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The Bucket List

By: SubmissiveRomantic



This is the story of a young man and the journey he undertakes in order to help his dying uncle fulfill his bucket list. 

Prologue

It was a cloudy, cool, and windy morning. John and MaryAnn stood grieving, as the coffin of Joe Taylor was lowered into the ground. John was going to miss his demanding, strong willed, adventurous and loveable Uncle. For more than a year he had lived with and worked for Uncle Joe. It had been part of the deal he had accepted. In return for being named his sole heir, John would have to help him complete the ten items listed on Uncle Joe's, 'Things to do before I die', list. Or as Uncle Joe put it, "before I kick the bucket." There had been one further stipulation that he had to agree to; John would have to complete the bucket list with him.

Chapter 1

At the age of 28, John Baker was a loner. He went to work every day in the accounting department of a small manufacturing company. His primary responsibility was to enter invoices received into the computer and pay them when they were due. It was a dead end job with almost no possibility for advancement, but for John that didn't matter. He had no ambition, no drive to climb the corporate ladder. As long as they paid him, provided a couple of weeks of vacation and a few other benefits, he would be loyal to the company and do his job the best that he could. Every day at five o'clock, he would get into his six-year-old Chevy and drive home to his apartment. He would make himself a can of soup or a sandwich and settle onto the couch for a night of watching TV. After the ten o'clock news he would shut the TV and get ready for bed. In a word, John's life was boring.

John wasn't a bad looking guy. He was 5'7", 135 pounds, with a rather slim almost petite build. He had brown hair and brown eyes. He dressed conservatively, as was his nature. His clothes were always cleaned and pressed. He was the kind of guy that never stood out in a crowd. The guy that always got overlooked or ignored. He was shy around women, primarily because growing up no girls were ever interested in him, so he never developed the skills or the confidence to interact with the opposite sex. Naturally, he was a virgin.

His parents had died in a car accident five years ago. He had no brothers or sisters and knew of only one living relative, his Uncle Joe. He had never met Uncle Joe. His mother had once told him that Joe was her only brother, that he had left home at eighteen to join the Navy and see the world. She had told him that they hadn't seen each other since he had left home and that the only contact they had with each other was their annual exchange of Christmas cards, in which she would update him on the family news.

She had no idea where he was living. His mailing address was a PO Box in Los Angeles; but she had been told that the mail was always forwarded elsewhere. That's why it was such a shock when John came home one day to find an envelope sent certified mail from Joseph Taylor, Los Angeles, California. In the envelope were a one-page letter and a one-way first class airplane ticket to Los Angeles. The letter was short and to the point:

Dear John,

I require your presence at my beachfront estate in Malibu. Enclosed you will find an airplane ticket. A car will be waiting for you when you arrive. I have a proposal for you that I believe will be to our mutual benefit.

Sincerely,

Uncle Joe

The next day John went into work as always. When his supervisor arrived, John asked to take a week of vacation. He apologized for the short notice, but he had to fly to Los Angeles the following Monday because of a family emergency. Although annoyed, his supervisor granted his request because John never caused any trouble and was a hard worker.

John made arrangements to stop his mail and newspaper, let his neighbor know he would be gone for a week, and arranged for a ride to Newark Airport on Monday morning.

Chapter 2

The flight to LA was wonderful. John had only flown one other time. He had been stuck between two fat men, who both reeked of smoke and booze, and had talked to one another as though he wasn't even there. In first class he had been served a real breakfast, consisting of a cheese omelet, fresh fruit, toast, and coffee. He even had a real knife and fork. After breakfast he had watched a movie and was able to take a nap before his arrival. 

After his departure from the plane, on his way to claim his bag, he saw a uniformed man holding a sign with his name on it. 

"I'm John Baker."

"Very good, Mr. Baker; I'm Bart, Mr. Taylor's personal driver. Let me have your claim ticket and I'll retrieve your bag."

John followed him to baggage, and upon identifying his suitcase, Bart reached in and took it off the belt.

"Follow me; Mr. Taylor doesn't like to be kept waiting."

Bart led him to a black stretch limousine, held opened the back door, and he got in. After placing his bag in the trunk, Bart got in the driver's seat, leaned back and said,

"Help yourself to anything from the bar."

They drove in silence for about an hour. John felt the car slow down and then turn into a driveway, wait for the security gate to open, and proceed up the driveway to the front of a magnificent house. He was dropped off at the front door, which was opened before John had a chance to search for the bell.

"Hello Mr. Baker. Please follow me, Mr. Taylor is expecting you."

He followed the butler to the back of the house and out onto a large patio. The view of the Pacific Ocean was spectacular.

"Hello John, I hope you had a pleasant journey."

A man dressed in only a bathing suit, rose from a lounge chair and walked over his hand extended. He appeared to be about fifty years old, with brown hair, graying at the temples, about 6' tall with an athletic build and a deep tan.

"I'm your Uncle Joe; I'm so glad you decided to come."

"Hello Uncle Joe. I've heard my Mom talk about you; it's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Yes, well, it's entirely my fault that I never met you before. I'm afraid in my younger days I was a workaholic and could never tear myself away from my business. Later, I felt that I no longer had the right to enjoy the company of my family."

"I'm sure you would have been more than welcome."

Uncle Joe replied with a water-under-the-bridge wave of his hand, and said, "Please come with me, we can talk in the library. Can I have James get you anything?"

"No thank you, I'm fine."

They entered the house and walked down a hall to a grand circular room with bookshelves lining the walls and large windows facing the ocean. A massive desk stood in the center of the room with two guest chairs in front of the desk. Joe seated himself in one chair and John took the other.

"John, I never beat around the bush; I have a proposition for you. I have cancer and the doctors say I'm dying. I have to get my affairs in order quickly. As you can see, I've made a lot of money in my life and I would like to rewrite my will before I die. I also have a list of things I'd like to do before I die. I've spent too much time making money as opposed to living my life to the fullest. So here's my proposition to you; if you will stay here with me and help me do all the things on my list, I will make you my sole heir. All that I have will be turned over to you -- the houses, the cars, the stocks and bonds -- everything. The only stipulation will be that you join me and do everything that I do."

I just sat there, too stunned to speak.

"I know this is a big decision for you; why don't you think about it tonight and let me know your decision tomorrow. I'm sorry that I can't stay with you today; I have to fly out to a meeting, but I'll be back to join you for breakfast tomorrow. In the mean time, make yourself at home; after all, this may be all yours soon. James will show you to your room. I've left instructions for the cook; your dinner will be served at 8 o'clock."

We stood, shook hands, and I left the room. James was there and led me up the sweeping spiral staircase to the second floor and to my room. The room was bigger than my apartment; the furniture majestic, especially the four-poster king sized bed. James then excused himself, saying that he had to attend to Mr. Taylor.

After he closed the door, I stood in the center of the room, momentarily overwhelmed by its grandeur. 'What should I do?' I spotted my bag inside the walk in closet. 'Unpack.' 

The meager contents of my bag looked lost inside the closet and the drawers of the furniture. I walked into the bathroom with my toiletry bag. There was a whirlpool tub and a large shower, each big enough for two people. On one side of the room was a cabinet that took up the entire wall, with two sinks, a marble counter top and, above that, a wall-to-wall mirror.

Now that I had all my things all put away I thought, 'now what?' 

'That patio sure looked inviting, maybe there's a pool back there as well.'

I had thought to bring a bathing suit so I changed into that, threw on a tee-shirt and made my way back downstairs and out to the patio. Sure enough, on a lower level of the patio, there was a large pool and a hot tub. The water from the pool appeared to flow right over the edge and out of sight. I eased myself into the pool; the water was refreshingly cool, but not cold. I swam a few laps, floated on my back for a while and then walked over to the stairs and out of the water. When I reached the level where Uncle Joe had been sitting, I found a young woman holding a towel and an iced tea.

"Hello, Mr. Baker; James told me you were in the pool, he thought you'd like an iced tea. I brought you a towel as well."

"Thank you, that was very nice of you."

I could feel myself getting warm; I knew from experience that I must be blushing.

"You very welcome. My name is MaryAnn. If you need anything else just ask."

She turned and walked back to the house. I stood there enjoying the view. She was about my height, maybe an inch or two taller, had a very nice figure and a full head of blond hair. She appeared to be a few years younger than me. I would have liked to talk to her more, to get to know more about her. I wondered if she worked for Uncle Joe; was she a maid, the cook, or maybe his personal assistant?

I spent the rest of the afternoon out by the pool, sometimes in the sun, sometimes in the shade, or when I needed to cool off, doing laps in the pool.

'This is the life,' I thought, and realized that it could be mine if I agreed to Uncle Joe's proposal.

Later that afternoon, I went back to my room, showered, and dressed for dinner. I roamed the house just to see how big it was. There were six bedrooms on the upper floor, a couple of which were behind closed doors. On the main floor were a formal living room, and dining room; the kitchen with a large breakfast area off to one side; the library, two public area bathrooms, and a large game and family room. On the lower level, there appeared to be a couple of rooms for the help; a fully equipped gym with a separate room covered in mats, with a speed bag on the wall and a heavy bag hanging from the ceiling; and the entrance to a four-car garage. 

On my self-guided tour of the house, I ran into James and Betty, the cook. I really wanted to see MaryAnn again, but she was nowhere to be found.

I settled back into a very comfortable chair in the family room and watched a little TV. I must have dosed off, because suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. 

"I sorry to wake you, Mr. Baker; dinner is about to be served."

I didn't realize how hungry I was until I entered the dining room and smelled the food being prepared in the kitchen. I took a seat at the table, noting that there was one other place setting. 

Hearing footsteps, I turned and saw MaryAnn approaching the table. I stood and waited for her to be seated.

"Hello Mr. Baker, I'm so glad you'll be joining me for diner this evening."

"Please call me John."

"OK, John. Did you enjoy the pool?"

"It was heavenly."

James brought in the first course, a small salad with a raspberry vinaigrette dressing. It was delicious. 

I finally worked up the nerve to speak to MaryAnn.

"So MaryAnn, do you work for my uncle?"

"Yes, I'm his personal assistant and trainer."

For the first time I took a closer look at her. MaryAnn was broad shouldered and her arms appeared to be well muscled, but not like a body builder; she certainly appeared physically fit.

"Yes, I found the gym downstairs while I was touring the house. Very impressive."

"Thank you, I set it up myself."

"My uncle appears to be in excellent shape. I assume that has a lot to do with you?"

"I can't take all the credit, he was already in good shape when I began working with him. Maybe you'd like to join us sometime, I'm sure Mr. Taylor would like that."

"Well, you've already seen that I'm not very physically fit. I really never got into that sort of thing, I was never good at sports. You obviously are in great shape."

I felt myself blush again, when I realized what I had said.

"Thank you, again. I was always into some sort of physical activity when I was growing up; gymnastics, swimming, and aerobics. When I went to college I studied the kinesiology and took other courses so I could get my personal trainer license."

James brought out the main course: filet mignon, a baked potato and steamed broccoli. The steak was tender, juicy and delicious. 

I watched MaryAnn as she ate. She really was beautiful. I glanced down at her left hand; she wore no ring. Maybe... no! What would a beautiful young woman like her want with a dull, boring, nobody like me? Then again, if I said yes to Uncle Joe... maybe then she would take an interest in me.

When we were finished with the main course, James came back asking if we wanted dessert. We both declined, but did say yes to coffee.

Our conversation was pleasant; it certainly was easy for me to talk to her. Finally at 10:00, James came in to clear the rest of the dishes. MaryAnn looked at her watch.

"Oh my, it's late; if you will excuse me, I have to turn in, I have an early day tomorrow. If you want to, you are more than welcome to join me in the gym, I'll be there by 6AM."

"I'm afraid I've never tried anything like that before."

"Don't worry, I can teach you. Please join me."

How could I say no to those blue eyes and that dazzling smile? "All right, I'll be there." 

We both stood and walked upstairs to our bedrooms. I noted that her room was one of the two rooms that I had seen earlier in the day with the door closed. I assumed that the other belonged to my uncle.

"Good night MaryAnn, it was a pleasure meeting and dining with you."

"Good night John, I'll see you tomorrow."

We each entered our room and closed the door. I quickly shed my clothes, put on a pair of boxers to sleep in, brushed my teeth, and settled into bed. I set the alarm for 5:30 and shut the light. I dreamed of MaryAnn.

Chapter 3

The alarm went off at 5:30; it was still dark outside. I was tempted to roll over and go back to sleep, but then I remembered that I was going to meet MaryAnn in the gym. I jumped out of bed, dressed and was on my way to the gym by ten minutes to six. When I got to the gym, I heard the steady thudding sound of a person running on a treadmill. There she was, dressed in a tank top, gym shorts and running shoes. She looked great; there didn't seem to be an ounce of fat on her. 

As I walked in, she must have seen my reflection in the TV monitor, because without turning or breaking stride she said,

"Hi John, I'm glad you decided to join me. I set up the other machine at a medium walk to start; just press the green button and start walking."

I did what she said and soon I was walking at a comfortable pace. Every once in a while I would sneak a glance over at her. Her top was wet with sweat and clung to her shapely breasts. I felt myself beginning to get aroused and turned my head back, chastising myself. After about a half an hour, she started her cool down and told me how to do it on my machine. I was only too happy to.

"OK that's enough of cardio; press the red button. Now we'll start you off on some of the circuit machines."

'Great,' I thought to myself, 'here's where I really embarrass myself.'

MaryAnn set up the first machine for two-arm curls with ten pounds.

"I want you to do twelve reps and then let the weight back down and rest. I'll be working on the other side of the room with the free weights." 

I got myself into position and began the exercise. It was pretty easy.

"Slow down, it's not a race; the key is to use good form. If the weight seems too easy, reach down and change it to twenty."

I did what she said, and after changing the weight, did my next set. It was harder this time.

"Good, keep it up, when you're done rest a minute, then do your third set."

I started my third set, when I reached the last curl, I had to strain a little but I got it up.

"Great, John; wait a minute and I'll set you up on the next machine."

I stood up and turned around to watch MaryAnn as she completed her curls. 

'Holy shit,' I thought to myself, 'look at her arms, they must be twice the size of mine.'

Now I had mixed feelings about working out with her. I felt so inadequate; she wasn't much bigger than me, yet she was lifting at least three times the amount of weight. But it was also exciting to watch this obviously powerful, beautiful, and sexy woman go through her workout. 

When she was finished, she set up a machine she called the lat pull.

"I want you to do the same thing; do twelve reps, then rest. If the weight feels too light add another ten pounds and repeat the reps for the last two sets. I started you off with thirty pounds."

I reached up, grabbed the bar, sat on the bench and began my reps. MaryAnn reached over and spread my hands a little wider and said,

"Good; keep it up you're doing great. I'll be on the bench press."

Again I felt I was able to add another ten pounds. When I completed my third set, I looked over at MaryAnn. I'm sure my jaw would have hit the floor if it wasn't attached. There she was on her back pushing the bar up until her arms almost locked. Each movement was slow and deliberate. I could see the number twenty-five written on the side of each plate. There were three of those plates on each side of the bar. She was lifting one hundred fifty pounds and she seemed to be doing it easily. 

When she was done and had re-racked the weights, I said, "Wow that was amazing, that was one hundred fifty pounds."

"You forgot to add the bar, that's another twenty five pounds."

She began her third set as I watched. I could feel my cock becoming erect; she was really turning me on. I was so taken by her raw power that I didn't realize just how evident my excitement was. When she finished her third set, she sat up, and looked in my direction. I saw her eyes drop to the front of my shorts and a smile crossed her face.

I suddenly realized what she was looking at and turned to face away from her. I must have turned scarlet from embarrassment.

"MaryAnn, I'm so sorry."

"John, there's nothing to be sorry about. Its natural and it's rather flattering. Thank you for the compliment." 

"But...."

"Don't think you're the first that I've turned on during my workout. When I was in college, I used to work out in the school gym; I can't tell you how many times I saw some of the guys staring at me as I did my workout; most of them were trying to hide their erections as well. Besides," she continued smiling, "from what I could tell from here, you don't have anything to be ashamed of in that department."

She led me through the rest of the circuit, showing me how to do each exercise, starting me out with a specific weight and asking me if I wanted to increase it. 


The Bucket List



Slumped in fatigue outside the door to his Mallorcan apartment, Rafael Nadal searched frustratedly through his pockets for the key that would let him back into the small flat that he saw so little of. The weight of defeat lay heavy on his disappointed shoulders; why fate had harshly spat on him he still could not comprehend. He had been so close, so close to tasting the cool metal of the Australian Open trophy for the second time, so close to biting his 14th Grand Slam cup, so close to Xisoming the first man in the Open Era to win every single major at least twice. But bad luck had taken him down, striking him with a back injury in a match against an opponent who he was the overwhelming favourite to beat. 

Finally, after minutes of rummaging, Rafa found the small key buried deep inside his pocket. Slotting it into the lock, he noticed the stiffness as it turned, a testament to how rarely he used his apartment, how rarely he was home. That, however, was the only resistance he faced and with a push, he was back home at long last. 

Sighing in relief, Rafa let his bags fall from his shoulders into a pile on the floor. From the inside of one, the runner up's trophy of the Australian Open glinted in the afternoon light, taunting him about the painful loss. The tennis great looked away, determined not to get emotional again. Looking around, Rafa noticed that the apartment was squeaky clean; Xisca had obviously tamed it during his month long absence and he loved her for it. With a pained grimace, he stretched his back, rubbing his hand gently against his spine in the aching region. Although painkillers and time had considerably lessened the pain that he'd forced himself to play through just days before, one wrong movement could send it back into the stinging condition that he found so difficult to bear. 

The Spaniard limped to the sofa, clutching his back with every step. Slumping down onto the light material, he knew that it was good to be back home. The sun shone comfortingly through the large window, light reflecting off the large expanse of Mediterranean water on the beach below. Where better a place to recover from such a terrible loss than Mallorca?

Just minutes later, the familiar scratch of a key scraping against the lock sounded and Rafa heaved himself up. The door swung open and Xisca, a shopping bag in each hand, entered the room. Quickly, she noticed her boyfriend waiting on the sofa. The bags fell from her hands. 

"Rafa!" She gasped, running over to embrace her boyfriend. 

A smile spread across the Spanish tennis player's face as she crashed into him. They saw each other so little, what with Rafa's travels and Xisca's work.

Their lips clashed together, conveying the message that they both wanted to convey without words: how much they had missed each other. When they finally released each other, Xisca frowned at him, stroking his hair lovingly.

"I saw the final."

It was the elephant in the room, the one thing that lay most heavy on Rafa's mind at that moment yet also the one thing that Xisca knew was most ill-advised to mention.

Rafa didn't reply. Memories flashed back to him of feeling his lower back twinge in the warm up, the cold feeling of dread washing like a river of ice through his veins, the boos of the crowd when they had thought that he was faking it, the tears at the changeovers, the hours of fighting through the pain to give an unappreciative crowd their money's worth. And then there had been the runner's up speech, when Rafa's tears had finally convinced the crowd that, as ever, he was genuine. That redemption, however, had been little consolation as he had watched Stan, a dear friend, kiss that trophy rather than him.

"I thought that it was the bravest thing that I've seen in a long time, you playing on like that." Xisca told him softly, before turning her tone more suggestive. "If you're lucky, I'll reward you for it later."

A smile broke out on Rafa's face; he was home. He was back with his beloved Xisca. All was going to be okay.

"Thanks, Xisca." He smiled at her. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going to have a shower."

Rafa stepped out of the shower, wonderfully warm water trickling down his muscled body in a steady flow. Quickly drying himself off, he felt fresher than he had done in days; he was back home, he had enjoyed a long, relaxing shower but most importantly, he had seen his girlfriend again. Wrapping the towel around his waist as he had done so many hundred times before, the best tennis player in the world unlocked the bathroom door and stepped into the bedroom which he shared with Xisca.

Lying naked in the centre of the king sized bed that Rafa didn't sleep in often enough was the beautiful girl, a thin layer of sweat covering her tanned skin as she waited for him. She'd let her hair free in just the way that he loved it most, sending it cascading in curls down her shoulders like a chocolate waterfall. Her body was thin but toned, with long, muscled, smooth legs stretching endlessly and small breasts capped with little pink nipples waiting invitingly. She smiled at him lustfully, excited about doing what they got to do so much less than they would have liked. 

Rafa felt his manhood stir under his towel. "Is the door locked?"

Xisca nodded, Xiskoning for him to join her on the bed.

"I hope you know how beautiful you are," the tennis player smiled as he walked over. He was telling the truth and she smiled at the compliment, sending rays of light reflecting from the whiteness of her teeth. In Rafa's mind, there was no more beautiful a sight in the world than his girlfriend's smile, and the fact that she didn't have any clothes on only enhanced that experience. As he sat, she pushed him onto his back, climbing gently on top of him with a mischievous expression.

"I'll be in charge today," she told him. "We wouldn't want to hurt your poor back any more, so just lie back and let me do my thing."

Rafa was not going to complain; seeing his consent, Xisca pushed her fingers under the towel that lay between them and pushed it off, leaving him bare to her eyes. They both loved this, being totally exposed to another, having nothing to separate their soft, tanned skins, being in a state of undress that nobody else would ever see. When alone, the couple loved to spend as much time naked as possible.

Xisca let out a moan of approval, her eyes flicking down to the part of her boyfriend that she was most interested in at that moment. It twitched and grew under her loving examination. 

"I always forget just how big it is when you go away." She whispered, clenching her fingers gently around its head. It had been a month since they'd last done this and although she'd had to experience such droughts of sex countless times since her relationship with the famous tennis player had begun, it had never got any easier. 

Rafa gasped as Xisca's left hand cupped his balls and her right hand gently lifted his soft and sizeable member. She held him and squeezed, then stroked the head a little bit before beginning to work the shaft rhythmically, easily arousing him. 

"Oh, yes! That's good!" Rafa encouraged. He could see his girlfriend smile widen wolfishly as his organ stiffened and his girth expanded in her hand. In a very short time he was fully aroused, over eight inches of pure male delight for Xisca. 

"Look at how big you are, Rafa!" Xisca cooed, rubbing her palm against the now reddish-purple head of his cock. She squeezed his shaft so the head swelled even more, then pulled back on his erection and let go, so it slapped lewdly against his belly. 

Enjoying the view, tracing her fingernails down his right arm, she mounted his chest and worked her way down his body, backwards, rubbing her arse over his manhood. Enjoying her control, Xisca pumped his shaft with long, slow strokes and played with his balls. Occasionally she would let go and allow his erection slap back and lie at its natural aroused angle, pointing towards his handsome but flushed face. Then she would stroke the tennis player's stiff dick from head to balls and back again, murmuring words of adoration. Grabbing him again, she traced her fingernail lightly around the underside of his cock head, making him moan despite himself. Then she ran her hands across the underside of his shaft, down to his balls and back up again. She was totally and truly enjoying this lesson in male-anatomy. 

Rafa smiled lovingly at her from his position on the bed. This was something that he had missed to an extent that words could not describe, a clothes-less Xisca clambering over his body, doing what she did better than anybody he had ever met. Not a stitch of clothing separated them; they were totally exposed to each other, her soft, naked skin on his.

"I'm gonna give you the best blowjob ever, Rafa. Ever," Xisca whispered in the world number one's ear, catching his lips in hers before beginning a slow kissing descent down his chest.

Rafa spread his legs and she crawled between, taking up residence and getting positioned to suck him. She placed her hands high on his thighs and continued licking and kissing her way across his stomach. She corralled her hair to one side so he could watch her pretty face minister to his throbbing cock. As she pursed her lips and kissed the bulbous head Xisca looked up at her boyfriend and smiled. 

Xisca hunched between Rafa's legs and moved her hands into the action. Her left hand cupped his smoothly shaved scrotum and her right hand gently encircled the base of his shaft and steered his rigid hardness toward her mouth. She licked and kissed her way up and down the length several times before jerking the end slowly with circled fingers as she guided his balls, one at a time, into her mouth. She sucked each with lots of heavy breathing and moaning, then began a long slow journey, head sideways, along the ridge on the underside of his shaft. As she got toward the tip, she dallied at that spot just an inch or so down from the head, and concentrated her efforts. Opening her mouth wide, she captured the whole underside between her lips as her tongue swept in circles and washed the tip with lots of saliva.

"Oh, God, Xisca!" Rafa heard himself crying.

"Not quite," she replied mischievously, before returning to her work.

She moved up and over the sportsman slightly, pulled her long hair aside again, and opened her mouth wide as she descended over the tip and took him in deep. He groaned as her smooth hot mouth absorbed most of his substantial length and she gagged ever so slightly.

She began to bob her head up and down, building up perfect friction with her lips and creating a wonderful suction as she moved. She pulled her mouth off for a quick recoup, jerked him a couple times, then spat a wad of saliva onto the athlete's cock and went back to sucking. The more she sucked the deeper she went and she could be heard gagging and choking slightly as she strained to take in as much as she could.

Rafa put his hand on her head, sliding his fingers lovingly into her soft brunette tresses, and pushed her head down harder, wanting her to suck every inch. She reciprocated by beginning an intense up and down sucking motion combined with a slurpy rhythmic moan that would have had him erupting deep down her throat in another minute if she hadn't stopped abruptly.

Xisca gasped, "I can't hold myself any longer. We need to fuck."

The Spanish girl enunciated the last word clearly, emphasising her rare use of profanity; it was symbolic, Rafa supposed, of how different she was in bed from how she usually acted. It was as if every time she took her clothes off, bared her skin, she transformed from a goldenly good girl to a wild cat.

Again, she climbed up Rafa's body from his glistening cock to his red, damp and chiselled face, pushing her lips into his. Their tongues met at the midway point, battling a battle of fiery passion for dominance. 

It was Xisca who broke the kiss, settling herself into a position where her legs parted and settled either side of his thighs, his cock slid along the slick channel of her pussy. With bare skin pressed to bare skin, she felt every inch of him.

The best tennis player in the world groaned, flattening his palm against her spine to bring her closer. His other hand closed around her small breast and he took her pink nipple into his mouth. Xisca clutched his hair and arched her back, an embarrassing squeal of pleasure escaping from her lips. It didn't matter; there were no secrets between them. He sucked on her firmly then flicked his tongue over her, kneading her breast with his palm. 

She sighed and looked down at him, watching his mouth work. "That feels, so...ahh. Please don't stop." 

Her hips glided back and forth, her pussy leaving a wet sheen on his cock. The growl that came from him made her skin prickle. When he moved to her other breast she tightened her grip in his hair, pushing herself closer to deepen the connection. His hot breath washed over her as he drew her nipple into his mouth. She rocked against him, her arousal building as his hardness parted her softness. She longed to have him inside her but wanted to hold out until he couldn't take any more.

She sat back so he could get the full view of her body, hoping it would help push him to breaking point. "All you have to do is tell me," she said. "Tell me you want it and I'll slide right down on your big...hard cock." 

Xisca knew the competitive drive that forced him to leave every drop of his energy on the tennis court would make him want to wait her out, but she figured she might have the edge on him this time.

"Someone's feeling a bit competitive," Rafa teased, but did not budge, showing that he in fact was feeling just as combative. 

She lifted herself off him just far enough so that she had room to slip her hand between their bodies. Her fingers wrapped around his cock. She felt her own dampness along the shaft and his pooling on the head. Her thumb swirled over the tip and she sent him a half-smile. "Every time I watch you play tennis, I see your opponents put 100% of their energy into beating you and they still walk away the losers. I want to be one of the ones who beats you, and I don't mean at tennis."

Xisca remained in her raised position and tilted his cock toward her, rubbing the head against her pussy. She used him to massage her clit, her undulating hips increasing the sensation. He had her so aroused it wouldn't take long to come this way.

He gripped her thighs and his eyes drifted closed. "I could use my strength and have you on your back in two seconds flat."

A wave of desire rolled through her. She gasped at the vision and wanted so badly for him to take over...but not just yet. "You won't, though," she said breathlessly, knowing the answer before she'd even asked the question.

His eyes opened to meet hers and he shook his head. Xisca held his shaft to her clit, teasing the swollen bud. She applied more pressure, sliding her slick heat against the head of his cock. Her orgasm came as a surprise when it hit her. A moan tore from her as the first squeeze of lust tightened her belly. The ache inside her swelled, Xisoming a rush of tingles that spread through her body. Her gaze locked with his. She watched his jaw clench. She grabbed her breast with her free hand and cried out as her hips jerked. He growled as he watched her fall apart.

"Fuck this," he said. "You win."

Rafa grasped the back of her neck and pulled her down, kissing her hard as he guided his cock inside her. He plunged into her with one deep thrust, his pelvis lifting to meet her downward glide.

She let out a strangled moan at the intrusion, overwhelmed by the thick heat of him, his fullness. Relief took hold now she finally had him inside her. He gripped her neck and clasped her hip, his mouth bruising hers as they kissed. He lost it completely but she loved it—all of it. Xisca leaned into him, her breasts nudging his chest, her hands tangled in his hair. His passion left her reeling. He fucked her hard, using her body for his own pleasure just as she'd used his moments ago.

Xisca pulled her mouth free and licked her lower lip. She dragged in air, trembling with pleasure as he groaned beside her cheek. His stubble rasped her skin, only adding to the sensation overload. He loosened his hold on the base of her neck and pushed her back from him with his firm grip. His fingers dug into her hips as he pulled her down hard against each thrust of his cock.

She ground down against him, still feeling the lingering tingles from her climax. Xisca watched the changes in his expression, mesmerised by the intensity in his features. His eyes were dark with arousal, his mouth open with the fast breaths coming from him. He looked her over, his gaze lingering on her breasts as they jolted in time with his thrusts. "Jesus, I can't— I can't hold back."

Pleasure rushed through her; she just wanted more and more. Her hand slipped between her thighs and she gave her clit vigorous rubs that had her moaning deep in her throat. He watched her reach behind her body with her other hand, delving beneath her arse to find him. Her fingertips stroked his balls and her touch had him cursing all over again.

She wanted to smile but she couldn't concentrate on anything other than coming. With her pussy still sensitive from the earlier attention it didn't take long to reach that point. She bucked her hips against him, chasing her release. It came on her in slow, lazy pulses at first, building to a rolling wave that crashed over her and sucked her under. Xisca kept rubbing and finally cried out, shaking until she thought she'd collapse.

"Come here." Rafa gripped her elbows and dragged her against him, wrapping her up in a hug so tight she couldn't move. She rested her mouth against his throat and kissed him while she caught her breath.

He sank further in his seat for leverage and drove inside her. The forcefulness of his thrusts brought on aftershocks that left her whimpering. He kept going, plunging into her until she knew he couldn't last any longer. Finally he clutched her body, held her hips against him and came with a groan so deep and guttural it sent shivers rushing over her. The gushes and gushes, ropes and ropes, streams and streams, of his warm release being pumped into her sent her into one, final orgasm.

Minutes, or what felt like decades, of bliss later, Xisca dismounted her lover and rolled into the space in the bed next to him. Their sweat and discharge were mixed in a potion of passion. Rafa had a look of the most blissful ecstasy on his face, the pain of loss seemingly gone from his mind.

Xisca turned away and frowned despite the pulses of pleasure still resonating around her boiling body. When was she going to tell him?



The Bucket List



"It's a Lear Jet LJ45; isn't it a beauty. I bought it in a bankruptcy sale a couple of years ago. Had the interior reconfigured; now it seats only four people plus the 2 crewmen. It originally had a seating capacity of nine, but I had no use for that many seats. Now it has a lot more room, you can really stretch out for those overnight trips."

I hadn't counted on this either. I had only flown a couple of times and always on big commercial planes. I gritted my teeth and followed Joe into the plane. Inside it was truly beautiful, with leather seats spaced six feet apart, with a center isle that lead from the privacy wall, which separated the cockpit from the passenger section in the front, to the galley and lavatory in the rear.

We sat in the rear two seats of the four seats, all of which faced the rear. Joe explained that these seats swiveled 180 degrees for conferences. There were also two folding tables, which were in the down position on the side of the plane. The copilot was finishing his final checks as the pilot closed the cabin door. 

"Mr. Taylor, we should be airborne in a couple of minutes. The galley is fully stocked. Please fasten your seat belts for takeoff."

Five minutes later we were racing down the runway. The rumbling stopped, replaced by the low roar of the engines, as we climbed to our cruising altitude. After a couple of minutes Bill, the copilot, came back to let us know we could unfasten our seatbelts. 

"Does anyone want anything from the bar?"

Even though I could have used a drink to calm my nerves, I followed Joe's lead and refused.

"It'll be about forty-five minutes to Sedona. We'll approach from the north so that you can get a great view of the Grand Canyon at dusk. I'll let you know when."

"These seats fully recline into beds for long flights," said Joe, obviously proud of his company toy.

I sat there and marveled at the luxury money could buy. I just couldn't comprehend that someday, all of this was going to belong to me.

A little over a half hour later, Bill knocked on the interior cabin door, 

"We'll be over the Canyon in a couple of minutes."

With seven windows on each side of the plane, we had a great view. The Grand Canyon is an awesome sight, the colors of the rock walls, the play between the sunlight and the shadows, the majestic Colorado River at its base, forever etching deeper into the earth, all contribute to its grandeur.

Ten minutes later we were landing in Sedona. The sun was already setting. The sky was streaked with shades of dark blue, red-orange and white. All around us were mountains of red rock as our taxi took us to the hotel. We checked in, went to our room, and after freshening up a bit, we came down stairs for dinner. 

We each had a steak, with baked potatoes and fresh vegetables, accompanied by several pints of the local craft-brewed beer. A meal truly fit for a king.

"I don't get to eat like this very often at home; Betty has been given strict orders from MaryAnn about my diet. However, out here with you, what she doesn't know won't hurt me."

I thought about that, 

'Here was a multi-millionaire; who employed these people, and he was more or less letting them run an aspect of his life.'

"I know what you're thinking, but they are doing exactly what I hired them to do, so how can I complain."

After dinner, we went back up to our room. The sleeping arrangement question was answered when Joe announced, "I claim the bed closest to the windows."

I set the alarm for 4:00 so that we could be ready for our 5:00 pickup by the balloon company. When the alarm went off, I looked over at Joe's bed, which I discovered was empty. Then I heard the shower. I lay there until Joe came into the room. With a moan I got up, grabbed a clean pair of boxers, and headed into the shower. When I was finished and came out back into the room, the curtains were drawn back and the silhouette of the mountains could clearly be seen in the distance. Joe was out on the patio taking in the view.

"John, wait until you see this view; I can hardly wait for daybreak."

Joe's enthusiasm for life was contagious. Soon I forgot all about my fear of heights and could hardly wait to be picked up.

Precisely at 5:00, a jeep arrived in front of our hotel, and our guide entered the lobby.

"Gentlemen, are you ready for the ride of your life?"

Without waiting for a reply, he turned and escorted us to the jeep. We drove a couple of miles to the outskirts of town. There we found a large group of guests, along with five balloons. Everyone was pitching in with the preparations for takeoff. At 6:00, the first of the balloons left the ground, followed every few minutes by another, until all were airborne. We were in the last one. Our guide and pilot Jesse, proved to be extremely knowledgeable about the history of Sedona and skilled at maneuvering the balloon. As the sun peaked over the horizon, we were blessed with the magnificent sight of the four balloons ahead of us, against the background of the red rock of the mountains of Sedona. Joe and I both had our cameras out taking as many pictures as time allowed. 

"Look John, over there is our hotel."

"Yes", I said, holding on to the side, not wanting to move more than necessary. The plane ride was one thing, in the plane there was structure all around you. Here however, there was nothing to keep you from falling overboard and down to the rocks below.

Soaring in a hot air balloon is like nothing else. The only sounds are from the wind and the occasional burst from the blower that maintains the hot air within the balloon. Jesse took us up to a height of around 2,800 feet. The 360-degree panoramic view was incredible. When we were outside the city limits he allowed us to drop low enough that we could watch the deer and other smaller wildlife without their knowledge. Without realizing it, I was beginning to feel more comfortable. He took us back up to around 1,500 feet as we headed to our landing zone. I just couldn't contain myself any longer. I gave what could only be described as sick war hoop. Joe shouted out as well.

After almost an hour of flight we touched down in a large field along with three of the other balloons. All of the guests gathered together, sharing their impressions and feelings about the adventure they had experienced. About fifteen minutes later two large jeeps pulled in with the passengers from the other balloon, which had drifted slightly off course. When we were all together we walked over to the hospitality tent that had been erected and had a refreshing breakfast of fresh fruit, muffins and champagne. It was the perfect ending for our first task.

The company drove us back to our hotel. Joe and I walked into the lobby and, over a cup of coffee, talked about what to do next. 

"Since we're here for another night, why don't we tour the downtown area of Sedona?"

I agreed with Joe, so I had the desk call us a taxi to take us. Downtown Sedona (which they actually call 'Uptown') consists of one main street - about six blocks long - with retail shops, art galleries, and restaurants and bars. We walked up one side of the street and down the other, commenting on what we saw, laughing and having a good time. This was a side of Joe that I hadn't seen before, and I liked it. We grabbed a burger and a beer at the Cowboy Bar and Grill. As we were leaving, Joe spotted a pink jeep pulling into the driveway across the street and the sign on the building, 'Pink Jeep Tours.'

He practically dragged me across the street.

"Come on, let's take the tour."

The next tour that was available was called The Scenic Rim/Broken Arrow Tour. We hoped into the jeep, joined by a young couple who were here on their honeymoon. Soon we were headed out of town and into the back-country. Our driver/guide pointed out the sights as we traveled -- Bell Rock and Cathedral Rock and several other red rock formations -- and explained the process of their formation. Soon we headed off the road and onto dirt trails; we ascended 2000 feet to the top of Mogollon Rim. There he stopped the jeep and we had a chance to explore the area, take some pictures of the spectacular scenery and climb out onto the rocks. On the decent back to the valley below, our driver took us on a jarring twenty-minute journey over large boulders and through deep gorges. Finally we were on flat ground again and headed back to civilization.

We got back to our hotel around 5:00. While Joe used the shower to wash off the sweat and red dust from our day of adventure, I sat on the patio and watched as the balloons from the evening trip passed overhead. The view was almost as good from this angle as it was from up there. Then it was my turn to use the shower. Later after we dressed, we went to dinner.

"John, I want to thank you for sharing this adventure with me." 

"It was my pleasure Joe; I loved every minute of it."

Next morning, after breakfast, we took a cab to the airport. Dave and Bill had everything all set for the return trip. By noon, we were back in Malibu. Before heading up to my room, I went to the study, turned on my computer and created 'THE BUCKET LIST'. I numbered down one side of the sheet from ten to one. By number ten I typed 'Hot Air Ballooning in Sedona, AZ.' and next to that I typed the word - DONE. I saved my work and shut down the computer wondering 'What's next.'

Chapter 9

I didn't have long to wonder. At dinner, Joe and I told MaryAnn all about our weekend adventure. We were both very enthusiastic as we told her about the balloon ride. During a lull in the conversation, Joe pulled a sheet of paper out of his shirt pocket.

"Here is our next item on the list."

I unfolded the paper and read, 

Number 9 - Take a Dale Carnegie course.

Oh my God, if there was anything that scared me more than heights it was standing up in front of strangers and speaking. I looked into Joe's eyes; I'm sure he could see the panic and fear.

"Set that up for early next week."

He got up out of his chair.

"I assume I'll see you both tomorrow morning in the gym," and he left the room.

MaryAnn leaned over and read the note.

"That scares you, doesn't it?"

"More than you could possibly know. In high school I had to give a speech in front of my English class. I was so bad that I'm sure they were all laughing at me."

"Let me look at that again. It doesn't say public speaking course; it just says a Dale Carnegie course. Maybe there are other courses there that won't be so bad. We'll look online tomorrow after breakfast."

"Thanks MaryAnn. You're a life saver."

"Don't thank me now; you can wait until after I work your butt into the ground tomorrow morning to thank me. I can just imagine what you two guys ate over the weekend, and I'm sure neither of you thought to look for the gym while you were there."

I just sat there and looked at the table.

"I thought so," she said with a hint of a laugh in her voice. "I'll see you in the morning."

That night I had nightmares about standing naked in front of a group of women, all looking exactly like MaryAnn, trying to explain why I was so out of shape.

When I walked into the gym Monday morning, MaryAnn had my workout already programmed into the treadmill. It was harder than I had ever done before, but I got through it. After his extended warm up, she had Joe on the free weights, pushing him to reach new maximums on several exercises. 

"Both of you, great job. That will teach you to skip your workouts and cheat on your diets. Now get out of here."

After breakfast, MaryAnn and I met in the study. We looked online and found the Dale Carnegie Training site. Looking through the courses I found one that I felt would satisfy Joe, one that I could also handle. The course name was 'Effective Communication & Human Relations/Skills for Success. The course was designed to strengthen interpersonal relationships, manage stress and handle fast-changing workplace conditions, as well as to teach better communication skills, problem solving and leadership training, and finally to develop a take-charge attitude with confidence and enthusiasm. 

The course was offered in 3-day, 8-week or 12-week formats. I typed up my report for Joe. I would let him decide what would fit best into his schedule.

The next day I found an envelope on my chair when I came down for breakfast. Inside was a note that read:

"Good choice of which course to take. Let's go with the eight-week format, we can work that in with Number 8 - Learn to Dance. Please sign up MaryAnn for this one as well."

I handed the paper to MaryAnn.

"Why that dirty stinker! Wait until I get his butt in the gym tomorrow afternoon; I'll teach him a thing or two."

After breakfast, I went on online and registered the three of us for an afternoon dance class, and Joe and I for the evening Dale Carnegie course. MaryAnn would have to drive herself to the dance class, which was a one-hour lesson, then she could have the rest of the day to herself. Joe and I would stay in Long Beach for the three-hour course that would start at six. It would make for a long day but would leave the other days free. When I told MaryAnn the plan, she said it was fine with her; she could use the time in Long Beach to visit with friends.

Dinner was a quiet affair that evening. Even I could tell that there was some tension between Joe and MaryAnn. I wondered what she meant about the gym in the afternoon. 

I expected to be the only one in the gym the next morning, but when I arrived MaryAnn had Joe on the treadmill. She set me up on the circuit machines, increasing the weight on each by another five pounds.

"John, you're doing really well, soon you'll be catching up to Joe."

I seriously doubted that, but took the compliment anyway. I think it was more of a dig at Joe than an accurate statement of my abilities. 

That afternoon, curiosity got the better of me. I wandered down to the gym to find out what was going on. When I got there, however, I found the door to the gym locked. I tried to listen for any signs of activity emanating from the room, but there were none; I guess the whole area had been sound- proofed. Disappointed I turned and went back upstairs.

When I came down for dinner that night, I was told that I'd be dining alone. It seemed that both Joe and MaryAnn had made other plans for the evening.

I spent a quiet evening watching TV; wondering if I'd be alone tomorrow in the gym. The next morning, however, MaryAnn was already there, setting the treadmill for my workout. Whenever I could I glanced in her direction, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. I didn't ask and she didn't offer any information about what had happened yesterday afternoon, or where Joe was this morning. I had to assume that this was just another of his mysterious disappearing acts. It really wasn't any of my business anyway.

I didn't see Joe for the rest of the week. MaryAnn and I had our meals together and we chatted about what we thought about taking dancing lessons. Neither one of us had ever learned to dance. 

"I had no interest in dancing when I was in high school. Most of the boys in my school didn't know how to dance, and the ones that did thought of it as foreplay."

I burst out laughing when she said that.

"I didn't learn how to dance either. I guess it was because it would involve actually holding and talking to a girl. That was something that I could never do when I was that age."

"Well, I guess we'll both be exploring uncharted ground on Monday."

Early Monday afternoon, the three of us in two cars drove to Long Beach. I was a nervous wreck thinking about having to hold a stranger and have her teach me how to do something I was sure I'd be terrible at. When we got out of our cars, I looked over at MaryAnn. I could tell she didn't like this anymore than I did. 

"Come on you two, lighten up; this is going to be great," Joe said as he held the door to the studio. 

We signed in with the receptionist and were led to dance studio. Inside was our instructor, a beautiful red headed woman, about 5'10" in heels; thin with a great figure and long nicely shaped legs. 

"Hello! Welcome, my name is Susan, I will be your instructor for the next eight weeks. You will be learning the basics of eight different dances. Dances which have been done by millions of people all over the world for, in some cases, hundreds of years. The first dance will be the fox trot."

She had us gather in front of her as she demonstrated the basic steps. She then took each one of us separately and walked us through the steps. I was stiff as a board the first time she took my hand in hers and placed it on her back, and held my other hand. 

"Relax John, no one is going hurt you; start forward with your left foot, now walk forward with your right, good, step to the side with your left and bring your right foot next to the left. Good, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

With MaryAnn, she took the lead position, explaining that it was the man's role to lead the woman around the floor. I could tell that MaryAnn was just as stiff as I had been.

After repeating the same steps with Joe, she walked over to a table by the wall and turned on the music. 

"Now we will pair off, and we will try it to the music. Joe you will be my partner; John, you dance with MaryAnn. Ok, assume the position... begin." 

I took her hand in mine and placed my other on her back. As I looked into her eyes, all I could picture was that first time on the patio, as I put lotion on her nearly naked body. 

"Keep to the beat of the music. Good. Smile. Look into your partner's eyes. This is supposed to be social dancing not torture. Have fun."

I could feel her muscles at first tight with stress, slowly relax as I guided her around the floor. I was in heaven, holding an angel, totally unaware of the rest of the room.

"John, MaryAnn, you've done this before?"

"No," I replied. It was just so easy to dance with her. "She must already know how to dance."

MaryAnn just shook her head and looked into my eyes and smiled.

"Well you both have done very well with the first step; let's go on with some more of the advanced steps of the foxtrot."

She showed us how to Promenade, Left Turn, and Box Step explaining that each was a step that could be used on the dance floor and that the key was to string them together to navigate around a crowded dance floor. By the end of the hour, both Joe and I were leading our partners around the floor.

Reluctantly, we said goodbye and walked out to our cars. Without thinking about, I kissed MaryAnn lightly on the cheek.

"Thank you, you made it so easy for me today."

"I had a very good partner; thank you for making it so much fun. See you tomorrow morning."

She returned my kiss with a short kiss on my lips and turned and got into her car and drove off.

"She likes you."

I blushed as only then did I realize that Joe was a witness to our exchange. 

"Let's go get something to eat before going over to the course."

After dinner we went to where the course was being held. I wish I could say that it was as enjoyable as the dancing lesson. It was not. The instructor was a gentleman about my age, full of energy and exuberance to the point of being obnoxious. He went over the course outline and had us do various mental exercises on how to remember names and facts. We broke up into small groups and practiced, introducing ourselves and giving and listening for information on which to build relationships. I was amazed that before the end of the night I had the names and contact information of several of the students in the class, both men and women. 

'This isn't going to be as hard as I thought.'

As we drove back to Malibu, Joe and I exchanged comments on the course and on the day in general. After we had exhausted our discussion of the course, he steered the conversation to our dance class.




The Bucket List



"So John, it appeared to me that you really liked the dance class. It looked like you were enjoying being MaryAnn's partner."

"What's not to like? She's a beautiful, sexy young woman. I was really having a good time. By the way, you didn't seem to be shying away from your partner either. It looked to me like you were trying to be the teacher's pet."

Laughing, "She is rather pretty after all. I don't get to meet many beautiful women socially anymore."

I wanted to pursue this further, but I could tell that Joe was turning inward and becoming melancholy, so I dropped it. 

We got back to the house around ten and went our separate ways; Joe to his office in the library, me to my room to get ready for bed. 

The next morning I met MaryAnn in the gym. After warm-ups, she pushed me hard on the circuit machines and on the free weights. Neither of us brought up the dance class. 

"John you're doing really well with your weight training, I'm beginning to see some real changes in your muscle tone and development. I think in a couple of weeks we can start you on my boxing regime. That will help you with both cardio fitness and strength."

I left the gym with the image of MaryAnn in shorts and a sleeveless shirt pounding away on the heavy bag, sweat dripping down her face; a fighting Amazon. By the time I got up to my room I needed to take a cold shower.

I was alone for breakfast. I assumed that MaryAnn and Joe had one of their special sessions and were not going to be available until later. I had nothing else to do but to sit by the pool and soak up some rays. When I got too hot I took a dip in the pool. Life was good.

For the next several weeks, my life stayed pretty much the same. We had our dance classes, and Joe and I attended the evening course, which got more interesting as it went on. 

One Tuesday morning MaryAnn announced after my warm up on the treadmill, that she wanted me to join her in what she called the "combat room". I walked into the fifteen by fifteen foot room, and there was MaryAnn dressed just as I had envisioned her.

"Come here John, let me get you set up with some training gloves and pads."

I walked over doing my best to avoid getting an erection. After she fit me with the gloves, she demonstrated the technique involved in working out on the heavy bag. The bag swayed as she hit it with both hands.

"Ok John, now I want you to try it. Go easy at first; I don't want you to injure yourself by hitting it wrong. I'll watch and correct your form as you go."

I began to hit the bag as I had seen her do it. Softly at first, as she corrected my form; then with more power and increased frequency, I threw punches with both hands.

"Good John, just like that. I want you to give me ten minutes on the bag."

By the end of ten minutes I thought I was going to die. When she shouted, "Time" I leaned over, my hands on my knees, sweat pouring down my face.

"That was really good John. See what a great workout that gives you. You're done for the day; leave the gloves and the pads and we'll do it again tomorrow.

'If I live until tomorrow,' I thought as I made my way out of the room and out of the gym. I could hear the thuds of her fists pounding away on the bag as I headed upstairs. I had a new appreciation as to how strong she was, and how good of shape she is in. 

That night I had a very erotic dream, about MaryAnn and me, revolving around my new workout regime and dancing. I woke up the following morning with an erection and very sore arms.

During the remainder of the eight weeks, we learned the Cha-Cha, Rumba, Disco and the Waltz. I also made it through several impromptu speeches and one-on-one communication exercises with members of the group.

I must say that I was rather proud of myself when I received my certificate of course completion from Dale Carnegie Training. But, I was even more so when, as a final assignment, along with our dance instructor, the three of us went out to dinner and dancing at a fancy restaurant. It felt like my first date with MaryAnn and I totally enjoyed it.

When we got home that night, instead of going up to my room, I went to my desk in the study, turned on my computer and edited my list: 

Number 9 - Take a Dale Carnegie course - DONE; 

Number 8 - Learn to Dance - DONE. 

I updated and shut down my computer. I went to bed wondering - 'what's next?'

Chapter 10

The next morning when I got up, before getting dressed, I checked myself out in the mirror. I could see some definition in my chest and arms, I had lost any fat that I had around my waist and had put on about ten pounds. Soon I would have to get new workout shirts because my old shirts were getting too tight. 

'Maybe, just maybe, I could impress MaryAnn with my improvement.'

I went downstairs to the gym, MaryAnn was already there as usual, but instead of warming up she was sitting on the weight bench holding an envelope addressed to me.

I already knew what it contained, it was just a question how bad it was going to be. I unfolded the paper, read it and looked up at MaryAnn,

"He's got to be kidding, I can't do that."

"He's not kidding; he talked to me about it last night."

I looked back at the paper again; 

Number 7 - Participate in a Mixed Boxing Match.

I looked into her eyes,

"Not with you, I could never hit you, I won't do it."

"No, not with me, I just have to train the both of you. Get warmed up on the treadmill, then come into the combat room and we'll start your training."

After I was warmed up, I entered the room and put on my wraps and the twelve-ounce gloves that she had out for me.

"Today we are going to go over the basic punches, most of which you have already been using during your workouts on the bag. Let's first take up the proper stance. Since you're right handed, your left foot is out in front, and you will jab with your left hand, throw hooks with your left as well, and use the right to throw straight punches, uppercuts and hooks to the head of your opponent. This is just like working out on the bag except, for one thing, unlike the bag your opponent will be defending herself and will be punching back."

She stood in front of me wearing headgear and body pads while I had nothing, not even a mouthpiece.

When I commented on this, she told me not to worry. She was not going to be throwing any punches.

"You're not ready for that, yet!"

For the next hour I learned how to punch with either hand, how to double up on my punches, when to throw what type of punch. I was beginning to feel pretty good about this, that is until MaryAnn hit me with two 'love taps' on both cheeks. Neither one hurt me, but they did get my attention.

"I'm sorry," she said, "I guess I lied before when I said I won't throw any punches. I wanted to make a point. Your opponent is only going to stay on defense for so long before she will try to hurt you. When she goes on offense you have to be able to defend against her punches. You defend against getting hit by using your gloves, your arms, and your shoulders to block or deflect her punches, but the most important element of defense is movement. It is a lot harder to hit an object in motion than it is to hit a stationary target. Tomorrow we'll work on movement and defense; this time you will be wearing the protective gear. We're done for today, take off the gloves and join me for a run on the beach."

As we ran up the beach I couldn't help looking over at her. She was so awesome, so beautiful and yet so deadly. We ran north along the coast for what seemed like a couple of miles and then turned around and ran back to the house. By the time we finished I was sucking wind, while she looked like she could do it all over again.

"We are going to have to build up your stamina if you are going to go four rounds with an experienced fighter. Most people have no idea how physically demanding boxing can be. If you're not in top shape, you'll be dead meat by the end of the third round. Let's go in and shower, change, and then have breakfast."

I must have had a look of shock on my face, when I turned back towards her.

"Not together, silly." 

She punched me in the arm and ran up the stairs to the patio. I walked, my eyes never leaving that magnificent butt of hers.

At breakfast, I asked her if she knew who Joe and I would be fighting. 

"I've never met them personally. All I know is that they are a mother-and-daughter team that owns a gym in San Diego. Joe was the one that told me about them and he was the one that set this up."

Our training sessions continued for the next three weeks. I trained in the morning, and Joe trained in the afternoon. One Tuesday morning, MaryAnn told me that it was time to begin sparring with one another. We were wearing twelve-ounce gloves, headgear, and mouthpieces when we met in the center of the room. 

"This is for real, she said, protect yourself at all times. We have to determine if you can take being punched, some people can't, if you feel that you have to quit, don't be a hero, just do it. It's better to find out now than on Saturday."

She turned and walked over to the timer on the floor near the other equipment. 

"We'll be fighting four, three minute rounds with a minute rest between rounds. Good Luck."

The bell sounded and we approached the center of the room. We circled to the right, each trying to breech the defense of the other. Before I knew what happened I was hit in the face with a sharp left jab. 'Boy, she is quick.' I regrouped and, trying to remember everything she taught me, I continued to move, my hands held high, my elbows in. I threw a quick jab, which glanced off her glove, then another, then a third that landed on her cheek. I paid for that when she landed a hard left hook to my side. The punch hit with a loud thud. Momentarily stunned, I retreated, covering up as best I could. We traded punches for the rest of the round. She was landing about twice as many punches as I was. The bell sounded ending round one. We each retreated to our corner of the room.

"Good first round, John. It looks like you can take a pretty good punch. Remember to keep your guard up and pull back your jab a little more quickly so that you can defend against my right hand."

Round two began the same way round one ended. I scored some pretty good shots to her body, but they appeared to have no effect. I wish I could say the same for hers. About halfway through the round, I made a mistake and found myself trapped in the corner. She unloaded with both hands to my body, as I covered my head and tried to slip away. The pain in my sides was intense, but after I blocked one of her punches, I was able to hook her arm in mine and spin away. I saw a smile flash across her face, and then she resumed her attack. I survived the round, but was feeling tired and sore.

"Great job getting out of the corner. Keep moving, don't let yourself get trapped like that."

'Easy for her to say', I thought as I tried to breathe. My body felt like it was on fire.

The bell rang for the third round. I came out a little more cautiously than before, trying to protect my body, stay away from her powerful body shots and throw enough jabs to keep her at bay. Towards the end of the round I got hit once again with a hard left hook in the ribs. The air rushed out of my lungs and I was forced to take a knee. She retreated to her corner as she began to count. I looked up at her; the pain in my side couldn't mask the lust in my heart for this amazing woman. I became aware of the feelings in my cock as she reached eight. I stood up, sure that she could see the erection in my shorts, but no longer caring. I waved her back in, put up my hands and waited. Then the bell sounded.

"Great job for your first fight, she said as she took off her headgear and gloves, but I think you've had enough for one day. We'll do this again tomorrow. Let's go rinse off, get a bathing suit and soak in the pool."

She helped me remove my gloves, threw her arm over my shoulder and led me upstairs to the bedrooms.

"See you in twenty minutes down in the pool."

A quick cold shower, a change into my bathing suit, and I was walking down to the pool in fifteen minutes. I sat in the pool watching for MaryAnn. When she came out the door, I was somewhat disappointed because she had on a one-piece swimsuit, the kind that lifeguards wear. 

'No suntan lotion today,' I thought ruefully

"John, you did really well today. You showed me that you can take getting hit and that you can defend yourself fairly well. We only have three more days to work on your defensive skills, I'm worried about you, and I don't want you to get hurt. Promise me that you won't try to do more than you're capable of. If you get hurt, fall down and stay down. I don't know these people, they may be nice, or they may be not be so nice. Just be careful down there."

I could tell she was really concerned about this. Did that mean she had some feelings for me or was she just trying to be nice?

"I'll be careful, no heroics; if I get in trouble I'll stay down. I still have a lot of work to do around here; I can't afford to lose any of my thinking ability over this."

We sat in the pool for about an hour. I was feeling almost normal again when she announced that she had to get ready for her workout with Joe. Reluctantly, I got out of the pool as well, and sat in the sun to dry off. I was tempted to sneak down to the gym and watch her spar with Joe, but somehow it didn't feel right to me. He should have his privacy just like he gave me mine.

For the next three days the routine was the same, spar in the morning, soak off the bruises in the pool, and rest in the sun.

Saturday afternoon Joe and I boarded the company jet and flew to San Diego. Joe rented a car and we drove to the North Clairemont section of town. We checked into a motel and waited until 8:45 to drive to Kris's Gym.

It seemed to be a relatively new building. The gym catered to both those locals that were serious athletes, and to those just trying to lose a few pounds. When we entered the gym, Joe walked up to the front desk and introduced us to the woman sitting behind the desk.

"Joe, it's a pleasure to finally meet you; and you must be John, nice to meet you as well."

She had a firm handshake. I could tell that she was older than me by the crow's feet around her eyes, but everything else seemed to suggest that she was in fantastic shape.

"If you don't mind we have some paperwork to take care of before we begin." She took out a couple of preprinted forms, liability waivers, that she had each of us sign. She also took out a copy of the rules that we would be using. They were the same rules that MaryAnn and I had been using when we sparred. The only exception was that we would not be wearing headgear. 

"Come on in, I'll introduce you to my daughter Kristin. Then I'll show you where to change. Joe, you and I will fight first." We walked to the back of the gym, a sign above the closed door read 'Boxing Room'. Another sign taped over the glass window in the door read, 'Reserved Private Session, No Admittance'.

'At least I won't have an audience to worry about.'

We entered the room; someone was pounding a heavy bag in the corner. It was a young woman, about 25 years old. She was tall, about 5'10", and lean, with broad shoulders and thickly muscled arms.

"Kristin, come over here and meet our guests."

She moved like a big cat on the prowl.

'Oh Shit, I have to fight her?'

"Kristin this is Joe, and this is your opponent, John."

She stuck out her hand and shook ours, holding mine a little longer and a little tighter than normal. If she was trying to intimidate me, it was working.

Kris took us to the locker room.

"You can change in here. Joe, come into the gym when you are ready." 

We changed in silence, Joe looked really focused. After he warmed up, he picked up his pads and gloves and headed for the door. 

"Wish me luck, John."

"Good Luck Joe, Be careful out there."

"I will; you stay here and concentrate on everything MaryAnn taught you. Warm up to a good sweat, I'll see you in a little while."

I sat there going over in my mind everything she had taught me. The image of Kristin kept entering my thoughts replacing that of MaryAnn as I stood in front of the mirror warming up. She was not going to show me any mercy. Suddenly the door to the locker room opened and Joe walked in. 

He had a bump under his left eye and his body was full of nasty red bruises. As he sat slumped over in front of his locker, there was no need to ask who won. He looked up at me, smiled and said,

"At least I finished on my feet. This was my fantasy, not yours, you don't have to do this if you don't want to, I'll understand."

"No Joe, I won't quit now. What would MaryAnn think of me?"

"Alright, wait for a few minutes and keep loose, I'll come out there and be your corner man."

Joe went to the sink, washed his face and put his hand on my shoulder.

"I'm proud of you; you've become like a son to me." We hugged and left the locker room. 

Kristin was in the ring, gently shadow-boxing. "I was beginning to think you weren't going to show up."

"Come on, let's get this over with."

I climbed into the ring; Joe helped me with my gloves and gave me my mouthpiece. Kris was the referee. She called us to the center of the ring; she went over the rules and asked if there were any questions.

We returned to our corner. When the bell sounded, we touched gloves and prepared to fight. Noting that she had three inches on me and about thirty pounds of muscle, my strategy was simple: hit quickly and don't get hit in return. I threw several jabs, which she blocked easily. I threw a combination off the jab, which scored to her body but appeared to do no damage. She was content to stalk me around the ring occasionally throwing a jab or two, looking to end the fight with one punch. Towards the end of the round, she thought she had me cornered and threw a right lead, which I evaded and countered with a left hook to her head that landed with a jarring thud. She staggered to her left, hurt, but did not fall. I moved in to press my advantage, but before I could do anymore damage the bell sounded.

"That was great work out there, John. You almost put her down. Be careful this round, she'll be coming out firing both barrels."

Sure enough, when the bell rang starting round two, she was on her feet charging across the ring. She threw three punches to my one. I was able to block most of her punches with my gloves and shoulders. The ones that did get past my guard hurt like hell, but did no real damage. I kept sticking my jab in her face, not doing any damage but keeping her off balance and away from me. When the bell signaled the end of the second round, I turned and headed for my corner. Kristin stormed off to hers. Kris walked over to her and got into her face. I could hear the exchange but not the words that were spoken. Kris was shaking her head, while Kristin looked past her and glared at me. 

The last words I heard from Joe as the bell rang were, "Stay away from her."

Kristin came out fast once again. I stuck her with my jab and practically ran away to the other side of the ring. She came at me again and I tried it a second time. This time I caught her right on the nose, drawing a small trickle of blood. Infuriated she came at me a third time. This time I stood my ground and hit her with a solid right hand. She stepped back, and threw up her hands to cover up. I had hurt her. I continued to pound away at her body, trying to bring her guard down. But she was in such great condition that my punches seemed to have little effect on her. When the bell sounded ending the round, I don't know which one of us was in more trouble. We both headed back to our corner to a much-needed rest and words of encouragement.




The Bucket List



"That was unbelievable. John, I thought you had her for sure. Now just stay away from her and you'll win." 

I had my doubts; my arms felt like lead, I wasn't sure that I could stay away from her for another round. All too soon, the bell for the final round sounded, we both stood came to the center of the ring touched gloves and started the last round. For me the round was a battle of attrition, I kept backing up throwing jabs to keep her away as she pressed forward ever on the attack. Just when she would think she had me cornered I would reverse my movement to avoid the corner and circle the other way. 

'Where's the bell? It's got to be soon.'

Then it happened: she caught me with a left hook to the ribs, which sent me reeling into the corner. Seizing upon the opportunity, she hit me with lefts and rights to the body and my arms dropped to my sides. I saw the right coming at my head, but my arms would not obey my command. I felt her punch crush the side of my face; my legs gave way and I started to fall. The last thing I heard before I hit the canvass was the bell.

When I regained consciousness, I was flat on my back, looking up at three worried faces. Kris held a vial of smelling salts under my nose, shocking me back to full awareness.

"Are you OK? John, how many fingers do you see?"

"Three, two angels and God himself."

They all broke out in laughter as they helped me to my feet. I sat down on the stool in my corner as someone gave me a bottle of water.

"John, I'm so very sorry. I don't know what came over me. I have never lost one of these fights before and I was so frustrated that I was losing that I just lost it."

"Don't worry about it Kristin, you're one hell of a fighter. If I wasn't so unorthodox or if we fought again I'm sure you would knock me out in the first round. As it is your record is still perfect."

"What do you mean?"

"You knocked me out in the last round; I lost and you won. The rules stated that you could not be saved by the bell."

"No you're wrong," Joe said. "The ref ruled that you were still on your feet when the bell sounded, therefore, there was no knock-down. You won the fight three rounds to one."

I looked to Kris, who nodded her head with a smile.

"Come on," Joe said, "let's get you into the shower and cleaned up. How am I ever going to explain to MaryAnn, all those bruises and that black eye?"

"The same way you're going to explain your black eye." I said laughing, holding my side from the pain.

When we had finished our showers and had gotten dressed, we headed back to the front desk. The gym was deserted by now. The women walked us out of the gym into the cool night air. We said our goodbyes and got into the car. 

When we got back to the hotel, we both collapsed on our beds and slept in our clothes. The next morning, two guys wearing sunglasses returned the rental car and boarded a private jet headed north.

Bart met us when we landed. He opened the rear door of the limo, and there was MaryAnn, looking more beautiful than I had ever seen her before.

"I couldn't wait for you to get back." She reached over to me and took off my glasses. 

"Ouch," she said, as she leaned over and kissed the mouse under my eye.

She did the same to Joe, then turned to me and said.

"Well, how did you guys do?"

Joe answered, "We were one and one; I lost and John won."

On the ride home we reviewed both fights, giving special emphasis to the last few seconds of my fight.

"You poor baby," she said rubbing my cheek. "Because you won, you can have the day off tomorrow." She turned to Joe: "You, I want to see in the gym bright and early tomorrow; you obviously need some more work."

When we arrived back home, I excused myself and went straight to my desk. On my list I entered; Number 7 - Participate in a Mixed Boxing Match - DONE.

Chapter 11

At dinner that night I expected to find another envelope. Instead Joe, MaryAnn and I had a very relaxing and carefree meal. The wine flowed freely. We laughed about our experience, Joe especially going over each round of my fight. He even insisted that Kristin was bigger and stronger than MaryAnn, and could possibly win in a boxing match. 

"I would pay good money to see that fight, two Amazons fighting against one another, with John as the prize."

I think the wine was beginning to cloud his judgment. I could see that MaryAnn was beginning to get annoyed.

I tried coming to her rescue, saying, "Hey Joe, lighten up. I think maybe it's time we all called it a night. If I recall correctly you have a six o'clock appointment with an angel."

"You're absolutely correct; good night all."

"Good night, Joe"

MaryAnn turned to me and mouthed 'thank you' and headed off to bed. I picked up my wine glass and went outside.

I sat on one of the lounge chairs and looked up at the stars. Something was going on between Joe and MaryAnn. There was a connection there; I just couldn't put my finger on it.

The next morning at breakfast, Joe approached me before MaryAnn came downstairs.

"I want to apologize for my behavior last night. I'm afraid I got a little melancholy and had too much to drink."

"Nothing to worry about, no harm was done."

"Thank you."

After breakfast I went to my desk to check out a couple of things. There on my chair was an envelope. It was addressed to me marked 'personal and confidential'. I opened it quickly and leaned back in my chair.

Number 6 - Have oral sex with a pro.

On the bottom of the paper there was a note. "Please don't tell anyone about this, especially MaryAnn. I'll take care of the arrangements. We'll make it this Friday night."

I was stunned. I was a virgin; I never really kissed a girl before. This was like a dream come true; an adolescent fantasy fulfilled. I read the note again; MaryAnn, would I be cheating on her? We weren't really going out with each other. I wasn't even sure if she was into guys at all. She didn't appear to have a boyfriend. All these thoughts filled my head at the same moment, but then the one overriding thought came to the forefront: if Joe has it on his list, then I have to do it too.

I walked around for the next couple of days, sure that I had "guilty" written across my forehead. Friday afternoon, Joe announced that he and I were leaving and that we would be back sometime on Saturday.

When we got into the garage, he turned to me and said, "Let's take the Porsche."

It wasn't just any Porsche; it was a black 1974 911S. I got in and buckled up. Joe backed out of the garage and we were on the road before I knew it.

"John, tonight is sort of my way of apologizing for last weekend. I know how hard that was on you and that you only did it to please me. We are going to Beverly Hills; we will be having dinner with two very beautiful and very talented escorts. Financially tonight is all taken care of. I want you to enjoy this without any regrets or misgivings. Do we have a deal?" He held out his hand.

I took his hand. "It's a deal."

"Good"

We pulled into the L'ermitage Hotel at about five. Joe tossed the valet his keys,

"Take good care of my baby, we'll be here for the night."

He reached behind the seat and pulled out two small bags.

"I told James to pack us each an overnight bag."

We checked in, received our room keys, and walked to the elevator.

"John, you're on the third floor, I'm on the fourth. Let's meet down in the bar at 6:30; our dates for the evening will arrive around 7:00." 

I got off the elevator, walked down the hall to room 310, and inserted the card key. With a click the door opened and revealed a spacious two-room suite. I placed my bag on the king-sized bed and opened it. James had packed a fresh shirt and slacks, a pair of boxers, a pair of socks, and a box of a dozen condoms. I hung up my clothes, placed the socks and boxers in the chest of drawers, and the condoms in the night stand. 

I sat on the bed and thought, 'Am I really going to go through with this? It's a chance to get a blowjob from a professional, my first ever. What if I say no and I never have a girl friend and never get the chance again? This will be another event that I would never experience. I'm going for it!'

I walked into the bathroom, washed my face and checked myself out one final time before meeting Joe in the bar.

When the elevator reached the lobby, I walked over to the bar that Joe had pointed to earlier. I watched as a young attractive couple entered the room ahead of me, paying particular attention to the swing of the woman's hips and the shape of her legs. Joe was already at the bar, the bartender just placing a drink in front of him. 

"What are you drinking?" the bartender asked.

Not being much of a drinker I replied, "a glass of Merlot."

When I received my wine, Joe picked up his glass and turned to me,

"A toast to us, and to tonight; may we totally enjoy the adventure on which we are about to embark."

We touched glasses and sipped our drinks.

"There's nothing like a good single malt scotch to ease the journey into the night." 

Joe and I talked about what we had already accomplished since I arrived in California.

"John, this has been the best time off my life and it's been all because of you. There never seemed to be time for me to meet a woman, get married and have kids. In the last couple of years I felt incomplete, I had all the wealth anyone could ask for, but I had no one to share it with; no one to enjoy it with. I told you before that you've become the son that I never had. Now I'm truly happy."

I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing and just placed my hand on his shoulder.

"John, there's one more thing; I just want to remind you that our dates tonight are professionals, to them this is a business transaction, nothing more. So don't fall in love; just enjoy."

We finished our drinks and were about to order another when Joe glanced over towards the entrance.

"I believe our dates are here."

We stood and walked over towards two of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. One was a tall brunette, wearing a slinky black dress, probably about 40 years old, with an amazing figure and long sleek legs. The other was a red-head, about 30, shorter than the other, slim, with nice legs. Her dress was fashionably short and the heels she wore made her legs appear longer than they probably were. Her dress clung to her body like a second skin and the top of her breasts peaked out over it. She had creamy white skin which, I noticed as we closed the distance between us and them, was accented with tiny pink freckles.

"Good evening ladies; I'm Joe, this is John, and I believe we are your dates for the evening."

"Hello Joe," said the brunette taking him by the arm. I'm Carla, this is my friend Edel; it is a pleasure to meet you both."

Edel walked over to my side and placed her arm in mine. 

"Hello John, you're looking handsome this evening."

There was a hint of an Irish accent in her voice and her eyes were emerald green; I was already under her spell.

"If you'll come with me, we have dinner reservations for 7:00."

We were escorted to our table and after we helped the ladies with their chairs, Joe and I sat. If I had any thought that the evening would be awkward, it was completely forgotten in the first few minutes. We sat, ordered a bottle of merlot and a bottle of chardonnay, and the ladies took over. The conversation and the laughter were nonstop throughout dinner. The meal was delicious. Surprisingly, I joined right in with the conversation, not shy or reserved in the least. Every once in a while I would feel the touch of Edel's foot as she ran it up the side of my calf or she would hold my arm during our conversation. The service was outstanding; we were not rushed at all, yet they were right there whenever we needed anything. At 10:00 Joe asked for the check, signed it, stood and helped Carla with her chair. I did the same for Edel.

We all knew where this evening was heading, but the ladies were totally professional and never made us feel that they weren't romantically involved with us. When the elevator reached the third floor, Edel and I headed toward my room. Just before the doors closed I heard Joe's voice,

"I'll see you at ten for breakfast."

I opened the door letting Edel in the room. I assumed she had been here before because she went right to the bedroom. I turned, placed the "do not disturb" card on the door handle, closed and secured the door. Now, at the moment of truth, I was having second thoughts.

"Edel, I'm not sure about this, I'm kind of tired..."

I stood in the doorway of the bedroom and hesitated. There was Edel, her dress down at her feet, smiling as she reached behind her and unfastened her bra. She let it fall to the floor, her beautiful breasts standing out proudly on her chest, the dark pink nipples in contrast with her creamy white skin. I reached back and closed the bedroom door as I removed my jacket and tie and walked towards her.

"It's amazing how many men forget how tired they are after they get a good look at my titties."

"I've never..."

"Shhh. Joe told me all about you. All I want you to do is to sit back, learn and enjoy."

She stood there before me, naked except for her tiny panties and high heels, and helped me remove my shirt and undershirt. She unfastened my belt and unbuttoned my pants, all the time gently kissing my lips, my neck, and nibbling on my nipples. As she pulled down my zipper, she ran her hand along the length of my cock. 

"Hmm, you're a big one."

She pushed me gently backwards onto the bed as she pulled my slacks and boxers down to my knees. After removing my shoes and socks, Edel took off the rest of my clothes. 

"At this point," she said, "I always have my men put on a condom, but in your case I'm going to make an exception. Joe has assured me that you are a virgin and free from all sexually transmitted diseases. I can assure you that I am clean as well; I must be very careful in my line of work. Finally, I want us both to enjoy this as much as possible."

She had me slide up to the top of the bed as she pulled the covers completely off the end. I was lying on my back with my legs spread open. She crawled up between them and ran her tongue up my cock from the root all the way to the rim. I felt the shock wave travel right up my backbone to my brain.

"Oh, my God!" I gasped.

"Hold on baby, you haven't felt anything yet."

She grasped the base of my cock and placed the head between her lips. I could feel her tongue circling completely around it. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. With my cock still in her mouth she looked directly into my eyes as she began to suck only the head in and out of her mouth. 

I gazed into those large green eyes, framed by her short red hair; her face was almost angelic in contrast to the actions of her talented mouth. When she sensed that I was approaching my orgasm, she backed off.

"Not yet John, there's still more."

She waited for a couple of minutes, gently massaging my scrotum, then placed her hands on the top of my thighs as she slurped my cock back into her mouth. Still looking up at me, she began to lower her head ever so slowly, until she had the entire length of my cock in her mouth and into her throat. She pulled back off half way and did it again. All I could do was moan, as I felt her throat constrict around the head as if she was trying to swallow it. I couldn't take much more of this.

"Edel, I'm going to cum, oh God I'm gonna cum."

She pulled back part way again, and I felt her tongue circling the head as I exploded in her mouth. My hips began to jerk involuntarily, as spurt after spurt filled her mouth. Finally, there was nothing left, I collapsed back onto the bed and Edel sucked me one last time, smiled and tilted her head up and swallowed.

"Hmm, I don't get to do that very often. I really enjoyed that."

When I could speak I said,

"That was wonderful; thank you so much."

She crawled up onto my body and whispered in my ear.

"That was only the beginning, my boss gave me very specific instructions as to what I was to do this evening. We have all night together. I'm to teach you all about a woman's body and how to make love to her. Rest; I'll be right back."

I watched her sexy ass as she walked into the bathroom. She returned a few minutes later with a warm wet washcloth and lovingly wiped my cock and balls clean. She looked up at me and said,

"You've been a very naughty boy, keeping this beautiful cock all to yourself for so long. I think I'm going to have to give you a good spanking."

My cock began to stir once again. 

"That's interesting; maybe we'll follow up on that a little later if we have the time... and the energy."

Edel climbed on to the bed and lay next to me. My cock continued to harden as I leaned over and kissed her, first on the lips, then on her neck, and finally on each of her extended nipples.

"Hmm, I like that, lick them a little."

I did. Taking one in my mouth, I whipped it with my tongue and gently bit it, before sucking on it like a newborn baby. She held the back of my head tightly to her tit.

"Oh yes, that's it! I love to have my titties sucked. Now the other one."

I was eager to comply. I pushed her on to her back so I could have better access to the other nipple. With my free hand I caressed her tit, taking the nipple between my fingers and gently pulling and twisting it. Her body arched up off the bed and I felt her shiver.

"Oh John, that was wonderful. You made me cum just by playing with my titties; I hardly ever do that. Now I want to teach you about a woman's body. I want you to crawl up between my legs and take my panties off."

I did what she asked. When I was in position she lifted her ass off the bed and I pulled her panties down to her knees, taking first one leg out and then the other. I turned back to find that she was completely shaved, her pussy was like the rest of her, slightly pink and enticingly beautiful. 

"Now you are going to do for me what I did for you. I want you to flatten your tongue and run it up each side of my pussy."

I did as I was instructed, several times in fact. There was an earthy aroma coming from her pussy, along with a trickle of moisture. It was intoxicating. I took my thumbs and spread her open. I wanted more and ran my tongue up the middle a few times before sticking it in. Now her pussy was soaked. I was lapping as much of her nectar as I could get.

"Oh, John, are you sure you've never done this before? So good, so good. I'm almost there, don't stop."

I had no intention of stopping until I spotted her little button peeking out from the fold of skin above her pussy. I took the initiative and wrapped my lips around it, carefully licking and sucking. Her hips shot up off the bed and her hands grabbed the back of my head.

"Oh God, I'm cumming."

Her body shook violently as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. When she couldn't stand any more she pushed my head away from her and fell back onto the bed. 

I moved back to her and lay beside her. 

"Thank you, I haven't cum like that in a long time. Whew, that's one lesson I don't think we have to review."

I pouted my lips, and put on a sad face.

"Well only if you want to; I'm surely not going to complain. I don't know what it is, but I think the fact that I know this is brand new to you and that you are experiencing it for the first time, is making it that much more exciting for me. Hold me a while and then we'll try something new."

She rolled over and snuggled her back into my chest. I held her in my arms. Her skin felt so soft and warm against mine. I think we both momentarily forgot that this was a business transaction. My cock, which had been hard before, was now pulsating with the beating of my heart. I couldn't help poking her in the ass. She lifted her leg slightly, wiggled a bit and captured it between her thighs.




The Bucket List



"Hold that thought for a couple of minutes more; this feels so good I don't want to move."

If we had stayed like that for a few minutes longer I would have surely fallen asleep. I think she sensed this and began to move her hips back and forth.

"Now for round one of the main event."

She rolled over onto her back, and pulled me on top of her. 

"John, you always want to be sure that the woman is protected against pregnancy before you engage in sex. The second thing you want to make sure of is that she's properly lubricated. I can assure you," she continued with a sly smile, "that I am OK on both counts."

I supported my upper body on my arms and guided my cock to the mouth of her pussy. With a little pressure it slowly entered her. The feeling of her moist, hot pussy grasping my cock as I inched deeper and deeper was incredible. I looked down into her eyes when I had no more to give her. She looked up at me with a knowing smile. There is no greater feeling than that between two people as they share this most intimate of embraces. I began to rock my hips back and forth, slowly at first, her pussy trying to prevent me from leaving, which I had no intention of doing. Back and forth, in and out, I moved until I could feel the signals of my imminent orgasm. Edel threw her legs over my hips and urged me on.

"Harder, deeper. I'm going to cum again... cum with me, John."

I froze in place, trying to push her down through the mattress as my orgasm hit.

I collapsed and rolled over on my back pulling her with me, my cock still imbedded deep in her.

"Wow, is it always like this?"

"It can be if you work at it. Remember, it takes both of you to make it so."

She put her head down on my chest and this time we both fell asleep.

I awoke a short time later. Edel was sitting up, straddling my hips.

"Welcome back. I thought I was going to have to start round two without you." Edel again beamed her angelic smile down at me. "This is referred to as the cowgirl position, for reasons that will become more obvious shortly. It's one of my favorite positions because I can control most of the action and receive more stimulation."

She had a handful of my cock, which was becoming erect once again, and was guiding it into her pussy. She lowered herself until she had all of me. After several moments, she started to bounce lightly up and down, slowly at first, getting the feel of my length, she leaned forward and offered me first one then the other of her beautiful tits.

"Bite them, squeeze them; I love it."

I was loving it, too. I could feel her begin to pick up the pace. Soon I was lifting my hips in sync with her movements. The room filled with the sounds of slapping skin and creaking furniture. This was pure animalistic sex and it seemed to go on forever. 

Suddenly she sat upright and ground her pussy down on my cock. I reached up, grabbing her nipples between my fingers. I pulled and twisted until she froze, her mouth open in a silent scream, her eyes clenched tightly shut. I could hold it off any longer and, with a groan, I too came once again.

She seemed to collapse forward and I gently turned her over on her back and went for a wet washcloth. I returned and wiped the sweat from her face. Her eyes began to flutter open and her breathing returned to normal. She reached up pulled me down to her lips and kissed me.

"Thank you," she said, "I had forgotten just how good it could be."

We held each other and fell asleep. 

The sun was already up and peeking through the curtains when I woke the next morning, alone. There was a note on the nightstand.

Thank you John,

Last night was incredible for me, I hope it was good for you also. As far as I'm concerned you don't need any other lessons. I'll just tell you that there are many other variations that two lovers can experiment with. The most important thing is to have fun and never hurt one another. 

Remember me,

Edel'

'Yes, Edel I will always remember you.'

I got up and showered. I looked at the clock; it was nearly 10AM. I hurriedly dressed, threw my things in my bag and proceeded downstairs to meet Joe for breakfast.

Joe was already there having coffee. I sat down, poured myself a cup and said, "Thank you."

There was no need to say anything else; the smile on my face said it all.

After breakfast we checked out, retrieved the car, and headed for home.

"I don't have to tell you that whatever happens in Beverly Hills stays in Beverly Hills."

I just nodded.

Once again when we got home I turned on my computer and updated my list; 

Number 6 - Have oral sex with a pro - DONE

Chapter 12

I worked out alone on Sunday. I found out that MaryAnn was away for the weekend. I really missed her. I had an empty feeling inside of me. Was it the guilt over what I had done or was it the fact that having done it, I craved the companionship that we had developed? I went into the combat room and pounded the bag until my arms felt like lead. The sweat was pouring off me, I was exhausted but I felt great. I spent the rest of the day hanging out at the pool and soaking up the sunshine.

Joe and I had a quiet dinner together. Sometime around 9:00, I saw MaryAnn coming up the stairs from the direction of the garage. She was carrying an old gym bag and wearing sweats. I was disappointed when she passed by the family room and headed directly upstairs to her room. Later, when I went upstairs to my room, I stood by her door debating on whether to check to see if there was anything wrong. But I decided that I would respect her privacy, turned and went to my room. 

At six the next morning, I was back in the gym, running on the treadmill. MaryAnn entered a short time later,

"Sorry I'm late, I guess I overslept. How was your weekend?"

"It was OK. How was yours?"

"It was OK."

There was an awkward silence. We each knew that there was more to the other's story, but didn't want to press the issue. I did notice that she was wearing makeup this morning, which was unusual for her. MaryAnn never wore make up in the morning, she really didn't any, she had a natural beauty that didn't need enhancement. 

After the treadmill, she pushed me hard on the weight bench. I was up to 100 lbs on the bench press and 30 lbs on my curls. I was no Atlas, but for my size I thought I was doing pretty well. My body had gone from slim and soft, with no visible sign of muscle, to sleek and toned, with the beginnings of set of six-pack abs and well-shaped arms and legs. I had put on about fifteen pounds, but my pants were getting loose.

I had breakfast alone that morning. Afterwards, I went to my desk in the study and found an envelope taped to the monitor of my computer. In it was the usual sheet of paper with the next task:

Number 5 - Work for a week in a Homeless Shelter.

I sat back in my chair; this was going to be interesting.

I talked to Joe that night at dinner. 

"Joe, do you want me to set something up?"

"No, I've already arranged everything. We start tomorrow morning at seven."

"What's going on, what are you starting tomorrow?" MaryAnn asked.

"John and I are going to be volunteers at The Sisters of Mercy Mission in LA. We start tomorrow and will be gone for a week."

"I think that is a very noble gesture. Is there anything you want me to do?"

"Yes, there is as a matter of fact. I'll talk to you about it later; I still have to think about it a little more."

Joe got up from the table, 

"John, be ready at 5:30AM. Wear a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt, pack a bag with another pair of jeans, underwear and several tee-shirts. We can do our laundry there."

MaryAnn and I talked after dinner. The events of the weekend, whatever they were, were in the past, and there was an ease to our conversation. She told me that she had worked at SMM a couple of years ago and that it was a real eye-opening experience for her. She told me that the Mission was not only a soup kitchen, feeding homeless and near homeless people in the area, but was also a shelter for women with children, some who are homeless, some who were battered and abused. 

I excused myself and went upstairs to pack, while MaryAnn turned towards the library.

I awoke before the alarm, grabbed a quick shower and dressed as Joe had suggested. I was walking downstairs, my bag in hand, when the doorbell rang. Joe ran across the foyer and opened the door.

"We'll be out in two minutes."

Outside, I could see a cab, engine running and lights on, and the trunk open. Joe went back to the kitchen and returned moments later with two containers of coffee. He handed me one, picked up his bag, which was by the door, and headed outside with me hot on his heels.

As we traveled towards LA, Joe, in between sips of his coffee said,

"MaryAnn told me last night that she filled you in on what SMM does. We are going to be volunteer workers, primarily in the soup kitchen, but will be available for anything that the sisters need done."

The sun was just making its first appearance of the day as we turned off the freeway and headed down the nearly deserted streets of an obviously poor section of the city. There was graffiti on buildings on both sides of the street, small, rundown cottages, abandoned houses, empty lots -- all the signs of a neighborhood in decay. The cab turned the corner and stopped in front of what at first glance appeared to be an abandoned grocery store. Above the door, a sign proclaimed: Sisters of Mercy Mission - All Welcome. Below that was the same message in what I assumed was Spanish. There was already a line of people standing near the front door.

The cab dropped us off at the curb, we retrieved our bags from the trunk, and walked across the parking lot to the side door. We banged on the door and soon a pleasant face appeared in the small wire mesh re-enforced window in the door.

"Hello, welcome. You must be Joe and John our new volunteers. Come in, I'm Sister Ann."

We followed her into the kitchen; all around us the atmosphere was that of controlled chaos. People shouting to be heard, needing supplies, asking for help, cooking food on a well worn but functional commercial stove.

"You'll have to excuse us; it's always this hectic just before we open the doors. You can put your bags over here. I'll show you to your serving station and introduce you to the others."

We walked out of the kitchen and into a large room, three-quarters of which was filled with long tables and chairs. In the front of the room, closest to the kitchen, was a single row of tables with chafing dishes ready to accept trays of food.

"Joe and John, I'd like you to meet Anna and Juanita. Ladies, these are the two gentlemen I was telling you about."

We all exchanged greetings.

"Joe, you'll be handing out the toast and butter packets; John, you've got the apples and the cartons of milk. The ladies will answer any questions that come up. Good luck and, once again, thank you for coming." 

At 7AM sharp, Sr. Ann opened the door and stepped aside. A steady stream of people filed through the door, took a tray, and made their way down the row. Scrambled eggs, hash brown potatoes, toast and butter, an apple and a container of milk were provided. Once they were through the line, they headed to an empty seat and ate their breakfast.

There were homeless men and women who looked like they hadn't had a decent night's sleep or a bath in weeks, single mothers with two or more kids, elderly men and women who were once self-sufficient and had believed that social security was going to provide them with a decent retirement, and even some relatively young men and women who appeared to be capable of supporting themselves, but for one reason or another couldn't. They were all here accepting graciously the help that the mission made available. The line seemed endless, but by 9:00 we were standing idle, only a few people were left in the room.

"You two did well for your first meal."

We turned to see Sr. Ann, leaning against the kitchen door.

"Grab yourself some breakfast and come sit by me."

We did as we were bid. Sr. Ann sat across the table from us.

"I just wanted to tell you a little about Anna and Juanita. They are two of our many successes here at the Mission. Anna was a battered wife; she had no skills, no education. She lived with us for five years, got her G.E.D., and works in a doctor's office as their receptionist and file clerk. She has her own apartment and works the breakfast shift nearly every day. Juanita is a single mother. She came here two years ago penniless, with an infant child. She learned to speak English, and works as a waitress in an all-night diner. After her shift, she takes care of her child and then comes downstairs and works. Now she'll go upstairs, get a few hours sleep, play with her son, take a nap and then do it all over again. We provide the daycare and the night supervision for the times when she's not here."

"You seem to run a first class operation here Sister. How do you do it day in and day out?" I asked.

"Well, fund-raising is a full time job here. There are three of us living upstairs, along with ten women and their families if they have them. We are more fortunate than most shelters; through the grace of God, we have been blessed with an anonymous donor who makes up the difference in any budget short falls."

I turned my head to look at Joe... and got a swift kick in the shin for my trouble.

"After you two eat, you can come back to the kitchen and help with the washing and drying of the trays and utensils. We have a lot of work to do before 3:30; that's when we open the doors again for dinner."

The little dynamo that is Sr. Ann stood and hurried to the kitchen.

"Sorry about that; they don't know anything about me and I want to keep it that way."

The kitchen was almost deserted when we got there. Sr. Ann was reviewing the menu for supper tonight and the rest of the week, and the cook was looking through the walk-in cooler at the inventory of food. When she exited the cooler she told Sr. Ann,

"We have enough for tonight and tomorrow morning, but after that we are going to need a delivery."

"OK, I'll place the order."

"Guys, this is Sally our cook. Sally these are the two volunteers I told you about."

"Great; you, come here so I can show you how to work the dishwasher. And you will rinse, dry and stack the trays for later."

Sr. Ann laughed as she walked out of the kitchen,

"Did I tell you Sally used to be a cook in the Army?"

For the next two hours Joe stacked the trays into racks and fed them into the washer, while I pre-rinsed them and then removed them from the dryer and stacked them for the evening meal. The kitchen was steamy hot and the sweat was pouring out of us... and we were loving every minute of it. We were doing our part to help these people help so many less fortunate than ourselves. 

At noon, we had a chance to take a break. 

"We're going outside for a little walk."

Sally, picked her head up,

"Don't go off the block; this is gang territory. We have sanctuary on this block only because of the work that we do. If you stray off this block, you're fair game."

It was a sobering statement, emphasizing that much more what this Mission meant to the good people of this area.

We walked up and down the short block; there were people hanging around in front of old rundown buildings. Some of these people I recognized from breakfast, others appeared to have just rolled out of bed. There was so much poverty, so much hopelessness; how could all of this exist in a land with an abundance of practically everything? Couldn't the government do something; should the government do something, or was it up to us all as individuals to help organizations like the Sisters of Mercy help those that wouldn't or couldn't help themselves? I had no answer.

At 1:00 the kitchen began to come alive once again. Big pots of water were brought to a boil, potatoes were peeled, whole chickens hacked into their parts. The workers seemingly appeared out of thin air as the preparations were made for the next meal. Joe and I were shown where and what we were to be doing. We brought out the stacks of trays and the utensils, and took out the garbage from the morning meal.

At three-thirty, the doors opened and the people began to arrive. There weren't as many in line at any one time, but the line never seemed to be totally empty. Three hours later, we closed the doors for the evening. By my estimate, we had served close to three hundred meals. Now came the task of cleaning up; the garbage was dumped, the floors were mopped, the tables cleaned, the trays and utensils were washed and dried. By 9:00, everything was ready to start all over again the next morning.

And there was Sr. Ann.

"Get your bags and come with me."

We followed her upstairs. What used to be offices and storage space had been turned into living quarters for the three sisters and the ten families that were currently living there. There was also a common room which served as a living room, play room and dining area for those that couldn't make it downstairs. 

"It's not much, but it's all we have. There's a bathroom with a stall shower at the end of the hall, be sure to lock the door when you're in there. We don't want any surprises."

"It will do just fine, thank you Sister. Good night."

The room was small, with just enough room for two cots and a small chest of drawers, which held the only light in the room. There was a small window and a ceiling fan. 

We took turns in the bathroom, opting to shower tonight rather than in the morning. When we were both done for the night, I reached up and shut the light.

"Joe, Thank you."

The next thing I knew, it was morning and our day started all over again. For the next six days, our routine never varied, only what we served. It seems poverty never takes a day off.

On Monday when the Mission closed for the night, we were finished with our one-week commitment. But, we couldn't get a cab to come into the neighborhood at nine at night, so we spent one more night on our cots in the small common room.

Tuesday morning, we said our goodbyes to the staff and volunteers. Sr. Ann was there to walk us out.

"I want to thank you both one last time. All of us here at the Mission appreciated your help. Will we see you again someday?

Without hesitation, we both answered, "You can count on it."

Two hours later I was sitting at my computer, the list up on the screen. After scanning down it, I entered: 

Number 5 - Work for a week in a Homeless Shelter - DONE.

I smiled and felt pretty good about myself as I remembered the people of the Sisters of Mercy Mission; then I saved my work and shut down the computer.

Chapter 13

Wednesday morning I fell back into my usual routine. I was down in the gym by six. MaryAnn was already into her workout as I got onto the treadmill.

"Well, how did everything go?"

"You worked there, so you know: it was hard work, harder than I've ever worked before, and it was the most rewarding work I've ever done. I'm sure I'll be going back there sometime in the future."

"When you do, I want to come along, too."

"I can think of nothing better than to have you with me working side by side in service to others."

Six months ago I could never have said that to anyone, especially someone like MaryAnn, but now it just felt right.

"I'll hold you to that."

After our workout MaryAnn and I enjoyed a leisurely breakfast and a relaxing day out on the patio, soaking up the sun. Once again she asked me to help her put lotion on her back. Unlike the first time, however, there was no hesitancy on my part. I marveled at her muscle development, the smoothness of her skin, and the firmness of her butt. All that touching did have an effect on me -- which did not go unnoticed I'm sure. Instead of running upstairs as I had done before, I got up, cleaned off my hands and walked down to the pool and did about twenty laps.




The Bucket List



At dinner that evening, MaryAnn informed me that she had to leave early the following morning for a meeting in San Diego. 

"You'll be on your own in the gym for the next couple days, maybe longer."

"Oh, where's Joe off to?"

"Didn't he tell you? He left this afternoon; he's having a business meeting in Hawaii this weekend, at his estate on the island of Kauai. He won't be back for a week or so." 

I thought to myself, 'I guess that gives me the week off. He must still be trying to decide on what's next on his list.'

Thursday, it was really quiet around the house. The only member of the staff that was present was Betty the cook. After lunch, I went into the kitchen and told her to make me a sandwich and a salad for dinner, wrap them up and leave them in the fridge. She looked at me with a puzzled expression. 

"When that's done you can have the rest of the day off; I'll take care of the dishes."

At first she didn't know what to say; then she broke into a hardy laugh and thanked me with a hug and a kiss.

"Wait until tomorrow," she said, "I'll make something extra special for breakfast."

The next morning, after my workout, I came down for breakfast as usual. Betty came out of the kitchen and placed a covered plate in front of me. When I lifted the cover I discovered a meal fit for a king: a bacon and cheese omelet, with hash browns, and rye toast. She returned from the kitchen with a tall glass of freshly-squeezed orange juice and a pot of coffee.

"I won't tell if you won't."

She smiled and walked back to the kitchen.

Just as I was finishing breakfast, the doorbell rang.

I got up and opened the door. The FedEx driver handed me a large package and an overnight envelope. I signed for both and returned to the table. The package was from Joe's law firm. From its weight, I figured it must contain a stack of legal documents. The overnight envelope was addressed to me and was sent from Hawaii. That one I opened. Inside was another sealed envelope, just like the others. I got up, carried the package to the library, placing it on Joe's desk, turned and headed to the study.

I sat and opened the envelope.

Number 4 - Join the mile high club

At the bottom of the page were instructions: Bart will take you to the airport Friday morning at 7:00; the pilot already has his instructions. Please bring the package from my attorney. It should be there by Thursday afternoon. I need it for my business meeting this weekend. Just bring an overnight bag, you will be returning on Saturday.

Joe

I sat there puzzled, 'What the hell was the mile high club?'

I turned on my computer and did a web search - thank god for the Internet and Yahoo - and discovered what it meant.

'Joe, what are you trying to do to me?'

I couldn't think of anything else for the rest of the day. I packed my overnight bag, making sure I had the package from Joe's attorney, and placed it by the door before I turned in for the night. When I finally did fall asleep, I dreamt of Edel and MaryAnn. 

The next morning, after an early breakfast, I waited for Bart to arrive. Precisely at 7, the limo pulled up the driveway and stopped at the front door. Bart was just getting out of the car as I left the house, bag in hand. I sat in the back wondering as we headed to the airport,

'Does he know; do they all know?'

When we got to the airport Bart dropped me off near the plane. Dave was standing next to the plane and I could see Bill in the cockpit running through his preflight checklist. Dave smiled at me and took my bag, stowed it away and said:

"Everything is all set. Joe left very specific instructions for the flight. You won't be disturbed."

'He knows. Of course he knows, silly; he knows there's two passengers and he has instructions not to disturb us'

I walked through the open door in the bulkhead and into the passenger compartment. I was alone. I heard Dave close the outer door, and say as he closed the bulkhead door,

"Buckle up, we'll be taking off in a couple of minutes."

I heard the sound of the engines and felt the movement of the plane.

'Maybe I'm wrong, maybe it's not now, maybe on the return flight.'

I felt the plane leave the ground and start its climb to our ultimate cruising altitude.

It wasn't until we leveled off that I sensed more than heard movement coming from the galley.

I looked up and there was Edel, dressed in a simple blue uniform and matching heels. She paused for effect, then slowly, sexily walked towards me.

"Coffee, tea... or me?" 

She grinned broadly and said, "I have always wanted to say that and this is the absolute perfect occasion."

"Hello Edel, it's great to see you again."

I stood and extended my hand, which she ignored, coming into my arms and kissing me passionately on the lips. I held her tightly as she whispered in my ear,

"We have about six hours to finish your lessons; let's not waste any more time."

She unzipped the front of her uniform, shrugged her shoulders and it fell to her feet. There she stood totally naked except for heels.

She turned, posed for me, and then walked back to the galley to retrieve a cotton quilt from one of the storage compartments.

I stood there admiring her shapely ass, watching it swing back and forth as she walked to the galley. 

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get naked."

She didn't have to tell me twice. I pulled off my polo shirt, kicked off my loafers, and dropped my jeans before she returned. I dropped my boxers, while I watched her spread the quilt on the floor of the cabin, between the back seats and the galley. There was plenty of room.

"I think down here we will have more room, besides we don't want to mess up or break any of the seats."

I walked over to where she was kneeling. She took my erect cock in her hand and looked up at me,

"Have you been practicing what you learned during your last lesson?"

"No. I didn't have anyone to practice with."

"Good," she said as she took my cock into her mouth and began to circle it with her tongue.

I moaned with delight as she worked over my cock, then abruptly stopped.

"Let's see, where did we leave off the last time we met. Oh yes, now I remember. Please lay down on your back."

I was a little disappointed at the interruption and quickly complied with her request. My cock was fully erect, pointing towards my head and she was kneeling by my shoulder.

"This position is called sixty-nine; it's a great way for you and your partner to get totally turned on, or to bring each other to a mutually satisfying climax."

That said she swung her leg over my head, with her pussy tantalizingly just out of reach of my eager tongue. I felt her hand grab my cock by the base and felt the warm wetness of her mouth as she engulfed me. Not to be outdone, I lifted my head off blanket and began licking her pussy. After a few minutes my neck muscles began to weaken and my head fell back to the floor. I must have been doing something right because she lowered herself down to my face and began gyrating, rubbing her pussy all over my nose and mouth. I could feel and smell her arousal as her pussy began to leak her lubricating fluids all over my face.

Occasionally, I would feel her remove my cock from her mouth and use her hand to bring me ever closer to orgasm, only to take me entirely into her mouth once again. 

I was flicking my tongue over and around her clit. Then, feeling her begin to hump my face again, I latched on to it and began to suck. She bucked, sucked me completely into her mouth and into her throat. That set me off, I could feel her throat trying to swallow my cum as she backed off me to avoid choking. She rolled off me and, looking up at the ceiling of the plane said,

"You are a very good pupil."

She sat up and turned around and lay in my arms. We stayed that way, enjoying the feel of each other's embrace. Soon we were fully recovered and ready to continue. She began by rubbing her tits against my chest, then she moved over me and teased me by rubbing them on my face but not letting me get my mouth on them. She soon had me fully erect ready for my next lesson. 

"This position is called the doggie position; it's one of my favorites," she said slyly as she got up on her knees in front of me, lowered her head to the blanket, and waved that delectable ass in my face. I got on my knees and positioned myself behind her, my cock just barely touching her pussy.

"Some women enjoy this position for anal sex as well; I'm just not into that sort of thing."

I spread her open with my thumbs and eased my cock into her. She responded almost immediately by rocking back and forth as she took all of it deep within her. 

"Oooo, that feels so good, so big. Yes, that's it -- a little harder."

I don't know if that was the "pro" in her coming out, but I didn't care. It did feel real good. I placed my hands on her hips and we got into a rhythm. I could feel her pussy constrict each time I pulled almost completely out, as if it was trying to keep inside. After awhile she began to pant, 

"Oh God, I'm cumming; I'm cum..."

She stiffened, stopping all movement, as I continued to pound away. The sound of slapping skin could be heard over the roar of the engines. She rose up on her elbows and again began to buck back at me, even harder than before.

"Give it to me, you bastard, harder."

I was half-crazed with desire, as I could feel my balls constrict. I leaned over her back and grabbed her nipples as I exploded within her. Her body shook as her hands grabbed at the blanket below her, my body draped over her back. I was exhausted; I could feel the tiny ripples of her internal muscles milking the last of my cum out of my softening cock as I tried to catch my breath.

We separated, fell to the blanket, and embraced. Soon, we were both asleep.

I was in the middle of a beautiful dream, when I suddenly became aware that it wasn't a dream. I could feel Edel's mouth working on my awakening cock. 

"Welcome back, have a nice nap? I thought we'd have a quick review before we land. 

When she had me complete hard again, she climbed on top and took me in one quick motion. She rode me hard, holding her tits in her hands and squeezing the nipples. She leaned forward and offered her tits to me, which I sucked on, biting the nipples. I rolled us over and continued to plow into her. Finally when she sensed that my orgasm was imminent, she said,

"Fuck my tits."

I got the message and crawled up her body, straddling her with my cock between her tits as she forced them together. With each stroke my cock was hitting her open lips. The last thing I heard her yell was,

"Cum in my mouth." 

She let go of her tits, grabbed my ass and pulled me into her mouth as my balls emptied their final load. She sucked until there was nothing left, looked up at me with those big green eyes and swallowed.

"You passed."

I got up and looked at my watch, amazed that we had been going at it for almost five hours. I walked back to her and lay next to her.

"Thank you, Edel; you made this so easy for me. I have never felt this good before."

She reached over and put her fingers to my lips. 

"Don't say anything more. You have made me feel things that I haven't felt in a long, long time. I'm sure there's going to be a woman in your life very soon, and she's going to be a very lucky woman indeed."

She kissed me on the cheek and we both got to our feet and began to dress. By the time we were making our final approach to the Kauai Airport, we were in our seats, lap belts fastened, looking like two normal passengers after a long uneventful flight.

After we landed and taxied to the private terminal, Dave opened the bulkhead door and the outer door.

I helped Edel down to the ground and took our bags over to the waiting limo. Our driver described the area as we traveled west about ten miles, then south over the Maluhia Road through a stretch called the tree tunnel, because of the hundred year old eucalyptus trees which overhang the road. We traveled through the historic district of Koloa, which was known for its commercial sugar production a hundred and twenty five years ago, then turned south towards the beach resorts of Poipu Beach. About a mile before we reached the ocean, our driver turned west on an old plantation road. When we reached a clearing at the top of a hill I spotted a large house overlooking the Pacific Ocean.

We drove into the grounds and halfway around the circular driveway. Joe was standing on the porch as we left the limo and approached the house. 

"Aloha! I assume you had a good flight."

I could feel my cheeks get red as Edel replied,

"It was the best flight I've ever had." 

She continued around the side of the house, as Joe escorted me inside. Through one of the windows I could see Edel as she was greeted by Carla and two other women. Joe could see where I was looking and what I had seen. He tried his best to distract me.

"So did you bring the package from the attorney?"

"Of course Joe, that was my only reason for coming here, right."

"Yes... well, the meeting is tomorrow night, and I have a lot of reading to do before then. I'm sorry that you can't stay longer on this trip, maybe next time. I'll show you to your room; Kona, my cook has a great meal planned for this afternoon. I'm sorry, but I have you booked on the red eye back to the mainland tonight; you have to leave here by 9PM in order to get back to the airport so that you can make your flight"

Joe showed me my room and then left to do his reading. I was pissed and I didn't really understand why. I left the house and walked along the path towards the cliff, overlooking the beaches in the distance. 

Was I mad because I had to leave all this so soon? Or was it that I felt left out of Joe's life? Or was it that I was falling for Edel and couldn't come to grips with the fact that to her it was all business, that tomorrow night she would be entertaining other gentlemen along with the other ladies? 

I could feel my eyes filling up with tears. That's when I heard the crackle of footsteps on the path behind me. There was Edel, as beautiful as when I first met her.

"I saw you walk out of the house and down here. I know you're upset and confused. That first night I tried to tell that it was just business; but I lied, it wasn't just business. John, I really like you, but this is what I do. Then my boss told me that Joe requested our services again, and he explained that Joe asked specifically for me. I told him it was a mistake; but I took the assignment not only for the money, I could have come here with Carla and let one of the other girls come down with you, I wanted to make this as special for you as I could. I see now that it was a mistake, a lack of judgment on my part, I'm sorry."

"I know I'm being silly, but there's only one other woman that I would ever want to be with, and she doesn't think of me in those terms. Please go back to the house, join your friends, and have a wonderful life; I'll be OK. Edel, I'll never forget you and everything you taught me. Goodbye."

I leaned into her and kissed her gently on the cheek and turned to look at the ocean. When I turned back she was gone.

I missed the great meal choosing instead to shower, change my clothes and wait for 9:00 to leave for my flight. At about a quarter to nine, there was a knock on my door. I wasn't sure who I wanted to be on the other side of the door when I opened it.

"May I come in?" asked Joe.

"Sure."

"I am such a dumb ass. I'm so terribly sorry. I'd forgotten what it's like to be young; to have a woman in your arms for the first time. I didn't realize how vulnerable you would be. Edel talked to me after dinner. She explained that you were hurting, and that I was as much to blame as she was. Please forgive me, I thought I was doing you a favor. I was wrong."

"You're forgiven, apology accepted. Say goodbye to her for me."

"I will. By the way, she told me everything you said, and you're wrong. Have a good flight home."

He turned and left the room before I could ask him what he meant; what I was wrong about.

I heard the limo pull up in front of the house, picked up my bag and left. As the car headed down the road I looked back at the house, there was a lone figure standing on the porch.

On the flight I tried but couldn't sleep. They say that the trip home is never as exciting as the trip going to the Islands; it could never have been truer than in my case.

When I finally got back to the house it was nearly 6AM. I had to do one last thing before I settled in. I walked into the study, turned on my computer and edited my list one more time. 

Number 4 - Join the mile high club - DONE. 

I saved, shut down my computer, and headed upstairs to bed. 

'Goodbye, Edel. Have a good life, I'll never forget you.'

Chapter 14

It took me a whole day to get my body back in sync with California time. Sunday morning I forced myself to go down to the gym. There was MaryAnn, on her back on the weight bench under about one hundred and seventy pounds finishing her last couple of reps. 

"You are amazing," I said.

"Thanks, I hear you had a pretty interesting last couple of days. Come on, let's go into the combat room and work it off."

When I got into the room, MaryAnn was already putting on her workout gloves. 

"Come on, get your gloves on, we'll take turns working the bag. I always found that the best way for me to get out my frustrations and to get back the feeling of being normal again was to pound this bag into submission."

She stood in front of the bag and began to throw punches from all angles, the thuds of her punches as they landed, filled the room. In my mind I pictured myself on the receiving end of those punches, thinking this is the woman that you really want but can't work up the courage to go after. I was punishing myself over the guilt I felt. 

I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn't even realize that she had stopped throwing punches.

"Anytime you want to begin is fine with me."

"Sorry, I guess I zoned out for a second."

I began to emulate her as best I could, but my punches weren't as hard, or as fast as hers. When I thought I couldn't throw any more, I counted out another ten and then stepped back to let her have her turn. 

We alternated for about a half an hour, until I thought I was going to die.

"OK we're warmed up now, let's put on the twelve-ounce gloves and go a couple of rounds. "

She must have sensed the sheer panic that washed over me.

"Don't worry, I was only kidding, besides I'd never want to hurt you; you know that right?"

We walked out of the gym, her arm over my shoulder. After showering we met downstairs for breakfast.

"I hear you got to see the estate in Hawaii."

"Not really, I was sent to deliver a package to Joe for his meeting this weekend, I was probably on the ground no longer than nine hours and returned that night on the red eye."

"Well, I've never been there; but I hear it's gorgeous"

"I guess, if you like views of the Pacific, cool breezes, warm sunshine, all in a tropical paradise; then I guess it's gorgeous."

"You sound a little bitter, did anything happen?"

"No, nothing happened. I guess I'm still a little bit tired, that's all. How was your trip to San Diego?"

"Everything went fine, I w.."

"What was that?"

"Nothing, I had a great time, saw some old friends, made a couple of new ones. What do you say we spend the day relaxing by the pool?"

"I can think of nothing I'd rather do."

"Good, go get your bathing suit. By the way, Joe had me buy you a new one while I was in San Diego. He said your old one didn't go with your new California beach bod. I hope you like it."

I went up to my room. There on the floor outside the room, was a shopping bag.