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I Won the Lottery

By: TxRad



Foreword

Normally, I write it, read it, fix the obvious screw ups, and then post it. This time was a little different. Ok, a lot different. I had an offer to edit my story and I'd like to thank a great lady for taking the time to do that for me. She is a writer here at Lit and her name is Alexis Haines. She did her best to correct my punctuation and grammar, which is a full time job. I took most of her advice, so any screw-ups should still be attributed to me. She also took interest enough to ask questions about why my characters did things and to point out confused sections and goofs. I hope I fixed them all or she'll come and haunt me. So please read something of hers as a payback from me.

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Two weeks ago, I won the lottery. Now what the fuck do I do? I didn't hit it real big but then again, I didn't ever want to be rich, just comfortable. Eight million dollars sounded like rich to me, until I found out that I got it in twenty-five yearly installments. I thought I had checked "lump sum" but I guess I didn't. It was probably for the best, as the taxes would have eaten me alive. Even so, after taxes that works out to around two hundred and twenty thousand a year. To my poor dumb ass that's both rich and comfortable.

Now back to the original question, what now? Don't worry; I've had plenty of suggestions, propositions, and proposals. Some of them were even of the business type. Then the list of long lost and not so lost relatives started to grow by leaps and bounds. The cards, the letters, the phone calls from total strangers at all hours of the day or night, they're enough to drive you to drink; but don't go to the bar, or you'll be expected to buy all night long. If that sounds cynical, then I'm sorry but it doesn't take long to get that way.

Enough was enough. Using a lawyer as a go between, I started the search for a piece of property to hide on. I'm not the mansion or townhouse type. I prefer the country so I decided to buy a large tract of land. In my mind's eye, I knew what I wanted but it took a lot of looking to find it. I wanted trees (preferably oaks), water (a lake, pond, river, or large creek), and isolation (but not too far from civilization). Getting the idea across to a lawyer is next to impossible. Most of the lawyers I talked to seemed to think the world ended at the city limit signs and the country was the golf course.

After a long and frustrating search, I finally decided on a piece of land. It was larger than I thought I needed or really wanted but it was beautiful. Large oaks and pecans were everywhere, there were seven large, deep ponds dotted around the place, and it was well off the main highways but only forty miles from a large town. At one time, it had belonged to a large corporation and they had used it as their executive and family retreat. It hadn't been used for nearly five years but was in surprisingly good shape. There was a large conference building with a dining area situated in the center of the compound. Around it were a dozen small, furnished duplex cabins and a large recreation building. Off to the left was a large two bedroom rustic house with a porch running all the way around the outside and a carport. Huge oak trees shaded the whole area with large grass expanses separating the buildings. Pathways wandered everywhere, almost at random. Overall, it was quite a fancy place, way out in the woods with all the major comforts. 

I signed all the paperwork on Thursday and left the lawyer's office with my copies and a large key ring with at least twenty-five keys on it. I couldn't quit smiling as I drove home. Never in my life had I ever thought I'd own a place like this. I had dreamed of it, yes; but I couldn't believe it, even now. I felt on top of the world, but a little overwhelmed and lost at the same time. My life was changing fast, almost too fast in some ways.

Since the new place was furnished with better stuff than anything I owned, I had sold or given away all of the furniture in my apartment. Everything I owned was packed into my old truck, which wasn't much. The trash man was going to have a field day on Monday. I had gone through the apartment one room at a time and trashed anything I didn't like, need, or that was worn out. Most of what was in the truck were mementos of the last forty something years of my life. I had started to trash them too but couldn't quite do it. A fresh start was one thing but I needed to keep some roots and a reminder of who I was and why.

I figured I had enough of the essentials to get settled into my new place, so I could spend a quiet, peaceful weekend alone. Next week would be soon enough to start shopping for what I needed. This weekend would allow me to figure out what I did need. I had put a fair sized down payment on the property, and had arranged for the bank to handle the payments and insurance. It's funny how helpful banks can be when you have a guaranteed six-figure income. If I ran short of cash, I could even draw against next year's check. All in all, it was quite a good feeling not to have to worry about money. A feeling that everyone should experience at least once in their lifetime.

Friday morning, I drove south until I came to the small two-lane asphalt road leading into my new home. Once on the side road, I turned off the truck's air conditioner and rolled down the windows. I drove along slowly, enjoying the cool morning air and the clean smell of the woods; also, I was kind of keeping an eye on whom, if anyone was following me. Just because you're not paranoid, doesn't mean they're not after you.

Six miles later, I turned left into a gravel county road and followed it another two miles until I reached my gate. There were six different padlocks on the gate, daisy chained together. Opening any one of the locks let that key holder in. I didn't have a key for two of the locks. I removed four locks and replaced them with a new one of my own. That should, in theory, limit the number of people able to unlock this gate and give me some privacy. The white rock and sand road winds off through the woods for another mile before it reached the compound. I parked in the carport of the house and got out.

I had been here twice before to look the place over. The first time I had inspected all the buildings and made quite a few notes as to things that needed fixing and general repairs. The second time I had spent half a day driving around the property on a network of sand and gravel roads that covers most of the twenty five hundred acres. Now I was here to live. 

I paused a moment and leaned against the truck looking around. One part of my brain was wondering what the hell had I done, and another part was happy and content. This was a big place and it hit me that it would be a full time job taking care of it. It's too late for doubt, I told myself; I was here now, and that was that. I'd have to take it one day at a time and see how it all worked out. Things had changed fast and... I let the thought trail off as I turned and walked toward the house. I'd worry about everything later; now was a time to rest and relax. 

I unlocked the house and went around opening all the doors and windows. The house isn't as large as it looks from the outside; the porches make it look that way. The central portion of the house contains the living room, dining area, and the kitchen. The kitchen is separated from the rest by a wide counter and breakfast bar. To the right is a doorway leading to a twenty by twenty-foot bedroom with the bath in the left rear corner, separated by a five-foot wall. I had noticed a fireplace in the living room and realized it went through the wall to this bedroom. Two six by six-foot walk-in closets are on the right wall, with a large picture window between them in an alcove. To the left of the living room is another bedroom and bath. It's identical to the first except for the fireplace. The house, like the duplexes, came completely furnished, right down to pots and pans, dishes, and glassware. The only things I really needed were pillows, linens, food, and drink. 

For the next hour or so, I unloaded the truck and moved into the house. I chose the right-hand bedroom because of the fireplace. It took another couple of hours before I was satisfied with the arrangement of everything, for the moment anyway. I had made a list of things I needed and wanted as I thought of them. Since none of them except food was really important, I decided to wait until Monday to make a trip to town. There was a small country store back out on the highway, and I could get the groceries I needed there.

I wandered around the place for several hours just getting a feel for it and looking into places I'd not noticed the first time here. The most interesting place was the combination barn, storeroom, and tool shed that stood at the back edge of the compound. In the barn was a tractor, every implement known to man to fit it, and a large flatbed hay trailer. There were dozens and dozens of hay bales stacked here and there around the thirty by forty-foot room. The storeroom in the top of the barn was full of furniture and furnishings of all styles and types. It seemed as though whoever decorated this place never threw anything away, they just stored it. It was a treasure chest of items. The tool shed attached to the side of the barn was full of tools and workbenches. There seemed to be everything from hand tools to table saws in there. It was a handyman's dream.

Around midday, I got in the truck and headed for the store. I stocked up on the groceries that were on my list and several other things that caught my fancy. Not being on a budget was weird after all these years of pinching pennies. I even bought a couple of cases of beer and several bottles of wine. Splurging was fun.

The young lady that checked me out asked, "Where's the party being held?" 

"Sorry, there's no party, I'm moving into my new place and need to stock up for the weekend."

"Well, let me be the first to welcome you to the area. My name's Mary, my mom and I run this place and we're usually here from daylight until dark except for some Saturday afternoons and Sunday mornings. Where are you moving in?"

When I tried to explain where it was, she laughed. "Oh, you mean the old Wright place. My dad used to be the maintenance man there; my mom looks after the place now. The Wrights owned it forever and then sold it to a large company. They used it for a party and hunting camp and from what I've heard; it was mostly party time, all the time. That's an awfully big place for just one person isn't it?"

Now it was my turn to laugh as I answered, "I guess it is! By the way, my name's Larry, and its nice to meet you."

I paid for my stuff and loaded it into the truck. On the way back to the compound, I got to thinking about what she had said. Until now, I hadn't thought much about what I was going to do with the new place or myself. I didn't need to work, but if I didn't have something to do, I would get bored sooner or later. I filed that away in the back of my mind for future planning. All I wanted to do this weekend was rest, relax, and explore my new domain.

After I unloaded the groceries and put them away, I changed into a pair of shorts, a tee shirt, and tennis shoes. Early April is cool in the mornings and warm in the afternoons. With a beer in hand, I went to sit on the front porch swing. It was so peaceful and quiet that I started to doze. I jerked awake and stood up. If I napped now I wouldn't sleep tonight, and there wasn't any TV to watch until the wee hours, as I hadn't called to install a satellite system yet. I needed to put that on my list of things to do. I stretched and finished my beer, thinking what I needed was to take a walk. Looking down at the small roll around my waist, I grinned. Now was a good time to start working on getting rid of that. I had always liked to hike when I was younger but living in a city, in these days, it wasn't a safe thing to do. Now I had the place to do what I wanted, when I wanted.

I went to the kitchen for a bottle of water and to trash the beer can. Back outside I headed in the direction of the barn and took the small road into the woods behind it. From my drive around the place the other day, I knew this road led to one of the ponds, then curved around to the left to intersect another road. If I took a left there, I would end up back at the compound. 

After about fifteen minutes of walking, I stopped to take a sip of water and to remove the tee shirt. I walked a little farther thinking how nice it was out here and how good the sun felt on my bare skin. I could get my exercise and a tan at the same time. This made me stop again; why not get an all over tan? There was no one around for miles except for me. I chuckled and slipped the shorts off over my tennis shoes. I hadn't worn any underwear as it was built into the shorts. I started walking again, feeling a little funny about wandering around naked but kind of enjoying the freedom. The sun was warm on my skin, the shade was cool, and the breeze caressed me softly. 

Another twenty minutes of walking brought me to the open area on the near side of the pond. I walked slowly down toward a small pier that jutted out from the shore near the dam end of the pond. I had seen it the other day but hadn't stopped to check it out. There was a small screen of brush between it and me, so I was startled when I realized that there was a pickup truck parked on the backside of the dam. I had walked about half way to it before I remembered that I was naked. 

A shout from the pier told me it was too late to get out of this situation gracefully.

"Who the hell are you, and what are you doing on this property?" It was a woman's voice, which made me feel even worse.

I turned to see her sitting on a blanket near the end of the pier, holding a towel up in front of herself as she tried to wrap it into place. It flashed through my brain that she was as naked as I was.

"I should be asking you the same questions, since I own this place," I said loudly, as I started walking in her direction. I figured I might as well bluff it out, as if I always ran around naked.

She looked at me hard. "No you don't. I know the man in charge of this place for the company and you're not him. Anyway he lives in the city and hasn't ever been here in the four years that this place has been for sale."

I reached the end of the pier and stopped. With a chuckle, I said, "I bought the place day before yesterday, so I am the new owner. Now who are you and why are you nude sunbathing on my pier?" 

She blinked several times as she thought about what I had said. "I'm Karen and I'm the handyman, uh, woman around here, or at least I was for the old owners. As for the sunbathing, it's just a fringe benefit of the job. You sure seem to be dressed for success yourself and if you're not careful, you'll have sunburn in places that won't be funny."

Now it was my turn to blink until I realized she was referring to my tanned arms and legs, where my usual tee shirt and shorts didn't cover, and the now pink color of the rest of my body. I laughed before I slipped on my shorts and tee shirt.

"Let's start over shall we? Hi, I'm Larry White the new owner of this place and no I don't normally run around nude; but today's the first day of my new life, and it seemed like a good idea at the time."

Karen stood and wrapped the towel sarong fashion around her waist before she walked down the pier to shake my extended hand. She was as tall as I and slender. Her thick red hair was tied back in a long ponytail. Her face was heart shaped with high cheekbones and not a trace of makeup. The smallish breasts riding high on her chest fit the rest of her body. She was darkly tanned all over and in excellent shape. Impressive was the first thought to cross my mind, beautiful and sexy as hell, were the second and third.

She smiled as she shook my hand with a firm grip. "I'm glad to meet you. You'll need to rub some aloe vera on tonight after your shower; it'll help the sunburn and soothe the sting. I'll pack my stuff and be on my way."

I smiled still holding her hand. "There's no reason for you to leave; you can use this pier or any other place you like. I don't have any aloe, but I'll get some from the store on the highway."

I found it easy to look into her dark brown eyes. "I might be in the market for a handyman, uh, woman myself. There is a long list of minor things that need to be fixed and since you've been doing the job, you probably already know more about this place than I could hope to learn in a short space of time."

I heard myself rambling on but couldn't stop myself. She finally eased her hand out of mine and laughed.

"I'll call my daughter and have her deliver a bottle of aloe out here after she closes. I thank you for the offer of the use of the place and I except. As for the job offer, we'll have to talk it over and see what we can work out. When I said handyman earlier, I probably should have said house sitter and preventative maintenance person. My husband was the maintenance man here for ten years before he died. When the corporation decided to close it down, they hired me to watch over things but not to spend anymore money than absolutely necessary." 

I nodded my head. "Ok, but I think I'll still offer you the job if you want it. Maybe we can discuss it over supper tonight; and I've already met your daughter earlier today. I went to get groceries at the store. Maybe she'd like to join us if she hasn't eaten already."

She cocked her head to the side and looked at me as though she was trying to decide something. "Can you cook or will I have to?" That was all she asked.

I had to laugh at the serious tone of her voice. "I will. I learned to cook out of self-defense. My wife could burn water and that was her best dish. If she hadn't had other talents, I probably wouldn't have stayed married to her for twenty years. She's been dead for almost five years now, but her cooking is not one of the things I miss."

"I'm sorry to hear about your wife, and I understand what you mean about missing things. I seem to run into that from time to time, myself. At least it's getting better with time. Let me call my daughter before I forget and I'll see you a little later, alright?"

I paused a moment as my mind wandered back over the time after my wife died. "Yes it does." I said, mostly to myself.

I cleared my throat. "Ok, I'll finish my walk and figure out the menu for tonight. Anything special you'd like?" I asked, as I stepped off the pier and allowed her to pass.

She said, as she walked toward the truck, "I'm not picky, fix whatever you can catch."

I watched her walk toward the truck with fascination. Her hips swayed, swiveled, and rolled in the sexiest and most sensuous walk I had ever witnessed. Even in a towel, it was remarkable. My mind wondered quickly what it would look like without the towel. I clamped down on that thought and said, "I'll see you later." 

She reached in through the truck window, retrieved a small cellular telephone, and turned to tell me 'bye. I walked across the dam, glancing back from time to time. She finished her call and returned to the end of the pier to remove the towel and lay back down on the blanket. I stopped at the end of the dam just before the tree line and waved. She waved back. 

The walk back to the house was time filled with thoughts of Karen. Some of the fantasies that played in my head would scorch paper, if I wrote them down and would have gotten my face slapped, if I had proposed any of them to Karen. Let's just say, I had a major hard on most of the time I was walking. I'm glad I hadn't been in this shape when I first met her. I had been embarrassed enough as it was. 

When I reached the house, I took a long shower and relaxed. Drying off with the towel, I realized how much sun I had gotten. A look in the mirror showed most of my body to be hot pink. If I had made the whole walk without meeting Karen, I would have been a lobster by the time I had finished. I dressed in loose shorts and a tee shirt before heading for the kitchen. After rummaging around, I came up with the fixings for spaghetti, garlic bread, and a salad. I started the spaghetti sauce to simmering, sliced the loaf of French bread, and buttered it. I sprinkled the butter with garlic powder and placed the bread on a cookie sheet ready to toast. 


I Won the Lottery



I chuckled at the quickness of kids, as Karen said, "Good morning, I didn't wake you did I?"

"No, I wasn't asleep; in fact I'm pouring the last cup of my first pot of coffee for today," I answered, still grinning like a schoolboy.

"I couldn't sleep when I got home last night for some reason," She said with a chuckle. "So I went over to the store and did my inventory and faxed off my order. Mary suggested, since I've gotten that done, that I come over there, and we get started on checking the place out. How does that sound to you?"

"That sounds great to me; I was wondering what I was going to do all day. Come on over and I'll make you breakfast, that is if you haven't eaten yet."

She laughed. "I thought it was the woman that got to a man's heart through his stomach? I'll be right over. 'Bye." She hung up.

I was laughing at what she had said and didn't get a chance to say goodbye. I was still chuckling as I put the phone down and headed for the kitchen. Eggs, bacon, toast, and jelly, that sounded like breakfast to me. I had the bacon done, as well as the toast and was scrabbling the eggs when the gate bell rang. That's when it dawned on me I was still naked. I took the pan off the fire and ran for the bedroom and my shorts. I was back stirring the eggs when her truck pulled up out front. The eggs had stuck a little but not too bad. I took the pan off the fire again and continued to stir until it cooled down. 

Karen came through the front door and my heart skipped a beat. I was falling for this lady hard and there was nothing I could do about it even if I wanted to. She had her hair French braided and wore a gray man's work shirt that was large on her with the tail tied in a knot just below her ribcage. The sleeves of the shirt had been ripped off at the shoulders. The pair of cutoff blue jean shorts she had on were old and faded with frayed edges around the leg openings. They were short that's for sure, almost straight across at the crotch. The leather hiking boots on her feet completed the outfit.

I gave her a long, slow wolf whistle and grinned. "So you're just as beautiful in the early morning."

She laughed as she walked over and sat on a stool. "Actually Mary made sure I had my hair done and my makeup on. You should have seen the outfit she had laid out for me to wear. I told her, we had work to do and dirty places to look into, so I wore my work clothes."

It was my turn to laugh. "If that outfit was any sexier than what you're wearing now, I'd sure like to see it."

She grinned and changed the subject. "Is breakfast ready?" I laughed again and handed her a plate.

During breakfast, I went over the list I had made of things to fix. She knew about most of them and added a few more off the top of her head. Most were minor but a few were going to be beyond either of our experience. I started a second list and moved those over to it. She gave me the names of a couple of local contractors that she knew were reputable. By the time we were through eating, we had a plan laid out.

I poured us one more cup of coffee and loaded the dishes into the dishwasher. Karen watched me for a moment then said, "Most single guys I know are real slobs, even the ones that have been married before. You on the other hand keep things clean and neat but without going overboard about it. What gives? Is there something I'm missing?"

I chuckled and moved over to sit back down. "There's no secret, if that's what you're looking for. Since my wife past away, I have found it's just easier not to let the mess pile up. When she was alive, I guess I never really paid any attention; but now I have to, so I clean it up as I mess it up. I always kept my shop neat and clean because it made it easier to work and to find things. Since I'm the only one around, I just apply the same thing to the house."

With a smile, she asked, "Can you teach that to Mary? Heaven knows I've tried but she's still one messy child."

I shook my head and grinned. "I never could teach mine, so how do you expect me to perform the miracle of teaching yours?"

She laughed and stood up to stretch. "I guess she'll just have to learn on her own, won't she!"

I sat and watched as she arched her back and rolled her shoulders. 'What a beautiful sight,' I thought to myself, as a grin crept over my face.

Karen finished working her shoulders and stood there just looking at me. After a few seconds, she said, "Would you do me a favor?"

"Sure anything," I replied.

"Ok, stand up." When I did, she stepped up close to me and said, "Now kiss me."

I looked at her funny for a moment, then took her in my arms, and kissed her. The kiss started out soft and sweet but soon was hot and torrid on both sides. Her arms were under my arms and her hands pressed firmly on my shoulders as our tongues danced and fenced. My hands had started out with one on her bare lower back and the other at the nape of her neck. Soon they were wandering all over her back and ended up cupping her ass cheeks, pressing her tighter against me. She whimpered softly, wrapped her arms tighter around my back, and pressed herself closer to me. I felt my manhood swell and pulse where it was pressed against her lower belly. I felt a shiver run through her body and she broke the kiss to lay her head against my shoulder.

I realized where my hands were, released her ass, and let them move in a gentle caress back up to her lower back. She shivered again and sighed.

"Be careful what you ask for, you may get it."

She let out a long breath. "Boy, where did you learn to kiss? Is there smoke coming out of my ears?"

"It takes two to make a kiss, you know. I don't know about any smoke, I went up in flames too quickly to have been able to smell it. I sure couldn't see it with my eyes closed," I answered, with a chuckle.

"We'd better not do that again for a little while. If I ever get my toes uncurled, I'm going to get away from you and stay at least two arms length away for the rest of the day. I was right, you are a very dangerous man, and we are both in big trouble!" She let out a long sigh and stepped back. "Oh, boy, are we in trouble."

I took a deep breath of my own and blew it out, as I nodded my head in agreement. "I'd better get the rest of my clothes on and take a cold shower. Although I doubt if that will help at all." I turned and headed for the bedroom.

She laughed and said, "I know it wouldn't help because I'd want to scrub your back."

I decide to wear just the shorts, a tee shirt, and my tennis shoes. As I pulled on the tee shirt, I asked through the open door, "Is there a problem with us being in trouble? I find the idea fascinating. I just don't want either of us to get hurt."

She walked to the door and leaned on the doorframe. "That's my concern also. I only met you yesterday and I don't really know anything about you, other than you're a nice guy and I find you very attractive. We do have a lot in common and we feel right together, but let's take it a little slower for a while. We have all the time in the world."

I sat down on the side of the bed to put on my shoes. "You're right about all the time in the world and the fact that we do need to get to know each other better. I'm in the process of making some drastic changes in my life. I came into a little money and don't have to work for a living for the first time ever. I bought this place so I could literally hide out from people who are only after the money. Now I don't know what I'm going to do to keep busy or what I'm going to do with this place. My feelings for you have grown very quickly and I like what I'm feeling. It's been a very long time since I've felt this way about anybody."

She stood against the door and just looked at me for a long few seconds, and then she grinned.

"It's a bitch being an adult isn't it? If we were teenagers or even the age we each were when we first got married, we'd be in that bed right now making mad, passionate love."

I nodded, then grinned, and held out my arms. She smiled and took a tentative step forward. She hesitated a moment, then grinned back at me as she ran and jumped on the bed. Still grinning I kicked off my shoes and moved over next to her.

I reached out and caressed her cheek as I asked, "Are you sure about this?"

Her answer had me flat on my back with her on top of me; our lips pressed together as our tongues once again fenced with each other. Her hands were on each side of my head as mine roamed freely over her back and butt. Her left leg was between mine as she straddled my left thigh. I could feel the heat from her loin's burn against my thigh. I could feel my manhood lengthening and thickening under her hip. We were out of control and in deep trouble. 

The passion of the kiss and the feel of her warm body on mine had my head spinning. I heard myself groan softly as a likewise soft whimper came from her. Suddenly she broke the kiss and got up to her knees. When she started to untie the knot in the shirt, I sat up and took my tee shirt off. When she had the shirt off, she sat back on her heels and grinned down at me.

"Now, it's my turn to ask you if you're sure about this."

With a chuckle, I reached out and pulled her back down on top of me. "Perfectly sure," I answered, before I started another torrid kiss.

My hands could now stroke and caress the warm smooth skin of her bare back. This brought a low moan from her as a shiver ran throughout her body. We continued to kiss for several minutes before I rolled her over beside me with my right leg moving between hers to tightly press against her hot sex. The kiss continued as now her hand was exploring my back and butt.

We were both breathing very heavily as I broke the kiss, moved back slightly, and looked deep into her eyes. I slowly moved my right hand up along the satiny skin of her side, then across her lower ribs to caress and teased her right breast. As my palm lightly rubbed across her hard nipple, she took a long, shuddering deep breath.

"Oh, God, I'd almost forgotten how sensitive my nipples were," she whispered, more to herself than to me.

Her eyes were closed as I caressed her breast, so I kissed each eyelid in turn before moving on to kiss and nibble at her neck. A shudder went through her body as I kissed the junction of her neck and shoulder. I kissed out onto her shoulder, as I gave her breast a gentle squeeze.

"Hmmm," came from deep in her chest and she gasped loudly as I sucked the hard pebble of her nipple between my lips and flicked it with my tongue.

As I circled the puffy cone under the nipple with the tip of my tongue, she arched her back to press tighter against my mouth. I sucked as much of her breast into my mouth as I could and ran my tongue all over it. She started to make the soft whimpering sound again as another shudder ran up and down her body.

I moved back and down so I could get to the other breast. She rolled over onto her back as my lips fastened onto her nipple. She arched her back and the whimpering got a little louder. As I worked on that nipple, her hips began humping and working against my leg. When I released that breast, her hands grabbed my head and directed my mouth back to the first one. As I sucked the nipple back into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue, her whole body arched up against me.

"Oh, my God," she said loudly as her body jerked once, then twice more.

I continued to suck and lick her nipple until she pushed against my head. I moved back from her slightly and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing as if she had just run a mile at top speed. I could still feel little tremors running up her body. Her eyes fluttered open with a dazed look until she focused on my face.

With a shy smile, she said, "That's never happened before. My nipples and breasts are sensitive, yes, but not to the point where I have an orgasm. And a mind blower to boot!"

I smiled at her as I rolled over on my side and rested my head on my upraised hand. "How long has it been since you've had one? An orgasm, that is."

She blinked several times and grinned. "By myself, not too long but with someone else, not since before my husband died." She took several deep breaths and continued. "Oh, I've dated a couple of guys and one tried his damnedest to get me into bed but I wasn't interested. I kind of got the cold fish reputation around this area and no one has asked me out in a long time. I hadn't missed it or even thought about it until you showed up naked at the pond. I thought it was cute the way you tried to carry off the nudist thing. Of course, your tanned arms and legs and pale body gave you away in an instant. My husband and I met at a nudist camp would you believe."

I laughed and shook my head. "My motto is, when in doubt, bluff. I didn't figure I had a chance in hell of getting away with it but I was too close to do anything else. You were a nudist; that explains why you were so calm after the first surprise wore off, when we first met."

"Mary and I still are. We belong to a group that has a resort, about one hundred and fifty miles from here. We don't get to go there very often, since it so far and so expensive; that's why the use of this place was so nice. We hardly ever wear clothes out here unless someone from the corporation is going to be here. It got to be a habit," she said, with a chuckle. "You even tried it the first day you thought you were alone out here."

I laughed and said, "It seemed like the right thing to do at the time. It was a first for me; oh, I always ran around the house naked when I was alone but that was all. I always liked to go skinny dipping when I got the chance, if that counts?"

She chuckled and answered, "Most people are closet nudist even if they don't realize it. A lot of women do their housework in the nude if no one's around and look at the latest bikinis. Butt floss and Band- Aids. It makes them look more naked than if they were nude."

I laughed again and shook my head at the mental picture that brought up. "You're right about that."

She grinned and said softly, "I'm right about a lot of things; now shut up and kiss me some more."

I was happy to oblige her and myself. Our kiss was not quite as passionate as before but there was something deeper in it now. The passion slowly grew and she rolled us over so she was on top again. This time she straddled my hips with her legs and I could feel the heat of her sex against my still hard manhood. As our excitement grew, her hips flexed against me and the whimper returned. Suddenly she pulled away and got up to her knees and moved forward to sit down on me. Her sex was now pressed tightly against my manhood and was as hot as a branding iron. She rocked her hips and sighed.

"Does that feel good?" she asked. When I nodded with a smile, she got off the bed. Sitting down on the edge of it, she laughed and said, "There's just no sexy way to get out of hiking boots."

She took the boots off, along with her socks. Then she stood up and turned around reaching for the snap at the top of the shorts. She unsnapped it and slowly pulled the zipper down. Equally as slowly she wiggled out of the cut offs to stand nude in front of me.

"Well, what do you think, now that you have a closer look at me?" Saying this she slowly turned all the way around. 

My eyes first took in the dark red little vee of hair on her mound, and her slim hips, and then the rounded curve of her tight ass came into view.

"Oh, my," I said softly. As she completed the turn to once again face me, I was grinning. "Beautiful, just beautiful, more so than even my fantasies supplied."

She smiled shyly and said, "That's what a girl likes to hear." 

Then her expression changed to a leering, evil grin as she stepped toward the bed and put one knee upon it. Leaning over, she grasped the waistband of my shorts and started to pull them down.

"Now let's see what this looks like when it's at full attention. It didn't look bad in its limp state. Let's see if it matches up with my fantasy."

I lifted my hips to help her as she worked them down. My manhood hung up in the net underwear built into the shorts but sprang loose and slapped my belly as she got the shorts down onto my thighs. She paused for a moment and just stared at me.

"Holy Shit," she said, softly; then took the shorts the rest of the way off and tossed them on the floor. Turning back to me, she ran her hand up my thigh and then lifted it to run her finger tips up and down the length of my shaft.

"Talk about better than your fantasies. Not in my wildest dreams did I imagine something like this," she said softly, still stroking me lightly.

"Hey, it's not that big, just a little over average size from what I understand," I said, a little embarrassed. 

Her eyes jumped to my face as a grin came to her lips. "I don't know where you got that information, but I've been around nude men all my life and this is one of the biggest I've ever seen. Of course, most of them weren't hard like this, and was I wasn't touching them. I shouldn't say this, but my husband wasn't half this size. I'm wondering if it'll fit." 

She dropped her eyes back to my shaft as she wrapped her long tapered fingers around it. Her fingertips just did meet. Pulling it straight up, she ran her hand up and down. Half to herself, she said, "It's going to be fun finding out if it fits."

She leaned over and ran her warm tongue slowly around the flanged head, which made me moan. When she took a long lick up the underside of the full length, my hips jerked. She did that twice more before she sucked the head between her lips and swirled her tongue over the spongy flesh. My hips moved upward and a groan escaped my lips. Her lips moved a couple of inches lower and her tongue flicked and played in the vee of the flange. Now it was my turn to shudder. She moved upward until just the head was in her mouth and ran her tongue over it again. Suddenly she bobbed her head up and down three quick times taking a little more of me in her mouth each time, the last time her lips just got to her hand, which was still holding me at the base straight up. 

Removing me from her mouth, she said, "Damn, that stretched some muscle in my jaw I didn't even know I had and I didn't have half of it in my mouth. We're going to have to take this slow and careful; the biggest thing I've had in me in over two years is a finger or two."

I shivered as she ran her hand up and down the shaft slowly with a firm grip. "If you're not careful right now, it's all going to be academic anyway. It's been quite a while for me also and I'm on kind of a hair trigger if you know what I mean? I should have masturbated to my fantasies last night but I was a good boy and went to sleep to dream about you. I could have done it again this morning, as I woke up in the same condition I'm in right now."

She chuckled and said softly. "Damn, what a compliment that is. By the way, I let my fingers do the walking after I got back from the store last night; it was the only way I could get to sleep. I probably would have again this morning, but Mary came bouncing on my bed at daylight and woke me up."

With a grin, she leaned over and sucked on the head and a couple of inches of the shaft as her tongue went wild. My hips started to flex after a minute of this. When they did, she lightly rubbed her hand up and down as she continued to suck and tongue me. I could feel my orgasm building and I told her so. She stroked me faster with her hand and fluttered her tongue in the vee of the head. I exploded into her mouth with long spurts as half my spine went out with the semen. I felt her swallow once then twice as my climax went on and on. She continued to lick and to tease the now over-sensitive head even after I quit cumming. It felt good almost to the point of being painful but my body continued to twitch and shiver as she did so. I finally had to push her head gently away. 




I Won the Lottery



When I did, she crawled up and cuddled up with her head on my shoulder. I rolled toward her and wrapped my arms around her as I kissed her forehead. After a minute or so, I whispered. "Damn, what's the number for 911 around here? I thought I was going to die there for a minute."

Karen giggled and cuddled up closer. "Yeah, and I thought I was going to drown. You weren't kidding about being loaded and on a hair trigger." I chuckled and held her tightly.

We must have dozed because the gate bell woke us both with a start. We scrambled off the bed. I grabbed my shorts and slipped them on, grabbing my tee shirt as I headed for the front door. Karen grabbed her clothes and shoes and headed for the bathroom.

I was standing on the porch when a truck I didn't know pulled up in the front yard. A young man in a sheriff deputy's uniform got out and headed for me.

"Who the hell are you and who took all the locks off the front gate? Where's Karen? If you've been messing with her, I'll have your ass in a sling by dark."

I cocked my head slightly to the side and frowned. "First of all, what the hell are you doing on my property, and how did you get in the gate? Second of all son, you'd better learn some manners before you come around here ranting and raving at me or I might just teach you some."

This brought him to a stumbling halt. "A corporation owns this place and they gave me a key to the lock so I could keep an eye on it. Are you threatening an officer of the law?"

I just stood there looking at him for a long moment, so I could calm down before I answered him. "I bought this place last week and took possession last Friday," I said calmly and quietly. "When I came through the gate I removed all the corporations' locks and replaced them with one of my own. There are two other locks on the chain and one of them belongs to Karen and her daughter. So, I'm assuming the other is yours. When you leave, which will be right now, take that lock off and don't come back, do you understand?"

He took one-step toward the porch and I continued. "Do you want to go to jail for trespassing? This is my place and you are here uninvited; you're not on duty, otherwise you would be driving a county car, not a private pickup. I suggest you do like I tell you and get out of here."

The screen door opened behind me with a light squeak and Karen said softly, "Bill, you better listen to the man. He doesn't know your Daddy and probably wouldn't be impressed if he did. As far as what I do; that is none of your business and I've told you that more than once. Do I have to get a restraining order to keep you from bothering Mary and me? I will and you know me well enough to know I ain't joking. So get in your truck and do as the man says."

He stared at Karen hard for a second and then with a glare at me he spun on his heels and got into his truck. "This ain't the end of this by a long shot," he yelled, as he started the truck and backed up in a cloud of dirt and gravel. Spinning the truck sideways, he threw more dirt and gravel as he fishtailed across the compound toward the gate.

Karen said, "Damn, some idiots never learn and you're looking at a prime example. His Daddy is the county Judge and probably the richest man around here. A poor little rich kid, who's had everything he's ever wished for since he was a baby. He's spoiled rotten and half-crazy. I made the mistake of dating him once and now he thinks I'm his personal property. I've had to threaten to go to his father or the state police just to make him leave me alone. He even made some threats about Mary, until I told him I would kill him if he ever even came close to her. That, he believed; when I reached under the counter at the store and pulled out my husband's thirty-eight."

I looked at her a moment then shook my head. "He's not the first of his kind I've met. The first one was messing with my sister when I was still a teenager on the farm. He didn't like what happened, nor did his father. Luckily, we got the trial moved out of state and the Judge there saw fit to give me a choice; two years in prison or four years in the Marines. I took the one with the better liberty and ended up staying in for ten years. Three of which I spent in Vietnam. His type don't scare me, they just piss me off. I have to watch my temper around his kind, that's what got me in trouble before."

"Get your shoes on while I get my keys and a master key so we can get his lock off the gate. I didn't even know he had one on there. I wonder how long he's been spying on Mary and me," Karen said, as she turned to go into the house.

"He better not come back on this place. I wasn't kidding about filing trespassing charges on him," I said, as I followed her.

She picked up her keys and said, "That may be easier said than done. His father is the Judge and his Uncle is the sheriff. Between them they fairly well run this county."

I grinned at her as I went toward the bedroom to get my shoes. "I ain't from this county, remember? Anyway, I'm finding out that money talks and bullshit walks. I hate to tell the Judge, but there's a new richest man in the county now and it isn't him."

Karen looked at me for a moment and then laughed as she shook her head. "I think Bill is going to be in for a rude awakening, because he's butting heads with the wrong guy this time." With that said, she turned and went out the front door.

I came out onto the porch and looked around for Karen. I had walked out into the yard and was just going to call for her, when she came out of the barn with a pair of bolt cutters on her shoulder. She waved for me to come to her and I headed in that direction. When I was close enough for her to speak normally, she said, "Let's get started on getting you in shape, shall we; how about if we walk to the front gate and back?"

I shrugged and said, "Why not, it's a pretty day and my sunburn is better. Maybe I'll even get some more sun on the way back."

She chuckled and said, "Sounds like fun to me. Anyway, I want to talk to you about what you're going to do with the place. I think I might have just the idea you're looking for."

I stopped and looked at her a moment and then grinned. "You want to turn the place into a nudist camp."

She laughed and shook her head as we started walking down the road toward the gate. "Was it that obvious?"

"The same idea had crossed my mind when we were talking earlier, before we fell asleep. I've never had any dealings with such a place but you have. A partnership also crossed my mind. You have the store and I don't want to put too much on your plate, especially if Mary is leaving. You'd literally have to train me from scratch and run everything until I get the hang of it," I finished with a grin.

She chuckled and shook her head. "Train you? Who's going to train me? I've been to nudist resorts but I've never had anything to do with running one. As for the store and Mary, don't worry, if we start a project like this, she won't be going anywhere. She might be our biggest asset, as she's majoring in hotel and resort management. She may be the better one to make a partner," she paused a second then added, "In business."

I laughed. "Oh, a couple of orgasms and we're getting possessive are we?" I asked jokingly.

With a grin, she answered, "As a matter of fact yes and you know how I feel about my daughter. Anyway, I'm greedy and I don't like to share when it comes to men. Just remember that and we'll get along great. Otherwise you will find out just how real this red hair is."

I chuckled and stopped walking. "Oh, I don't have any doubts about your ability to pitch a bitch if you think you've been wronged. My wife was a redhead and I lived through twenty years with her. I learned a lot about a lot of things and tempers were one of the first. Hers and mine were prone to flare up into some pretty good verbal arguments; I learned to control mine and how not to set hers off." I paused a second, and chuckled. "I found out I had something a lot better at home than I'd ever find out partying. I think I've found the same thing again in you. I've dated a little over the last five years, but I never could find anyone who stirred the same fire and laughter as she did. You do."

With a smile, she leaned over, placed her hand on my chest, and gently kissed me on the lips. "I understand all that, believe it or not. My husband and I went through the same kind of adjustment period, but he never had much of a temper, so we never had the fun of making up because he just didn't argue. I've learned to control mine for the most part but it's still fun to let loose every once in a while. Red hair and a fiery temper," she finished with a laugh.

I put my arms around her and pulled her close. "The way I always heard it was, red on the head and on fire in the bed," I said with a laugh.

She laughed along with me. "Just remember that when you wake up dead one morning from too much loving or I shoot you and your girlfriend if I ever caught you fooling around." She paused a moment then chuckled. "Damn, I sound like a wife again."

I laughed and kissed her. She kissed me back with a sigh deep in her chest. When the kiss broke I said, "Now about all those nude women that will be running around here. Just remember I'm going to look. If I ever stop looking at a pretty girl with no clothes on, start shoveling dirt because I'm dead."

She chuckled and stepped back from me. "I have no objections to you looking; it's the touching that would get you in trouble. Remember there's going to be an equal number of naked men around here also. I've been known to check them out from time to time myself, visually of course."

I put my arm around her shoulders and we started walking again. After a short while, I asked, "How do guys keep from getting a hard on all the time with naked women running around? I would think that would be a problem."

She laughed. "It happens from time to time but not as often as you might think. Most women just take it as a compliment and don't acknowledge it. Nudism isn't a sexual thing as much as a life style. Don't get me wrong, nudist like sex as much as the next person but not having clothes on isn't a sexual thing, it's a natural thing. You'll get used to it with no problems."

I had to chuckle before I said, "I find that hard to believe because seeing you this morning in that outfit had me on the rise. Seeing you naked would have put me to standing straight up."

"Oh, yeah?" she said. "Why weren't you standing at attention when you first met me at the pier? I was nude and or semi nude the whole time you were there and you didn't get hard."

I thought about it for a moment and then grinned. "I was too surprised and embarrassed as it was. I had never run around naked before and to get caught by a beautiful woman the first time out was to say the least unnerving. I didn't get a hard on until I was walking back to the house and my mind had a chance to compose itself." I laughed. "Now I just think about you and I start to get that way."

She nodded and grinned as she took my hand in hers. "It's my nipples that do that. When I'm around you or think about you, they get as hard as little rocks. They are aching right now. I think our foreplay earlier is wearing off and I'm getting horny again." She finished with a chuckle.

I squeezed her hand and asked, "You too?" She laughed and squeezed my hand back as she nodded.

There were still three locks on the gate when we got there. Mine was next to the post and the one she had put on there was the one next to the gate. She unlocked hers and I used the bolt cutters to cut the third one off. She locked her lock back on the chain and said. "That should keep the asshole out. Now he'll have to climb the gate and walk in or cut the chain. Either way he'll be trespassing and he knows it."

I laughed at the sound of her voice. "Down girl, you really don't like that guy do you?"

She looked at me a moment than grinned. "I guess I really don't and I don't trust him either. I want you to be careful when you're going anywhere off this place. He doesn't take 'no' very well from anyone and you buffaloed him pretty good in front of me. He didn't take that very well either. He'll stew over it and if he gets the chance, he'll get even. You be very careful and don't underestimate him, he's a clever little rat, with a lot of practice and a good bit of training from his family." She wore a worried look as she said that last.

I looked deep into her eyes and stepped over to put my arms around her. "I'll take care. I don't trust him either."

She smiled and I kissed her. She returned the kiss and ran her hands over my back as mine dipped down to squeeze her ass cheeks. The kiss started out sweet but was growing in passion. The sound of a vehicle coming down the gravel road made us move apart. We grinned at each other and started walking back toward the house. When the car passed the end of the ranch road, we both looked back to see what kind it was. It wasn't Bill's truck and we both laughed as we turned back around.

From the gate, the road runs straight for about fifty feet, and then it makes a turn to the right. When we were far enough around the bend that we couldn't be seen from the road, Karen stopped and started to untie the knot in her shirt.

Looking at me, she said, "I think it's time you started to get used to being naked outdoors and around a woman." Glancing down at the front of my shorts, she continued, "That kiss a minute ago had you as hard as a rock but you seemed to have calmed down mostly. So let's get these clothes off and be one with nature."

She started to take the shirt off and I had to grin at the sight of her rock hard nipples. She caught the direction of my gaze and grinned. "Yeah, you can take that as a compliment, I guarantee you."

I dropped the bolt cutters and pulled the tee shirt off over my head. She unfastened the cutoffs and was wiggling out of them as I paused to watch. She bent over to get them off over her boots so I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts and slipped them down off my hips. I was only semi rigid so I didn't have any problem with things getting caught in the netting. She stood up with the cutoffs in her hand as I bent over to remove the shorts. The red vee of hair on her mound was only six inches from my face and I licked my lips. Karen laughed and took a step back.

I grinned as I straightened up and said, "That reminds me, I didn't take anything out of the freezer for supper."

Karen laughed again and said, "You haven't had lunch yet but I think I can find a tasty little treat for you to snack on." She glanced down at my manhood to see it slowly rising up toward my belly. "Oh, you think that sounds like a good idea do you? I see my lunch is plumping up but we're supposed to be working on keeping that in neutral."

I laughed and answered, "That might be easy around other women, but around you it wants to be hard all the time. All that talk about food isn't helping the matter a bit and you know it. Come on, let's walk and talk some more about the camp or resort or whatever it is, we're going to call this place. Maybe it'll take my mind off of you and that beautiful body of yours."

She turned with me and we started walking. With a grin, she said quietly, "Spoil sport, I was having so much fun teasing you."

She took a deep breath and continued. "First off, I think we need to get Mary in on this conversation and see what she can tell us, then I need to call a couple of old friends of mine, and see if I can pick their brains. One of them had some money invested in a resort and the other owned one for thirty years. When his wife died, he sold out to one of the big resort companies with the stipulation that he got to live there until he died. I've heard from several people that he's none to happy with some of the changes that have been made in the way the place is run." She paused a moment then moved over closer to me and slipped her arm around my waist. I put my arm around her shoulder as she continued. "Now, about this partnership offer, are we talking a full partnership or just a management position?"

I chuckled as I squeezed her shoulder. "You can have any position you want, anytime you want."

She laughed and bumped my hip with hers. "I know that, but we're talking business right now."

I stopped walking and grinned at her. "I'll put up the farm and the startup capital and you put up with me and supply the knowledge to get it off the ground. I think we have something great started between us and I want it to continue to grow and see if it will lead to something permanent. Is that business-like enough for you?"

She stared at me a moment, then blinked several times quickly. "Talk about your straight answers with no holds barred. Are you always this honest? If you are, then doing business or anything else with you is going to be my pleasure."

She put her other hand on my shoulder and leaned in to kiss me softly before laying her head on my shoulder as I hugged her to me. "I know I gave a big song and dance earlier about our going slowly but I'm beginning to think this is as slow as we can get. When something is so right then why fight it. I accept your business offer and anything and everything else."

Lifting her head, she smiled into my eyes and said, "Now that we have the business portion of this meeting over with, let's seal it with a kiss and go back to the house and make mad passionate love for the rest of the day." I didn't need a second offer.

Our kiss was heating up quickly as usual, and I was to the point of wondering where on the ground we were going to make love when the gate bell rang in the compound. Karen and I both jumped back and looked at each other. With a laugh, she grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the woods at a run. We were squatting behind some bushes as Mary's car went past.

"Damn, there goes the afternoon," Karen whispered.

"Is something wrong? I thought she was going to be at the store 'til seven like yesterday," I asked.

"Normally she would be, but if things are slow on a Saturday morning, then they're usually worse in the afternoon, so we close early. This is a little earlier than normal but not unusual, especially if she wanted to check up on us. Shall we give her a big surprise and walk back to the house dressed like we are now? It might teach her a lesson in minding her own business, although if we're going to run a nudist ranch then she will have to expect us to be naked from time to time," she said with a laugh.

We stood up and I looked at Karen a moment. "Being nude around you is one thing but in front of your daughter; that I'm not too sure about. I wouldn't want to embarrass her or myself."

Karen laughed for a moment, then took my hand and led me back toward the road. "I wouldn't worry too much about Mary's reaction to us being nude. She's been raised around it all her life. I was breast- feeding her the first time she went to a nudist resort and she grew up in that lifestyle. I thought I told you that?"

I thought back and shook my head. "If you did then it didn't sink in." I shrugged and smiled at her. "If you think its alright then lead on; when it comes to these things, you're the expert, and I'll take my cue from you."

Still holding hands, we walked toward the house. As we came around the corner of the conference building, we could see Mary sitting in the porch swing. We were more than halfway to the house before she glanced up from the papers she was looking at. She did a quick double take and stood up saying, "Hey you guys are holding hands!"

There was a big grin on her face for a second, and then the realization that we were both nude kicked in as her eyes wandered over my body.

I felt a stirring somewhere that I didn't want so I asked, "How was your day? Cut it a little short didn't you?"




I Won the Lottery



Her eyes snapped up to my face and she grinned, but when her eyes moved over to her mom, she got serious. "The health inspector came by and spent three hours looking around. He gave me a four-page list of violations and told me to close down. We've never had any problems before, what's going on?" She asked almost on the verge of tears.

Karen and I looked at each other and we both said, "Bill" at the same time. "I told you we'd have to watch that little asshole," Karen said angrily. When we reached the porch, Mary handed her mom the papers, which she glanced through. We filled Mary in on the deal with Bill and the lock on the gate that was his.

"That explains several things I had been wondering about," Mary said. "Bill had made several sly comments about him and you, Mom, that I couldn't believe and I told him so. He then told me about the way you shave your hair into a vee and the scar on your left breast. I still couldn't believe it, but I couldn't figure out how he knew what he did. Now I understand; he's been spying on us while we were sunbathing. He's also been running his mouth to other people because several of my friends asked me some strange questions, but I just shined them on, thinking it was a joke." She paused a moment to get her breath. "You're not going to like this one bit, Mom. I haven't said anything because I didn't know for sure, if he was lying or not, and how you felt about him. I was hoping that it wasn't true and I'm so relieved that it isn't."

Karen stepped closer to her daughter and asked, "Just what has he been saying?" Mary looked at me and then back at her mom. "It's alright; you can say anything in front of him that you'd say to me. We're going to be business partners among other things," she finished with a grin at me.

Mary looked at me sharply and then back to her mom. "Business?" she asked.

"We'll talk about that later; right now I want to hear everything that has been going on that you haven't told me about," Karen said.

Mary looked at me for a second, and then turned to her mom. "He's been telling people that he's sleeping with you and you're going to be his wife. From the questions that several people have asked me, I think he's also told some people that he's been to bed with the two of us together." She paused a second and then went on. "I can find out real quick; all I have to do is call Kathy. If I come right out and ask her, she won't beat around the bush, she'll tell me what she's heard. Her mom is the biggest gossip in the county."

"Give her a call. I want to know just what he's been saying and to whom. Damn, he makes me so mad," Karen said angrily. "If all that is true, I'm going to rip off his nuts and make a bow tie around his neck out of them."

I put my hand on Karen's shoulder as Mary hurried off the porch toward the car and her phone. "Take it easy, now's not the time to get mad. We need to figure out how to get even and how to make him pay for this bullshit. He's not going to get away with it, I guarantee you that," I said with an evil grin.

"His family runs this county, that isn't going to be easy to do," Karen said hotly.

I smiled at her and put my arm around her shoulders. "They're big frogs in a small pond, dearest. As soon as we get enough information, I'll call my lawyer and get him started on checking it out. He's one of the top legal people in this state and he'll know how to handle this."

"It's Saturday, you won't be able to talk to a lawyer until Monday and then we'll have to make an appointment, go into town and waste who only knows how much time and money, just to get told it's our word against his, in his county," Karen said.

When I chuckled, she looked at me and tilted her head to the side questioningly. I grinned and said, "You don't worry about that. I've got a lawyer on retainer that I can call day or night; weekends too, even if he's on the golf course."

Mary walked back up onto the porch with the phone in her hand. "Kathy has overheard her mom talking about Bill and us and she's heard everything that I told you earlier. Plus a little while ago she heard that you dumped Bill for some drug dealer." Mary paused to grin at me. "She also heard that we were loosing the store to the bank because the health department closed us down. News sure travels fast over the gossip grapevine, doesn't it? So that's what you do for a living? You're a drug dealer?"

I chuckled at that; yes, that would fit Bill's mentality all right. "No Mary, I'm something worse than that. I'm something Bill's not used to dealing with; I'm an honest man. I've worked all my life and I got lucky in the lottery. The money hasn't had time to change me yet and I don't plan on letting it."

Mary looked at me for a moment then said, "I can believe that. I trust Mom's judgment and instincts and she seems to approve of you. You're the first person I've ever seen her naked around besides me and my dad outside a regular nudist camp. That in itself says a lot."

Karen smiled at her daughter and said, "Ok, let's go inside and you can call Kathy back. We need to document everything she has heard and from whom. That way the lawyer will have somewhere to start."

Mary and Karen stayed on the phone with Kathy for well over an hour and had a legal pad page full of notes by the time they hung up. Karen was fuming by the time she got all the stories and gossip written out in some kind of order. Mary had disappeared outside and I was working on a quick lunch.

"It just burns my ass that anyone could be so stupid as to tell such lies. What did he expect to gain from it besides pissing me off? He knows me well enough to know that I wouldn't stand for this."

"I don't know," I said. "Maybe he wanted to get you in a position where your only option was to marry him. Remember the health inspector was at the store before we saw Bill out here. He had to have arranged that earlier. He thought you would be working today as usual and when you weren't, he came looking for you. I don't think he expected to find me here especially with you. He figured you were down at the pond sunning."

I paused a moment, thinking. "I figure he was driving past the house and saw your truck parked next to a strange one in the carport and his jealousy kicked in; otherwise he would have drove on through and parked nearer the pond."

Karen looked at me for a moment and then said with a chuckle, "For an honest guy you sure seem to be able to read Bill's mind." In a more serious tone she continued, "I will say though, that sounds about right. Were you a detective before you hit the jackpot?"

I laughed and said, "No, I was a machinist; you know the guy that makes little parts out of big blocks of metal. I wanted to be an engineer but never got the opportunity to go to college. I was doing good to get out of high school. If it hadn't been for football, I probably wouldn't have finished that."

She nodded before saying, "You sound like my husband, good with your hands; mechanically inclined he called it. He never considered himself smart in the book sense, but he knew so much about so many things. It always amazed me, how much he knew on such a broad range of subjects. Like you, he just barely finished high school. I like to think that I'm the reason he did. I once told him, when we were first dating, that I wouldn't go out with him anymore if he flunked out."

She sat there lost in the memory. When I sat lunch in front of her, she gave a little jerk and looked up at me. "Sorry," she said with a shy smile.

I smiled back at her and replied, "Don't worry about it; I still wander down memory lane every once in a while myself. Not as much as I used to, but enough that some people find it disconcerting."

She smiled as she looked down at the plate in front of her. "Hey, a girl could get used to this, although she'd probably end up as big as a house." She finished with a laugh. Looking around she asked, "Where's Mary?"

"She went outside while you were writing. I'll call her for lunch," I said, as I walked to the front door.

I opened it and looked out to see Mary reclining in the swing with her head on the armrest on one side and her feet up on the chain at the other end. She had her phone to her ear and was as nude as her mom and me. It took me a second to recover my composure as I took in the sight of her. Although she was slightly shorter than her mom was, Mary was just as well built, better in some ways. Her breasts were larger by far, with silver dollar sized dark circles under fingertip-sized nipples. Her hips were wider and more rounded. From the position she was in, her sex was peeking at me from between her upper thighs. I could feel my manhood starting to stiffen as I said, "Lunch is ready!" I hurriedly stepped back inside and headed for the kitchen. I needed to be doing something to get my mind off the picture of her young firm body. Nudism may not be a sexual thing but it was sure stimulating.

As I passed behind Karen, she chuckled and said softly. "Mary ditched her clothes I see."

"Uh, yeah." Was my witty comeback, which made Karen laugh.

Mary came in carrying her phone and clothes, which she dumped in a pile on the couch. Her mom looked at the pile and then at her daughter. "You can do that at our house, but you're a guest here, so fold them up and put them on the bed in the bedroom over there." Mary said indicating the spare bedroom. 

Mary grinned as she gathered up her stuff and asked. "Which bedroom are your clothes in, Mom?"

Karen laughed. "Ok, smart mouth; it's time to tell you the facts of life again. My clothes are in the other room on that bed and I probably will be too, starting tonight if a certain somebody wants me there. Now does that answer your question and any others you might have?"

Mary's grin faded a little before she replied, "Yes it does, and I'm happy for you." With a glance at me she continued, "I'm just wondering if you're not rushing into this a little fast."

Karen laughed and looked around at me. "We've asked ourselves the same question. We talked about that very same thing earlier but it hasn't worked out that way. Some things are meant to be and there's no slowing them down. We're as worried as you are about one or both of us getting hurt and that's as it should be. I know a big part of it is lust, but there's something else, more, buried underneath and it shines through like a jewel. I won't name it right now, just so I won't jinx it, but it's there just the same. I would have the same feelings if you jumped into something this quickly, and you'd have a hard time convincing me that it was real. Let's just say that I've been there once and I know what I'm feeling and talking about."

Turning to me, Karen asked. "Well, what do you think Mister White? Do we have a snowball's chance in hell of making this work?"

I looked at her for a long several seconds as my mind grappled with the idea of her in my bed and the other things she'd said. I was serious as I told her, "If it doesn't work, it won't be for the lack of trying on both our parts. I know I haven't felt this way about anyone since my wife passed away and I'm old enough to know myself pretty well." 

I paused to grin at Karen and then said, "Yeah, there is a lot of lust there, on both our parts. I find nothing wrong with that; in fact I find it to be one of the reasons I think it will work. It feels so natural and right when I hold you or kiss you. It's as if you're a lost part of me that's been found. It's hard to explain but I think you get the idea."

She nodded to me and smiled as she turned back to her daughter. When she didn't say anything else, Mary shrugged and turned around and carried her clothes into the other room. "Good girl," Karen said with a laugh. "Now if I could just get you to do that at home."

Mary came back from the bedroom saying, "If I did, then you wouldn't have anything to bitch about and you wouldn't be happy." As she walked past her mom, Karen swatted her on her bare butt. The bare hand made a sharp smacking sound and Mary jumped yelling, "Hey, that's child abuse. You saw that didn't you Larry. She beating me and no one believes it."

I laughed and said, "Uh, I think you're a little to old for a child, so it would be assault and battery, I think."

Karen chuckled and said, "I wanted to let her know that I don't bitch, I constructively criticize and I punish, but I don't bitch. Well, not much anyway."

Mary brought her plate over and sat down beside me. "You'll protect me won't you Larry? You've seen how mean she is to me. It's been that way all my life."

I chuckled and told her, "Lucky you, I know kids that would give anything for the relationship you two have. You'd better enjoy it, when you get out on your own; you'll find a whole different world. Speaking of which, your mom and I may have a job offer to make you. You said the other day at the store that this place was awfully big for just one person and you're right. Your mom and I came up with the idea of making this place a nudist ranch. What do you think of the idea and seeing, as you're our leading expert on hotel and resort management, how would you go about it? What do we need to get started? Where do we start?"

Mary glanced over to her mom and then back to me. "Danged, I wish you would just ask me for my opinion. I hate this beating around the bush," she said with a laugh, as she turned to Karen. "Is he this direct about everything?"

Karen nodded and said, "Straight as a string and no holds barred. What you see is what you get, so to speak." She paused a moment and then grinned as she continued, "I'd know more but we kept getting interrupted."

Mary made a face and said, "Ok Mom, now we're getting to the too much information level. There are some things that a daughter really wants to know but not about her mom, ok? I know you and dad slept together and other things but the other things are best left blank, if you know what I mean."

Karen grinned and replied, "Then be careful what you ask because you may get an answer you don't want to hear about."

I chuckled as I stood up and took Karen's and my plate over to the sink. "I find myself from time to time surprised at how you two talk so openly with each other. Then again, I shouldn't be; my son and I talk the same way when we're alone. Why should a mother and daughter be any different from a father and son? By the way, Mary, my daughter has given me the too much information speech a couple of times. I find that weird about daughters. Where is that female curiosity you hear so much about? On the other hand, my son asks me for details which I find surprising in itself."

Karen laughed and said, "Don't worry Larry; she'll bring it up again at a more leisurely time, when she can subtly pump me for the full details. Don't let her kid you, she's as curious as they come."

Mary looked at her mom for a long moment before changing the subject back to my original questions. "I think the idea is great and it will be very profitable, if it's managed right. Specialty places always bring in the highest prices and sun and fun is on the top of the list. As for how to get started, we need to get with one of the national nudist organizations and see if there is an opening for a club in this area, which I figure is not a problem since there is none. Then we need to do a bit of paper work to see if the economics are there for a bank to loan us the money for start up. Pricing and memberships we already have some experience with, since we belong to one club and have visited others."

"The hard part will be finding staff and getting it organized. The background checks on people to weed out the weirdo's could be time consuming and expensive. There are probably a lot of little details that we have no ideas about, that we'll need to address. Hiring someone already managing a place would be ideal but highly unlikely. If they are good enough to get us off the ground, then they should be opening their own place. Where's that pad Mom? I need to make some notes so I can look into some things, including the laws governing the business in this state. This is going to be an interesting project. I hope you guys included me in on this deal, because I want in."

Karen and I both chuckled before I said to Karen, "Well, it looks like I owe you at least five bucks. You said she'd want in and she does."

Karen got up, walked over to where I was leaning on the counter, and put her arms around my neck. Leaning in close with her lips next to my ear, she whispered, "I'll just put that on your account and let you work it off one piece, I mean one dollar at a time. With you around, I might not need but one man after all."

She nibbled on my ear for second, and then kissed me on the lips. My manhood was rising from the second her body touched mine and by the time we kissed, it was standing proud and tall. I only thought about this as Karen broke the kiss and stepped away from me. Luckily, Mary was busy writing and didn't notice, as I turned toward the sink and started doing the dishes by hand. Karen laughed as she moved back over to sit by her daughter.

By the time I finished the few dishes we had messed up with lunch, I had my body back under control for the moment. I went into the bedroom, found the lawyers card in my wallet, and returned to sit on the other side of the counter from the two women. I tried all three numbers that he had given me and got the same answer machine on each or at least the same message. I left three messages that said basically the same thing and put up the phone. He would call back shortly or I'd have a new lawyer on Monday.

Karen and Mary worked over a plan to get us started from the limited information we had. Karen made a couple of phone calls and like me got an answer machine. It was Saturday after all.

"Well, it looks like hurry up and wait time." I said to no one in particular. Mary laughed and Karen nodded her head in understanding.

After a few minutes of silence, Mary asked her Mom, "What about the store? That list of complaints is nit picking to say the least."

Karen nodded and replied, "Yes it is, but each one will have to be addressed and fixed. If this is the way they want to play this game, then that's the way it will have to be. Let me see that list again." Mary handed her the list. Karen studied it for a moment and said, "It won't cost a lot to clear up most of these, but it will take some time and work. The most Bill could have hoped for was to close us up for a week or so. Damn, this makes me mad."

"Maybe he was hoping the inspector would find something major or that you would call him to put in a good word or something for you," I said. "Either way he would have you in a bind."

"The loss of business for a week will put us in a bind," Mary said softly.

"Then what are we sitting here for? Let's go get a store ready for inspection!" I said, as I stood up and headed for the bedroom and my clothes.

As I went through the door, I heard Mary chuckle and say, "Yeah, straight as a string."

I was slipping on a pair of Levis when Karen walked into the bedroom and said, "Most of what has to be done is just cleaning and I need to get the exterminator out Monday to spray. Everything on that list is just blown all out of proportion. Even if it's spotless and I have the paperwork from the bug man, that still doesn't mean we'll pass inspection. If Bill wants us closed, we'll stay closed until he or his daddy gives the word."

I looked at her a long moment and then smiled, "That may be the way things used to work around here, but I'm going to try my damnedest to change that. When my lawyer calls back, he's coming out here and we'll all sit down and go over this health department thing and the gossip thing and tie them together and make a plan to clear up both of them."




I Won the Lottery



She smiled and stepped closer to me; she looked into my eyes for a long second and then kissed me. Her soft kiss quickly built into one of our toe curlers, our tongues dueled as our hands roamed each other. The ringing of a phone brought us back to reality and Mary calling my name had me heading for the living room after a quick adjustment to the front of my Levis.

It was my lawyer calling from out of state. He would not be back until Tuesday, but would be down to see me as soon as he got back. I quickly gave him the high points of both problems so he could think about it until he got the details. Just before we hung up, he chuckled and said, "Don't worry about this little mess, Larry. I've dealt with the Judge down there before and he's lost both times. He doesn't like to see me in his court; it always costs him money, one way, or another and I don't think this is going to be any different. In fact, it might be better handled in chambers, just the five of us. I'll give him a call and feel things out here shortly. How does that sound?"

"You mean four, don't you? Me, Karen, you, and the Judge?" I said.

He chuckled and said, "And the son, that's the problem and that's who we'll go after. Trespass, abuse of authority, slander, invasion of privacy; that should make for a good start. I don't think the Judge wants that can of worms opened up in public and with him keeping a leash on the son, it will stick. Also a little goodwill towards him in keeping it out of the press will go a long ways toward keeping you out of trouble, if you know what I mean."

I nodded to myself and said, "Ok, you're the lawyer, I'll see you Tuesday. Is there anything we need to do between now and then?"

He chuckled and replied, "Try to stay out of the son's way. My best advice is to stay put unless there's something really important you need to do."

"Well, how about the store, I thought we should get a start on fixing the things listed as a problem," I said.

"Don't worry about that list. I think by Wednesday afternoon, all that stuff will take care of itself. You relax and let me worry about it. That's how I make my living. I'll see you Tuesday."

After I hung up the phone, I told Karen and Mary what he had said. When I finished, Karen nodded her head and said, "This lawyer sounds like a smart man and since he's had experience with the Judge before, I feel much better. Letting the Judge handle Bill is right on the money, as is not going public. The Judge will end up owing us a favor at Bill's expense and he won't like that. I think Bill will be in for a bad time for a while, which will keep him away from all of us. He won't be able to do anything without it looking like he's trying to get even, and the Judge won't put up with that. It would just make him lose more face."

Mary asked, "What about our lost revenue from the store?"

I chuckled and said, "I'll take that up with the lawyer, maybe he can get damages out of Bill. I wouldn't push it too much; if he can, he will. I think having the Judge owe us a favor or two may come in handy down the road when we try and get this place up and running."

"I hadn't thought of it that way," Mary said. "The political aspects of running a resort are not really covered too thoroughly. I guess it comes under the heading of good public relations."

Her Mom laughed and said, "Yeah, when you break eggs, make an omelet. Only we'll use the Judges or rather Bills eggs." We all laughed at that.

After a moment Karen leaned over and gently kissed me on the lips, as she leaned back she said, "Thank you. Without you and your lawyer, things could have gotten really tough on us."

Before I could say anything, Mary walked over, put her arms around me, and gave me a hug as well as a kiss on the cheek. "She's right; you're our knight in shiny armor or rather Levis."

As she stood there with her full firm breasts pressed against my back, all I could think about was how glad I was that I had the Levis on. 

After a moment or two, I think Karen finally sensed my distress, because she grinned and said, "Hey you little tart, get away from my man."

Mary looked over at her mother and giggled, "But Mom, it's so much fun teasing him." When Karen didn't say anything, Mary stepped back from me and said, "Oh, ok, but you sure are taking the fun out of it."

Karen looked at Mary a second before she smiled and replied, "I know, but you've got to remember, Larry hasn't been around nudists before and hasn't had time to adjust. I think he's doing rather well considering the circumstances, so don't rock the boat." She paused a moment and then continued, "I'm not getting onto you but I am reminding you of how we treat a newcomer to this lifestyle."

Mary moved over to hug her Mom, before she said, "I'm sorry; I'll try to take it easy on him." Stepping back from her mom, she looked over to me and said, "Larry, I'm sorry. I know that this is a big change for you and I should have been more thoughtful. I didn't mean to make it hard on you."

Karen and I both busted out laughing at that last sentence and after a moment Karen said softly, "Yes you did." This brought a big grin to Mary's face.

"Ok, I did, but that's not what I meant and you guys know it," Mary said, chuckling. She moved back around, sat down at the counter next to me, and asked, "What are we going to do for the next couple of days? The lawyer said to stay put and out of trouble, the store is closed until he gets here Tuesday, I don't have classes until Tuesday afternoon. It seems a little weird not to have anything to do."

Karen looked at me and grinned and then she looked over to her daughter and said, "We have a lot of things we could do, but you're kind of on your own."

Mary said quickly, "Mom, that's too much information again!"

Karen laughed and replied, "We haven't even started to inspect all the buildings and make our list of repairs. What did you think I meant?"

Mary laughed and just shook her head for a second. "This is going to take some getting used to. My Mom with a man, my wish come true, to see you all smiles and playful again. Talk about your adjustments."

Karen laughed and said, "Ok, I'll take it easy on you and cut out the teasing." Turning to me she said, "If we're going to start staying here, then we need to get a few things from the house and store. You know those little things that women find to be a necessity."

I chuckled and said, "Should I bring just the truck or will I need to hook a trailer on the back?"

Both women laughed and Karen leaned over and kissed me softly before she replied, "I think the truck will be enough. That's one advantage of being a nudist, not a lot of clothes to pack."

Nodding I said, "Ok, let's get our clothes on, and get this show on the road. The sooner we're done, the sooner we can relax and be out of harms way. Bill will probably be waiting for you two to come home so he can pump you for information on me, if nothing else."

Karen frowned as said, "He's sure not going to like the idea of us staying out here with you. Well, maybe he won't find out until after the meeting with his father and the lawyer."

The trip to the store was uneventful; Karen drove her truck, with me in the middle between the two women. We ended up at their trailer first and it didn't take long for them to pack the few things they thought they might need. Three small bags were in the bed of the truck when we pulled up in front of the store. I waited out front while they went inside.

While I was waiting, a car pulled up, a woman got out and headed for the store. "Karen and her daughter are only here for a few things right now and the store will be closed until Wednesday," I told her.

She looked at me closely and said, "Oh, ok," and got back in her car and drove away.

I watched as she pulled out of the drive and that's when I noticed a sheriff's car parked on the side of the road, a couple of hundred yards farther down. I couldn't tell who was in it, but I assumed it was Bill.

Karen came out with a couple of small boxes and put them in the back of the truck as Mary locked up. When we were all in the truck and ready to go, I told Karen, "A sheriff's car is parked down the road, so stay well under the speed limit and obey all the traffic laws. If it's Bill, let's not give him any reason to stop us."

Karen nodded and started the truck. As we pulled out onto the highway, the sheriff's car pulled onto the road and followed us. The speed limit is fifty-five, so Karen drove forty. The car just kept pace with us all the way to my gate. When Karen pulled in and stopped, the car slowly drove on by. Mary got out and opened the gate and we pulled through. As she was closing it, the car went past again in the other direction. I had been watching in the rearview mirror but with the tinted glass of the patrol car, I still couldn't tell who was driving.

Mary got back into the truck and said, "I can't tell whose driving but I think it's Bill." 

I shrugged and said, "It doesn't really matter now. He can't follow us in here, not legally anyway."

"Thank God," Mary said softly.

The girls were unpacking and getting settled in, when the phone rang. Puzzled, I answered it. Some guy named Marvin wanted to speak to Karen, so I called her.

She spent a good twenty minutes on the phone and from her side of the conversation I figured out that Marvin was the guy that had sold his nudist colony and wasn't happy with the new owners. I snagged a couple of beers, sat one by Karen's hand, and headed out to the front porch. 

In a few minutes, Mary came out the door and she was once again nude. She looked at me a moment and then said, "You're a little overdressed if this is going to be a nudist camp." 

I chuckled and said, "Yeah, I guess I am." I got up and headed for the bedroom to get out of my Levis and tee shirt. I was sitting on the side of the bed taking off my shoes when Karen came in stripping off her shirt. I watched her wiggle out of the tight shorts and marveled at my good fortune.

She sat down on the side of the bed next to me to take off her hiking boots. I moved to the floor in front of her, to do it for her. She smiled and said, "That was Marvin, my old friend that sold his camp. I was right in the fact that he wasn't too happy with the way the place is run. I told him what we had planned to do here and he's interested, very interested. He'll be here around noon tomorrow, so we can talk and pick his brain a little. I hope that's all right with you?"

I had her shoes and socks off and stood up to remove my jeans as she finished speaking. "That's perfectly fine dear. Actually, if he's not happy where he is, maybe we have a place for him here, kind of an onsite expert." As I said this, I put my hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her back flat on the bed. I moved closer to lean down and lick her right nipple a couple of times before I sucked the hard bud into my mouth. 

Karen gave a small gasp and put a hand on each side of my face as she whispered, "Larry, behave. Mary's just outside on the porch."

I popped the nipple out of my mouth and whispered back, "I know, and the screen door squeaks when you open it." I licked and then sucked on her other nipple, which made her giggle. After a moment of this, she pressed her breast more firmly to my mouth and whimpered softly.

I released her breast and kissed my way down along her stomach. When my tongue traced the outline of the flaming "V" of hair on her mound, she moaned and pushed my head away. "If you do that, there's no way I can be quiet."

I chuckled and replied, "I was afraid of that, so much for my afternoon snack."

She started to giggle, until my tongue took a long slow swipe right up the center of her slit. When my tongue bumped over her clit, there was another soft moan on her lips. Her hands didn't push at my head, so I took another slow flicking lick. Her feet came up off the floor to rest on the edge of the bed and her knees opening wider. I lowered my head, probed, and circled her opening, savoring the sweet musky taste of her. Her hips lifted slightly and circled slowly as I worked my tongue as deep into her as I could. I removed my tongue from her opening and flicked it lightly across the pucker of her anus, which caused her hips to jerk and a soft gasp to escape her lips. I took another long lick up along her slit and ended up making small tight circles around and over her clit, which was standing up and swollen. Her hands were now pulling me tighter to her sex. A groan started deep in her chest and worked its way up to her lips with rising volume, as her thighs slowly closed on my head. A shudder ran up and down her body as she came, her stomach muscles jerking and twitching.

As she started to ease up on my head with her thighs, I planted one last kiss on her clit and sat back on my heels to smile at her. She was so beautiful, I thought to myself. All sprawled out and relaxed in the afterglow of a good orgasm. 

She opened her eyes and saw me looking at her; she smiled and sighed deeply. "Oh, I needed that, just the thing to relieve the tension that had built up earlier," she said, and grinned.

I moved up to lie on top of her and to kiss her softly. When the kiss ended, she licked her lips and grinned again, saying, "I think you need to wash your face." When I started to get up, she grabbed me around the shoulders and wrapped her legs around my ass. "Hey, there ain't any hurry. I like the feel of you where you are." With that said, she wiggled her hips and ground her sex against my manhood. "I'd love to try that right this minute but I'm afraid we would scare Mary, or at least my screams would."

I chuckled and flexed my hips, rubbing my shaft along her wet, slippery slit. She flexed her hips up tighter against me and moaned softly. After a moment, she said in a whisper, "You'd better behave or I'm not going to be responsible for what happens. I'm almost to the point of not caring right now."

I stopped moving and kissed her softly. "I think we'll keep that for tonight. I want to take it nice and slow, so we both can enjoy it. We can take our time and not have to worry about interruptions."

Karen chuckled and said, "That would just be our luck, wouldn't it?"

I kissed her again and got slowly up off her. She sat up and reached out to rub her hands over and up and down my hard shaft. Grinning, she said, "You just hold that thought until tonight."

She leaned over, planted a kiss on the head, and then licked the precum off her lips. With a smile, she ran her tongue over the head for a second and sat back up. She grinned and said, "Now go wash your face before I get carried away and devour you."

I grinned and said, "Yes dear."

She laughed and said, "Spoken like a true husband."

I turned and stuck my tongue out at her as I entered the bathroom. She laughed again.

She was gone when I returned to the bedroom. I picked up my beer from the nightstand and took a sip; it was lukewarm. I took it into the kitchen and poured it out. I opened the front screen to find Karen sitting in the porch swing. I looked around but didn't see Mary.

I started to ask where she was but Karen said, "She went for a walk down to the pond." I asked if there was a problem. Karen smiled and replied, "No, I don't think so. I think she just wanted to give us some time alone and some privacy. She left a note for me here on the swing."

I smiled and sat down beside her. I slipped my arm around her shoulders and she rested her head on mine. This feels so right, I thought to myself. We sat there quietly, swinging slowly. After nearly a minute, Karen whispered, "This feels so right."

I chuckled and said, "I was thinking the same thing." She looked up at me through her eyelashes and smiled.

"I love you," I said, softly.

She blinked twice, the smile never leaving her face. "Yes," She whispered, "and I love you."

I leaned over and softly kissed her. When the kiss ended, we went back to swinging.

A little later Karen sighed and sat up. Turning to me, she grinned and said, "This isn't getting anything accomplished. Come on lazybones, let's get some work done." She stood up and offered me her hands. I took them and stood up; as I did, I moved her arms around behind her back and pulled her to me for a long deep kiss. When the kiss brought a little shudder from her body, I broke it and stepped back releasing her hands.

She took a deep breath and smiled, saying, "That wasn't exactly what I had in mind but it sure was stimulating." She took a deep breath and blew it out noisily. "You go get the yellow tablet with our notes on repair and a pencil. I'll get my flashlight out of the truck and try to cool down. Damn, I want you so bad."

I grinned and said, "Yeah, me too."

When I got back to the front yard, she was waiting with the light. "Where should we start?" I asked. 

She indicated the house and said, "Why not right here?"

We started on the porch and made our way around the house, checking everything on the exterior as we went. Other than a lose board or two and a soft windowsill, it was in good shape. Inside we walked all the rooms but found nothing wrong. I opened the attic and pulled down the steps. Karen started up them, with me right behind. She stopped suddenly at the top and my face bumped into her ass. Since it was there, I took a lick up the crack in her fine ass. She jumped and laughingly said, "Behave, I'm trying to find the light switch and you ain't helping a bit."

I laughed and said, "Bet me!"

She took another half step up and flicked on the light switch, as I took another lick along her crack. She bent forward and stuck out her ass more. I used my hands to spread the cheeks and then the tip of my tongue to explore the tight opening of her asshole. She wiggled her ass and whispered, mostly to herself, "I didn't even know I liked someone messing with that." 

I gave her another couple of licks and then kissed each sweet cheek. "Ok horny, let's get back to work."

She giggled as she climbed on up the ladder, "If this is the way you work, how could I be anything else but horny. Damn, where have you been all these long lonely years?"

"Lost in the city," I replied with a grin.

The attic looked ok; there were no signs of leaks. We both agreed that another layer of insulation might be helpful.

Back outside, I asked, "Where to next?"

She grinned and replied, "It doesn't really matter, as long as it has an attic." I laughed and headed for the nearest set of cabins.

Again, we started with the outside and then went in to check each room. There was an attic but no steps, just a square hole in the ceiling. I went to get a ladder from the barn. Back in the cabin, I sat it up under the opening and motioned for Karen to go first. With a big grin she said, "There probably won't be a light switch for me to find this time, but I'll stop at the top anyway. Just to check things out, you know."

She climbed the ladder and stopped after she opened the trap door, sticking her ass out and wiggling it. I didn't need any more of an invitation. I stepped up on the bottom rung of the ladder and ran my tongue up and down the crack of her ass. Using my hands to spread the cheeks, I once again probed her anus with the tip of my tongue. The side-to-side wiggle became a slow front to back motion.

With a little shiver she whispered, "I'm liking this more and more. You'd better be careful or you're going to have a very horny lady on your hands, among other things."

I chuckled as I took a lick deeper between her legs, across the very wet opening to her sex. She bent more at the waist and moaned. I explored this tasty treat for a moment more before I moved my head back and gently smacked her on the ass with my hand. "Ok horny lady, let's check out the attic."

She laughed and said, "It's all your fault I'm horny."




I Won the Lottery



I chuckled and replied, "I'll gladly take all the blame or credit, whichever way you want to look at it."

Between the water spots on the ceilings in a couple of rooms and the watermarks in the attic, we decide this half of the cabin needed a new roof.

As we moved to the other half of the duplex, I said, "Only twenty three more attics to go."

Karen laughed and replied, "About two more will be all I can take before I rape your ass."

With a big grin I said, "You can't rape the willing!" Karen laughed and kissed me lightly on the lips. 

"Hmmm, that's an interesting taste, you have there. Have you always been this oral?" She asked as we toured the insides of the other half of the cabin.

"My wife always told me that I was the second biggest lesbian she knew. I never was sure if she was talking about size or appetite. She never would tell me who the first biggest was," I said with a chuckle.

Karen laughed and shook her head slowly before she said, "It sounds like you two had fun together. My other half was a good lover for the most part, a little unimaginative, but gentle and tender. Oral sex wasn't anywhere near the top of his list of things to do to me, but he did like it when I did him."

We had finished our inspection of the rooms and I sat the ladder up under the attic entrance. Looking at Karen, I grinned and said, "Me, I've always figured that what was good for one was good for the other. Experimentation is what fantasies are made of."

Karen laughed and said as she climbed the ladder, "Those I have plenty of, and you are adding several more today."

As she opened the trap door, I moved up behind her and kissed her on an ass cheek. She grinned down at me, as she took a half step up on the ladder and said, "You keep that up and I'm going to have to explore something I've only heard about."

With her leg raised the way it was, her sex was exposed to me and right in front of my face. I couldn't resist and took a long slow lick from her clit to her asshole. She whimpered softly and bent forward, sticking her ass out more. I literally attacked her from clit to anus as the thought crossed my mind that, nope, she wouldn't make two more attics. The whimper became louder and she bent farther forward. It only took a minute for her ass and sex to start pushing back against my face and tongue. With a deep loud groan, her hips jerked and then she froze. I took another long lick from clit to ass and back, which made her shiver and wiggle her ass. 

With a kiss on each ass cheek, I straightened up and took a half step down. I stood there admiring the view for nearly a minute, then I heard Karen chuckle and whisper, "Damn, an orgasm on a ladder. Who would believe this?"

I laughed and replied, "Me for one."

She straightened up a little and glanced around at me, with a grin she said, "Help me down from here before I fall. I'm as weak as a kitten."

I stepped up and put a hand on her hip to help steady her as I replied, "Kitten, my ass, you're a full grown pussy cat." I heard her chuckle as she eased back and lowered herself down a step.

Slowly she backed down the ladder, until she was once again standing on the floor. Holding onto me, she turned and sat down in an old overstuffed chair that was covered with a sheet. Looking up, she was grinning from ear to ear, as she said, "Talk about your adventures, that's one for the books. Never in my wildest fantasies did I ever think about sex on a ladder, what's next, the flying trapeze?"

I laughed and said softly, "Oh ok, I'll install one over the bed." That made her laugh, so I continued, "Or maybe one of those Japanese basket swings, the one with a hole cut out of the bottom."

Grinning she asked, "Are you going to swing me or just give me a spin?"

Now it was my turn to laugh. Shaking my head I answered, "Maybe both."

Smiling broadly, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly, before she said, "I had forgotten that life could be so much fun. Thank you for reminding me."

"My pleasure, in more ways than one," I said with the same type smile.

With a glance at my rampant manhood, she said softly, "It's not fair, I'm getting too far ahead in the orgasm department."

I grinned and wiggled my hips, causing my hard shaft to sway back and forth in front of her face. She licked her lips and reached a hand out to grab it. Leaning forward, she planted a kiss right on the tip and grinned when it jerked in her hand. When I took a small step back out of the reach of her mouth, she frowned and looked up at my face.

I grinned and said, "Women get multiple orgasms and men get to pee standing up. Sounds like a fair trade to me. Anyway, I'm saving something for tonight."

She grinned, as she ran her hand slowly up and down my shaft. "If you don't quit making me cum, I'm going to be so worn out by tonight, that all I'm going to do is sleep. Then what are you going to do with this, smart guy?"

I grinned at her and said sweetly, "I think, I can figure out a way to wake you up and to put you back out again, all at one time."

With a chuckle, she nodded and replied, "I don't doubt it for a second." Taking a deep breath, she stood up and said, "Ok, let's get back to work. Just remember though, I need a little rest and recuperative time, so leave my lower half alone for the next couple of attics, ok?"

I grinned and replied, "I can't make any promises, but I'll try."

With a chuckle she said, "In that case, you go first up the ladder. Maybe I'll be safe that way."

I laughed and shook my head as I started up the ladder, "Maybe, maybe not, you'll never really be sure around me and my dirty, devious mind."

She laughed as she followed me up into the attic. As the upper, half of her body came up into the attic, my lips latched onto her right nipple, my tongue flicking it hard and fast. She gasped and jerked back away from me, as she yelled, "Oh, shit."

I squatted there, grinning at her. She chuckled and said, "Damn, talk about scaring a girl. I didn't know what had happened, there for a second." She laughed and added, "You're bad, really bad."

"Hey, I'm having fun. I've never inspected houses that much before, and never with such a beautiful helper and a nude one at that. All of these fantasies and ideas keep popping into my head. So you see it's all your fault!" I ended the sentence with a laugh. Karen laughed along with me.

Before Karen could say anything to me, I heard Mary ask from down below, "Hey, what's all the yelling about?"

Karen looked down through the opening she was standing in and grinned, "Are you sure, you really want to know?"

I heard Mary reply, "Uh, probably not, knowing you two. I was on my way back to the house and heard you yell, I thought I'd better check to see if you were all right."

Karen chuckled and said, "Other than Larry scaring me out of a year's growth, I couldn't be better." She sat down on the top step of the ladder and looked down at her daughter, "Is there something wrong? You look a little funny." Karen asked with concern in her voice. 

Mary's answer was slow in coming. "I'm fine Mom. It's just that I was sunning down on the pier and I got a creepy feeling. It wasn't as though anyone was watching me; it was the thought that Bill probably had been at one time or another and it spooked me. I finally had to come back to the house."

Karen looked at her daughter with a loving expression and said, "I understand, baby. It'll be all right, we took his lock off the gate, and I don't think he'll take a chance on getting caught on this property. He doesn't know enough about Larry to know whether to take him seriously or not. He's crazy, but he's not stupid. He'll try and check Larry out before he tries anything else."

"I know Mom, but I think I'll stick kind of close around here anyway." Mary said softly.

Karen looked over at me and grinned, as she said to her daughter, "Well, you can help us in that case. It'll keep me out of trouble." She ended with a laugh.

"Spoil sport," I whispered to her and she laughed again.

"It won't make Larry happy, but it will keep him from scaring me anymore," Karen said and winked at me.

"Bet me," I said softly with a grin.

"Behave!" Karen said as she returned my grin. Looking down at her daughter she said, "We'll be down in a couple of minutes." With that, she stood up and climbed up into the attic with me. She gave me a quick kiss and whispered, "Poor baby, I'm spoiling all your fun. I really am sorry but you know how it is with kids. Anyway, we have all the time in the world."

I leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss; at the same time, I pinched her on the nipple. She yelled "Hey!" and jerked back sharply. I laughed and winked at her, before I turned around and started to examine the attic. As I played the light over the inside of the roof, Karen moved up behind me and put her arms around my chest. "I love you," she whispered softly.

I placed my empty hand over hers and whispered, "I love you too, and I do understand about Mary. I also understand that she's the most important thing in your life. I may kid around and joke around but I'll always have your and her best interests at heart. I want you to know that."

She pressed the side of her face against my back and whispered, "I know, and thank you." She planted a kiss between my shoulder blades and then dropped her hands to my semi-ridged manhood. I jerked a little at her first touch and she giggled softly. After a second or two of her warm hands fondling me, I was full erect. "Ok, do we need a new roof on this side of this place or not?" she asked loudly.

My hips moved uncertainly as her right hand squeezed my nuts gently and the left ran up and down along my shaft. After a second or two, I answered, "I think this side is fine. We can go on to the next set of cabins, if you're ready."

She giggled softly again, "And just how are you going to explain this, when you climb down out of here?" she asked in a whisper. 

My hips were moving back and forward by now. "I'm not going to have to, unless you quit right now. There's fixing to be a big mess up here," I whispered back. 

She giggled and quickly moved her hands back up to my chest, as she kissed me again on the back. "I'd hate to mess up my fun for later, so I'll behave, too." She whispered and moved back away from me.

She was over by the trap door and starting to climb down, when I turned around. Her eyes locked onto my rampant manhood and she chuckled, "This I got to hear." She said as she disappeared out of sight.

I chuckled to myself as I moved over to the trap door. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, as I steeled myself for the climb down. Once I was on the ladder and had the trap door shut, I glanced around and found myself alone. I grinned as I realized that Karen had taken Mary outside and in her own way, she was as playful as I was. 

I took a deep breath and folded up the ladder. When I came out onto the porch of the cabin, I saw Mary and Karen over in front of the next cabin. My manhood was mostly soft by now and Karen grinned at me over her daughters shoulder. I carried the ladder over to where they were and said, "Very funny," to Karen.

She laughed and said, "You're welcome!"

Mary looked at her mom for a moment and then turned to look at me. She looked back at her mom and said, "You guys are weird, you know that?" Then she took the legal pad and the pencil from her mom. "Ok, you guys do the inspecting and I'll do the writing. Maybe I'll learn something useful." Karen and I both broke up with laughter. "Weird ain't the word for you two," Mary said with a shake of her head.

We were finished with over half the cabins by the time it started to get dark. We called a halt to work and headed back to the house to clean up and to have supper. As we walked along, I said to Karen, "I didn't take anything out to fix tonight, I forgot for some reason."

She laughed and replied, "That's all right, I brought some frozen pizzas, and with the left over spaghetti, we'll be fine."

"All right Mom!" Mary said with a laugh, "Hit him with your best meal."

Karen's left hand made quick contact with her daughter's bare butt. Mary jumped away with a shout, as her mom said, "Best meal, you're ass. I can cook, so don't go giving Larry the idea that I can't. It's been fun, letting him do the cooking for the last couple of days." She grinned at me and continued, "I knew you didn't take anything out of the freezer, so I grabbed the pizzas to make a quick meal for tonight. Then we can get on with the main course."

I chuckled and put my arm around her, as Mary said, "Mom! There you go with to much information again."

Karen continued to smile at me, as she said, "Learn to live with it, daughter, I know I'm going to."

There were three frozen pizzas in the oven and I was warming the left over spaghetti in a pot on the stovetop. Karen and Mary were in the master bathroom, so I pulled out a stool and sat down. Until I did, I didn't realize just how tired I was. All the walking and ladder climbing had added up to more than my normal amount of exercise. At my old job, I spent a lot of time on my feet but it was standing in one spot, for the most part. I got up and checked the spaghetti once more, turned down the heat to 'low', and decided to go sit on the couch. 

As I passed the bedroom door, I glanced toward the bathroom. Karen and Mary were both in the shower, Karen was washing Mary's hair, and there was already lather from shampoo in hers. A soft smile crossed my face as I watched the two women. I could only see them from just below the shoulders up but my mind filled in the details. I grinned as the thought of how very lucky I had been lately, floated across my mind. I turned and went over to the couch and sat down.

I must have dozed off because the sound of breaking glass woke me with a start. My foggy brain wasn't reacting very well as I saw Karen and Mary running out of the bedroom. Mary's shout of "Fire!" snapped me wide-awake and I jumped to my feet. To my right, I could see flames at both windows and the door. I turned and ran toward the back door. Knocking the screen out of the way, I made a right and ran along the porch until I came to the corner; I jumped the handrail and slid to a stop. There was a hose stand against the side of the porch. I spun the handle to the faucet, grabbed the end of the hose, and headed for the front of the house. At the front edge of the porch, I squeezed the spray nozzle's handle and aimed the stream of water, high along the front wall of the house. 

I was beginning to wonder if I was doing any good. There was a lot of steam but I couldn't see if I was killing the fire. The center of the fire seemed to be dying slightly and realized that Karen and Mary were throwing water on it through the door. I played the hose along the wall, trying to avoid spraying the window directly. I was afraid that the glass would explode out of it, if I aimed the stream directly on it. I saw a movement on the other end of the porch and then there was a stream of water hitting the fire from that end. Mary or Karen had remembered that there was another hose down there. I could still see steam from time to time at the front door so the other one was still throwing water there.

As I worked the water back and forth along the thirty feet of wall on this end, the flames seemed to be lessening and dying down to some extent. I jerked some more hose off the reel and moved closer to the steps at the edge of the porch, concentrating more of the water on the nearer part of the wall. 

I noticed that the water was now running across the porch and that there were some flames on top of it. Gasoline, my brain supplied as I caught a smell of it. I was now making better headway along the wall. The decking of the porch was hot on my bare feet as I made my way up on to it.

I was almost to the door, when a whooshing noise and a stab of light came from my left. Looking over that way, I could see that a wall of the old barn was now on fire. One thing at a time, I told myself as I went back to hosing down the front of the house. Mary, who had been using the other water hose, turned and started toward the barn. "Mary, keep on spraying the house, the barn is too far away. You don't have enough hose to get there." I said loudly. She turned and looked at me and just nodded as she returned to spraying the wall.

Once I got to the door, I met up with Karen, who was using a large pot to toss water onto the fire. She would run to the kitchen, fill the pot about three quarters full and run back to stand beside me and then she would throw the water as far up the wall as she could. I don't have any idea of how many pots she had carried and tossed but she was sweating more than the heat accounted for and she was breathing hard and heavy. The next time she passed, I grabbed her arm and swapped the hose for the pot. She grinned and said, "Thanks."

I made about a dozen trips to the kitchen and back before we had all the flames out. When that happened, we all turned toward the barn. It was too late to do much about it; it was by now totally engulfed in flames. The old dry timbers burned fast and furious. As I turned to go into the house, something hit me in the lower side and knocked me through the doorway. I hit the floor and rolled over, grabbing my side. My hand came away bloody. I had been shot, I realized. I hadn't even heard a sound that had remotely resembled a gunshot.

Karen came through the door with Mary in tow. They both hit the floor and rolled over by me. I seemed to be in shock, everything was extra bright and sounds were echoed and tinny sounding. Karen said something to Mary, but I didn't quite understand, as the words didn't seem to register right. A small part of me wondered if this was a normal reaction, another small part wondered where the guy was that had shot me, and what was he planning to do next? I tried to voice the question to Karen but my tongue seemed not to be working, as it should. 

Mary returned from the bedroom on a dead run and handed some things to Karen and then was dialing her phone. Mary was talking to the state police and Karen was talking to me. I was trying to listen to both conversations and couldn't make heads or tails of either one. The word 'tails' floated slowly through my brain and I grinned at Karen. Then that word brought up the word 'naked' and I asked, "If she's calling the cops, then shouldn't you guys find some clothes?" I was surprised when all the words came out normal. 

Karen chuckled and said to Mary, "I think he's right and he needs a pair of shorts too. You stay on the phone while I get dressed and then we'll switch." She looked at me and said, "I've got the bleeding stopped for right now. It looks like the bullet took a rather large hunk out of your spare tire."

"Hell of a fucking way to lose weight." I muttered to myself, or so I thought. When Karen chuckled and Mary giggled, I knew I had said it aloud. 

Karen had a hand towel folded against my wound and had it tied in place with a roll of gauze. I had tried to sit up once but got dizzy and nauseous, so I lay back down on the floor. Mary was back on the phone with 911, after letting Karen take it while she got dressed. 

Mary looked at her mom and said, "They are at the gate and it's still locked. Do you want them to cut it or for one of us to go and open it?"

"Cut it!" Karen and I both said at the same time.

Mary grinned and relayed our answer. In a few minutes, two state police cars were pulling up into the front yard. Karen headed for the door as soon as their flashing lights became visible in the semi darkness outside. The barn was still burning brightly and had collapsed on one side. One cop headed for the barn, while the other came up onto the porch to talk to Karen.