bobby pins. Soon my wig was pinned up in a French pleat. I looked even more like a working girl now, and when I left the ladies' room, there was a newfound confidence in my step. Think, girl....I reached into my purse, took out my cell phone, and dialed the toll free number for my rental car agency. Making sure nobody was within earshot, I told the reservationist that I wanted to report a stolen car. That's right, it was stolen from my hotel parking lot. No, I have no idea what time it happened. Could have been any time today, I've been stuck in meetings all day and only noticed it when I stepped out to go to dinner. Was it possible that I left the keys in the car? Oh my, yes, that might be what happened, sorry! No, I didn't need another car, I'd take a taxi to the airport tomorrow, thanks. I hung up, put my cell phone back in my purse, and made a beeline for Career Essentials. In no time I found a black cardigan sweater that nicely covered up my pink top, and looked quite chic if I did say so myself. I was feeling almost giddy as I paid for my new sweater and wore it out of the store. Of course, I would be a tad overdressed for the bus ride back to my hotel, but that was the least of my problems. When I headed outside towards the bus stop, the parking lot was swarming with cops and reporters, and a fleet of helicopters buzzed overhead. Reaching into my purse for my cigarettes and lighter, I coolly lit up. My plan was to take the first bus going anywhere, and to worry about how to transfer to my hotel later. I got in line behind a young woman, who fanned the air in annoyance at the smoke from my cigarette. My heart stopped. She was only a sales girl at one of the department stores, riding the bus home to her lonely apartment after another long day on her feet. No ring on her finger. I was trembling again as two policemen came by, and they gave us the once-over before moving on to more promising suspects. I crushed out the butt with my heel and followed her on board the bus. "Do you mind if I sit here?" I asked hesitantly. "Why not," she said. She gave me a quizzical glance as I sat down beside her. I started to pull the pins out of my hair, which fell in soft curls down to my shoulders. "You look kinda familiar," she said. Do I know you from someplace?" Our silky knees were almost touching, and there was a fire in my panties. "It's me, Geena," I whispered. She stared at me with wide eyes, her face as pretty as ever, despite her bewildered frown. When it finally sunk in, she sat back in her seat, fumbling for words. "Oh my God, Andy...." I cut her off before anyone could hear. "How have you been?" I asked in my female voice, which seemed to throw her as much as my appearance. After a moment's hesitation, she decided to play along. "Fine, Andi," she said matter-of-factly. "Nice outfit. Bit much for the bus, don't you think?" "It's a long story. Are you still...single?" Not something a girl would say, I corrected myself too late. "Oh yes. I haven't had a serious boyfriend since my last one came dancing out of the closet. How about you, girl?" There was an edge to her voice, softened by an impish smile. "I, uh, I'm not seeing anybody," I stammered. Then I lowered my voice again. "Not since you, Geena," I whispered. "I've missed you," she said wistfully. "Me too," I said. "You mean you've missed the old you?" "No, no...I still am the old me, Geena." "Coulda fooled me. How long have you been...you know, like this?" "Let's see...about two hours. Of course, it took me almost that long that to get dressed and made up." She looked bewildered again. "You mean you're still...." She was rocked back in her seat as the bus lurched into gear, and a quick look around confirmed that there were only three other passengers on board, all of them several rows away. "I'm still me, Geena," I said in my old voice. "Like I told you that night, I only do this once in a while, just for fun. If leading half of the police in Los Angeles on a high-speed chase is your idea of fun, that is." "The police?" "That's right. I'm on the lam." "What did you do?" she asked. It was getting hot on the bus, and Geena let out a little sigh as I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my sweater. "I mean, it's not a crime to dress up like that," she persisted. "I've studied up on it since the night you gave me that," she said, casting a longing glace at my choker. "I learned quite a lot, I must say." We were thrown momentarily together as the bus swung onto Hawthorne Boulevard, and I felt her hand brush against my nylons. In spite of everything I'd been through, I felt myself become aroused, and to my astonishment, Geena kept her hand on my knee and started to slide it under my skirt. The Chase "Studied?" "I know, it doesn't sound like me! The psychology books hurt my head, but there are plenty of cool web sites, and did you know that there are all kinds of support groups for women whose men like to dress up like you? And on Amazon I found The Jessica Project, that spy thriller about a crossdressing assassin. Is that why the police are after you?" she teased me. "Nothing as exciting as that. Just speeding, reckless driving, resisting arrest, defrauding a rental car company...." Her eyes widened again. "You're not kidding, are you? Is that why there were all those cops at the mall?" "I didn't do anything wrong, I just panicked, that's all. But I think I gave them the slip, if I can just get back to my hotel." "Your hotel, huh? So where did you move to?" "New York. I'm only here on a business trip." "Is this how you dress on business?" "No! I only do this when I'm out of town, so nobody will know." "Wow, New York. What do you do?" "Still an investment banker, only now I'm playing on Wall Street." My pulse was racing as I felt her hand sliding higher and higher up my skirt. "So you're rich and still single?" "That's right," I panted. "How about you?" "Still poor, still single. I've missed you." Her hand found the bulge in my panties, and we both gasped simultaneously. Maybe she just had to prove to herself that I was still really Andy, but before I knew it, she was ducking her head under the seat and tugging on my panties and stockings. I looked frantically at the other passengers, who all seemed to be dozing. Then I felt Geena's soft blonde hair cascading against my naked thighs, and her beautiful lips were around my penis. She played with the hem of my slip as she took me into her mouth. All of the pressures of my escape from the police, and all of my frustrations in the years since losing Geena, came to a head in the explosion under my skirt, followed by the sweet ecstasy of release and salvation. She lingered for a while before she fussed with my lingerie and skirt and took her place at my side. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world for me to take off the choker and fasten it behind her beautiful neck. I was trying to think of something to say when she started to get up. "This is our stop," she said. "I have a nightgown you can wear tonight, then I can take you back to your hotel in the morning...unless you decide to stay." I picked up my purse and followed her off the bus. The Chase I've got to stop. I'm breathing so hard, I think I'm going to have a heart attack. I'm hoping a few minutes of breathing space, will let me figure this out. I've never seen anything like what I've just seen, heard, or felt. I feel a small part of me has lived, and died all within the span of a few short hours. I've seen things that no one should see, and felt things only whispered about in the dark dead of the night between children trying to scare each other. My name is Michelle Warner. I'm an unemployed steel worker living in the outskirts of Pittsburg. I have no husband, no children. My parents divorced and later died when I was a teenager. I stayed with a foster family who did their best to love me for a few short months until I turned eighteen, and then I headed out on my own. I did some time in the military; I was a Marine for six years. I learned discipline, I learned operations in Panama and South America. I was one of the gang, the one in the back that you can always depend on. I was the anchorman in many ways, and the younger recruits looked up to me in times of need. Now ten years later, my unemployment checks keep me one-step away from destitution. I use a motorcycle to get around on, so gas isn't as much a problem for me as it is for most people, but I still find it weird to spend twenty bucks to fill up a five-gallon tank. What few possessions I have are in my military footlocker, in a rented room. I figure if I can get to the freeway, I can get back to Pittsburg in a day of hitchhiking. My vision is blurry, and my hands are shaking, I'm not even sure if I could drive there or not, even if my bike was in once piece. I hear the sound of her cool, dark, powerful voice call me. She's coming. I scramble to my feet and start running again. Through bramble, past ancient trees, onto a dirt trail, Panting, sweating hard. I can't go any farther and I think I've lost her anyway, but how can you loose someone who doesn't need to rest? Someone who will haunt me for the rest of my days? I swear, after this is over, I'll never take a drink again, much less drink and get on a bike. I hear nothing, and feel my heartbeat getting slower. If I can make it back to the main road and hitch back to Pittsburg I think I'll make it. I feel around in my pants and smile, finding my wallet. I guess she didn't have any use for my money. I relax just a little bit, and try to make some sense about what just happened. I feel bad about wrecking my bike. It was a good, reliable Honda, and serviced me well. The long three-day weekend was too tempting to miss, I got a bottle of Johnnie Walker in a flash, and took a long ride out into the country. It was getting dark, and I didn't see any sort of a town so I just decided to pull off on one of the side country roads and make a camp under a tree. I didn't see the dark mud patch, I must have been a little too drunk, and I slammed my bike into an old tree. I felt the shuddering of my bones, and then, lost consciousness. When I came to, there was a dim light to one side, and then I saw him for the first time. I'll admit that I'm not normally attracted to men, most of my relationships have been with other women, but when I saw him there, he took my breath away. In the dim candle light, he stood before me in a classic smoking jacket and a pair of dark slacks. His strawberry blonde hair brushed to one side, not a single strand out of place, and his warm, brown eyes looked down at me like a sleeping child. He knelt down, beside the couch that I was laying on and took one of my hands. "Young lady," he asked, "how do you feel?" "I, um, uh," I said, stammering. He turned his head, and I saw the outline of a thin female figure toward the back. She was dressed in an old-style maid's uniform, like someone out of the fifties. "Our guest is stirring, Celeste. Please prepare her some hot tea and prepare a bed for her." He then turned back to me, "I heard your crash from my house. You were thrown clear and landed on a grassy knoll. You're lucky to be alive." "I, um, yeah. How long have I been out?" I asked. "Several hours. It's about one o'clock in the morning," He said. My head was swimming, and as I sat up, I noticed my host had a bundle of cloth bandages, some with blood on them. "Take it easy, my dear. You're lucky, I'm a doctor. Well, a retired doctor, but I still know how to treat a wound." He smiled at me, with a tender gentleness that I had not seen since my father died. "How bad?" I asked. He shrugged, "I'm going to have Celeste prepare a room for you, and we should see you up and about tomorrow. We'll have a nightcap before you go, and you'll sleep like a baby. We can have the car brought around in the morning and we'll get you to a proper clinic." A drink and a warm bed. It sounded great at the time. "Thanks, I owe you one," I reached out to shake his hand. He shook it, tight, and strong, and when the grasp broke, I noticed his hand trembled. He softly grazed my cheek with his index finger, and then I heard the door open. Celeste brought the tea, and quickly left. I was still feeling dizzy. "It's not a problem my dear. I'm just happy to be in service again. My name is Hiram Tennant. I was a doctor during the war, and was injured. Let me get you that drink." I waited and sat up. I reached up to my head, and my shoulder felt like it was broken, I could barely move it. I touched the side of my face with my other hand, and felt the bandage. He brought over the brandy in a beautiful crystal decanter and laced the tea with it. I could only use my off hand. He poured his brandy straight into a glass, and I still noticed the shake. I wondered if he was going to stitch me up when Celeste entered in again. She clicked her heels to get Hiram's attention. He turned and walked over to her. She made some sort of gesturing motion, and he nodded at her, and put a hand on her shoulder. It looked to me as if he was reassuring her and she smiled at him weakly. I figured I must have woke the whole household up or something. I didn't know who this weirdo was, but I figured the booze was good. We didn't talk long, and after the brandy took hold, he led me to a bedroom. It was brilliantly lit, with candles all around, and an enormous canopy bed. Several portraitures in oil were on the walls. The windows, unseen, covered with red velour draperies. Detailed wood features in the corners and at the floor made me realize that someone had spent a lot of money in this room. Lying on the bed was a beautiful nightgown. White, gossamer fabric with frills at the sleeves, neck, and hem. My jaw dropped. I hadn't worn a nightgown like this since I was six. "I, uh, uh." I stammered. "I shall send Celeste in to assist you with undressing if you like. I'll be in to visit you in the morning to tend further to your wounds. He turned to look at me. His eyes had the same kindness that was there when he poured the brandy, and I swooned for a moment. I swallowed and then said, "No, no, I can take care of myself. Look, doc, I appreciate all this. After tomorrow, I'll be out of your hair." "Don't you worry. It's not often we get visitors out here. I can send you to a proper hospital once you're out of bed. Please, indulge me. It's not often I get to heal anyone, anymore," He said. His eyes were tender, as if he only existed to make me better. I nodded, by way of reply. He stood, and left. Wincing in pain, I eased off my leather jacket, and looked at the full-length mirror behind the door. There was a cloth bandage neatly tied to my head. I could only barely slip off my t-shirt, to find that the shoulder was an enormous black and blue bruise. I'd never been wounded in all of my tours of duty, and now, thanks to my stupidity, I owed a perfect stranger my life. I could only get undressed with one hand, and it took me quite a while to get out of my tattered pants. I gasped as the door opened, and put the shirt over my body. I heard a weak voice call softly, "Miss?" "Uh, yeah?" "It's me, Celeste. The doctor sent me to aid you." "I'm doing okay, really, I am." I stammered. Her small, thin frame slipped the door open and she seemed nonplussed seeing me in this state. "Please, miss, please," she walked over to the bed and picked up the nightgown. With a flourish of her hands, she put her forearm into a sleeve and walked over to me. When her hands grazed mine, it like a chill that ran into my bones. I looked into her cool, blue eyes, she was nothing like Doctor Tennant. When her hand grasped my injured one and gently guided the silk garment onto the wounded shoulder I felt nausea, and it wasn't from the brandy or the Johnnie Walker. Softly she eased the garment over my head and guided my good hand through the sleeve. "Much better. You look, as a proper lady should," she said with ice in her voice. With quiet, cat-like movements, Celeste eased over to the bed and pulled the downy white coverings back. I stumbled, and hit the feathered bed. She waited until I was all the way in, and covered me back up. I didn't know how long I slept. I didn't care. I've never slept that good in my life. When I awoke, it was still dark, I guess. The curtains were still drawn, and in a chair, I saw my host. His eyes fixed on me, in a hand, he held a glass, half-empty. "My lady, I'm glad that you've woken. I was beginning to worry, you've slept the rest of the night, into the morning, and past the afternoon. Now it's early evening. I hoped I did not disturb you when I came in a few moments ago," he said, his silken voice just barely over a whisper. "No," I said. He stood, and moved with grace not seen of the few men I ever dated. He grabbed at the corner of the bed cover, lifted it up, and then sat down. I watched him suspiciously and he smiled. He then asked politely, "reach your foot out to me." I cocked an eyebrow, but did as I was asked. I felt his strong, powerful hands pick my foot up and softly the pads of his thumbs rubbed against base of my toes. "My colleagues think I am a fool, madam, but honestly, the science of reflexology is very real. It allows me to relax people without the use of narcotics." It felt heavenly, I had to admit. My eyes flickered softly and he knew he had me. I groaned softly, it was as if he knew that one of my hottest erogenous zones were my feet. My other leg betrayed me, and softly nudged at his hands. He chuckled and muttered softly, "no, no, we won't forget you my pretty." My first foot he gently held in my lap, nestled in a fold of his smoking jacket. My second foot he stroked with a tender care. He could have been a masseuse for all I knew, because what he was doing to me was wonderful. I clawed at the mattress under the bed, flushing slightly. My body was starting to heat up, and in a way I had never felt before, especially coming for a man. "Do you like this my dear? I know another technique that you may enjoy, if you'd like," he asked. "Sure, Doc. Whatever you say." He rose the foot up so that it was resting on his chest and lowered his face. The warm breath caused me to quiver and his head lowered. Softly, his thick, warm tongue lowered and my biggest toe went into my mouth. His lips suckled gently as his thumbs rubbed the soles and I felt his hot saliva bathe my feet. My good hand slowly rubbed at one of my small breasts, pinching a nipple. I could see him watch me. When our eyes transfixed, his tongue began to roll up and down the bottom of my foot, sucking toes on the upstroke, rubbing the ankle on the down. My sore arm was useless, my good arm worked my tits. He raised my other foot to his lips. Both big toes went into his mouth, sucking hungrily, his tongue rolling from one to the other. His lips mowed over my feet with that hot, sweet breath, and I was in heaven. He looked at me softly in the eyes and then slipped the feet apart, laying one upon each shoulder. "If I may begin my examination, my dear, I like to work from the feet up. I'm not seeing anything questionable up to the knees, but I'll know more once all of this bedding is out of the way." I moved the quilt over, and he slid forward, moving my thighs up, resting them around his ears. His moist hot breath met my moist hot pussy. That thick pink tongue struck again, working its way gracefully around my outer folds. My eyes closed and I got the best head of my life. His kisses rolled up and down my inner fold, and softly those lips nursed upon my clit with the most delicate movement I've ever felt. Softly, his tongue rolled my clit against the hardness of his teeth, and I moaned, and gasped, my thighs clenching around his neck. He pulled back just a moment, lapping at my juices with his tongue like dehydrated camel. His eyes stayed locked into mine, he was a man with a mission, and that mission was giving me pleasure. My hips started to rock at his face as his hands held apart my ass. He moved his head lower, and that thick tongue took my rosebud as well, fucking my ass with that incredible muscle. I panted with a heavy gasping breath, as he took control of my pussy one more time, he pressed his entire face into my pubic area, and ate me. I threw my head back, and with a long, loud moan, quivered, and climaxed. I spewed juices all over his mouth and nose. Pouring with sweat, he eased my thighs down and slipped back toward the foot of the bed. His face was a mask of my wetness. There, just inside the door was Celeste. Both hands were behind her back, her eyes were ice cold, she had seen the entire thing. "You bastard!" She roared, and moved forward with her silent grace. Her hands came from behind her, one of them brandishing a large butcher knife. "Fifty years ago, I caught you screwing around with one of your patients. I killed you then, you damn son-of-a-bitch, and I'll kill you again!" She roared. I watched her lunge at him with the knife, and connect. Blood spattered through the air and hit me, but I felt no wetness. I rolled off the bed, grabbed my jeans on the floor and opened the door. The house went from opulent splendor to a mass of cobwebs. The hardwood floors were now creaking and rotted, and I tried to take the stairs as fast as possible, with that ghostly maid hunting me. She didn't walk, she floated at a slow, deliberate pace. She called me as I ran from the house, through the darkness of the night, back out into the woods. Even under the light of the full moon, I am lost and can only hope that dawn will come soon, so that I can find some help of some kind. I can't hear her calling my name any more, and so am hoping that I've left her behind, but how can you hide from a ghost that cannot tire, and seeks revenge even after fifty years?