We got on very well and agreed to meet the following morning to continue
our chat. No plans, nor even the original reason for the meeting had been
mentioned, so I went back to my hotel for the night to dream of them alone.

The following day we met in my hotel at about 10 o’clock, to go site
seeing. They lived about 2 miles from the sea, so we drove out to a cove
there. It was breezy but very warm, being mid September. The beach was
deserted, but we moved back into the dunes behind to get away from the
wind, and sat down on a travel rug to chat.

I had brought a picnic basket from the hotel, from which I took a bottle of
wine. We sat there drinking wine and chatting about almost everything.

That Friday, I set off for the meeting in my best bib and tucker, hoping to
get there early enough to stop in the hotel first. But traffic being what
it is I eventually arrived with minutes to spare, having searched for the
pub in the wrong place first.

I managed to identify the sisters quite easily from Claire’s description,
and to my pleasant surprise her description wasn’t stretching the truth, in
fact it hardly did them justice. Both were very pretty and in their early
twenties.

I introduced myself and we chatted generally for a while. Claire being the
oldest of the sisters was 25, blonde with large blue eyes, about 5′ 11″,
with a tanned, slim and athletic figure. From what I could see though she
had large firm breasts. Tracy, the other sister, was younger than Claire by
two years. She had very long black hair in a pony tail. Again tall, about
5′ 9″, with a fuller figure, but not fat and milky translucent white skin.

If I were to write a romance I couldn’t have done it any better than this one
is beginning. The boat, the car, you are all exactly what I want. Slowly you
place your hand on the nape of my neck and press your fingers gently. I’m so
relaxed and yet still so excited. What an incredible feeling. At last, you
lean down and kiss me. Very lightly and so gently. Your lips are soft and
parted slightly. I respond, trying hard to control myself. As you break from
the kiss you smile again and ask if I would like to change into something else.

We pulled away from the curb and you asked if I liked sailing. Very
enthusiastically I said “oh, yes, I love sailing.” We headed away from the
high rises and toward the water. A short time later, pulling up at the yacht
club the valet came to take the car. He opened my door first and I stepped out
looking around carefully. I’m still breathless and all you did was smile at me
and kiss my hand.

You exit the car and open the truck removing a large duffel bag. Coming to my
side you casually place your arm around my waist and guide me toward the
marina. So many lovely boats are berthed here, which one is yours? You move
your arm to unlock the gate and I pass through first, waiting as you again take
my hand and lead me down the ramp. These ramps were not meant for high heels
and you are careful to go slowly. Finally we walk past several slips and come
to the last boat. A beautiful 45 foot, motor sailor. We climb the 4 steps and
you lift me over the side. “Welcome aboard”, my new friend. This is “The Last
Resort”. “Hope you like her”.

At last it was time to leave the office and proceed to the street again. My
breathing was inconsistent and my normal walk with the perky stride was
impossible. I alternated between almost running and slowing to a very slow
pace, trying to arrive at precisely the right time. As I approached I was
disappointed to see no one there. Suddenly, a car horn broke into my thoughts
and there you were. A Black 1957 Thunderbird, with a white top. Naturally it
was in mint condition and sparkled all over. You reached over and opened the
door for me. As I climbed inside my dress raised a little to show you my left
thigh.

It so happened that we didn’t fuck for about three days after
that. On the average, we fucked about every eight hours, so this was
quite a long time. And it was just as well, in a way:
“My asshole is sore.”
“I — I’m not surprised,” I said. “I wish it wasn’t — but I
liked the way it got sore.” I thought about my next words. “And so
did you.”
Her eyes blazed at me. I saw the anger beginning in her face -
- and then it collapsed. “I know — but that’s what the gay boys
do, isn’t it? Do you wish I was a boy?”
I started to laugh — and then realized she was only half-
joking.
“June, I like licking your cunt,” I said quietly. “And so do
you. Does that mean you wish I was a woman — since cuntlicking is
what lesbians do?”
Her eyes half closed and she shivered. “I know!” She seemed
amazed. “It makes me itchy when you say that — but you know I
don’t like lesbians.”
I licked my lips and stepped toward her. She put her small
hand against my chest, keeping me away.
I didn’t press it. Even if I’d been the kind of moronic
asshole who tries to force himself on someone else, there was
something else to consider: June had been an auxiliary cop in
Singapore, with the attendant martial arts training. We’d sparred
playfully a few times. She was just as fast as I and a helluvalot
more deceptive in her movements. I knew I could absorb enormous
damage, and use my superior strength to prevail, but I had no
desire to do so — and I didn’t know if there were subconscious
resentments in this hard-bodied young woman that could make a
playful blow slip and do serious damage. This was just another
equality that made her attractive to me: June could not be forced
to do anything. Whatever she did, it was by choice.
“But!” She laughed and dropped her hand. She knew my respect
for her prowess — and, more importantly, simply for her. “But!”
I nodded ruefully. “I know.”

“Come here.”

Alice walked slowly to him.

“Lay across my lap.”

Alice had assumed that he would want to fuck her. A spanking hadn’t even
entered her mind. She could barely remember her last spanking. She had been
in grade school and her mother had pulled down her drawers and used a hair
brush on her young ass after finding out about a fight in school.

With some genuine fear, Alice lay across his lap.

Mark didn’t begin spanking her at once. First he spread her legs and felt
the sticky dampness there. Alice blushed hotly at the shame of having mark
examine the evidence of her infidelity.

Soon after we started, Joe insisted on performing oral sex on me. I
resisted at first, but finally gave in, and, within a few short minutes, I
experienced the most wonderful orgasm of my life! From that second on, I
couldn’t get enough of his sucking and screwing me. He never failed to
bring me to climax and I was so hooked on his wonderful body and tongue
that I would have done almost anything to have him suck me.

Her inability to control Dave made her feel terribly wanton as she allowed
him each liberty. She had come almost as soon as he had entered her, her
skirt still on, on her face, from the rear.

Dave was taking her like a bitch, she thought. The word “bitch” seemed to
excite her even more. She repeated it to herself as his hard member shoved
home, again and again.

When Dave had come, she had expected to get dressed, but instead he had
taken her to his bedroom, removed the rest of her clothes and made her assume
positions on his bed.

I have found though that you’ve caused my rides to be a little more exciting
lately than I remember them as a child. Last week as I was arguing with myself
about the many reasons why I shouldn’t go for a ride like I don’t feel like
it…it’s too hot…I don’t want to…I need to do some paperwork for
work…when I heard a knock on the door. And there you were in your biking
shorts holding your bike. I was totally shocked because usually you never come
to visit and you’ve made so many remarks about the fact that I ride too slowly
so I assumed you would never ask me to go for a ride. But there you are-God,
how I lust after you when you’re in those black shorts-they leave nothing to my
overactive imagination. You’ve been out for a while because you’re soaked with
sweat making the curves of your muscles even more visible.

The look on your face is pure satisfaction-”So, want to go for a ride? I’ve
done 40 miles so far and you can survive another 10, can’t you?”

Oh, shit-I think to myself-he’s doing well-he’ll beat me into the ground but I
smile and sputter, “Sure, you know I’m slow though” I’ve got to change-oh,
damn, now he’s going see that I haven’t got a tan or even a shade of a tan-at
least my legs are shaved. I put on my sweat shorts and my jersey and wheel my
bike out.

I’m thinking-You’re used to racing and you’ve got a bike set up for it-there’s
no way I can match you-I’ve got a mountain bike that weighs twice as much as
yours-I outweigh you by a good amount. And you’ve been in training for months.
Oh, well the pain’ll be over soon.

We start off slow and I follow you-at least you’re not cranking-you slow down
and drift back beside me so we can talk. “How bout we take one of the side
roads, do about 10 and then circle back to your apartment? You take me home in
the car if I’m too tired to ride?”

“Sure”. A reasonable request it seems to me.

“Or you can put me up for the night.” And off you ride and down a side street
laughing as you drop me in the dust.

I push to catch up with you. “Did you mean you’d stay over?”

“Yeah, if you can keep up with me for the whole trip.”

Is this an incentive or what-I haven’t made love to anyone in 2 1/2 years and
all I have to do to get you into bed is keep up with you for 10 miles.

Unfortunately, I start to feel the effects of keeping up with you already-my
calves are aching and my knees feel like shit. You drift back again-grinning
that mischievous grin you have and ask “How you doing? I can make it a little
more interesting for you.”

“How’s that-going to give me a new set of knees?”

“Nope, I was thinking that we’ve gone about 3 miles already and we can stop
about 2 miles from here for a short break. In the mean time, why don’t you
think of that seat as a substitute for part of my anatomy.”

And you don’t lose eye contact with me as I almost ride into a ditch.

Oh Christ, am I out with a sadist or what…you know how long it’s been for
me. I keep envisioning all the times that it would have been right for you to
have just come over and stayed. I keep remembering all the times you said
“No”.

What you said is having it’s effect-I do seem to be sliding back and forth and
it’s taken my attention away from the pain of my legs. I just have that moist
feeling between my legs in the center of my concentration. As we start up a
slight hill, I lift off the seat and you keep up with me easily and say “I
notice you don’t wear anything under your biking shorts either. I always
wondered if you were a real red head or not-looks like you are.” And off you
go up the hill with the ease of a jaguar.

I’m starting to get pissed now because I’m losing steam and I can’t really keep
up with you and I’m really horny now. I keep wondering if I’m really going to
get laid at the end of this or if you’re just going to sleep on the couch. I’m
surprised because my knees seem to have gotten used to the ride and I’m at the
top of the hill-thank god. You drop back and ride beside me and say “The air’s
nice isn’t it” And it is too-cool as we descend-the way I like to ride-down
hill on a warm day. “See the sign down there and you point to a blue sign on
the right-we can stop there for a minute and get a drink of water.”

I just coast and feel the wind pass me and it’s a great feeling-I don’t feel
too bad-I’m half way there and I’m happy.

We turn into a little park that has some benches and trees and a little
waterfall. I didn’t know this park was so close to my apartment-what a
delight. I get off my bike and lean it up against the back of the bench and go
over and dip my hands under the waterfall, drench my hair-the cool water
dripping down and soaking my jersey. I’d like to take a shower right now,
preferably with you. The water is so cool and I cup my hands and take a
drink-it’s really cold-I know I’ll get cramps if I drink too much so I just go
over and sit on the bench.

You join me and sit close with your thigh touching mine. I really would like
to have you right here on the bench. The silky feel of your freshly shaved leg
against mine is a sensual delight. The thought of how wonderful it would feel
to have your thighs between mine and your cock sliding in and out of me is
rather stimulating at this moment.

There seems to be great pleasure for you in keeping me in the chase right now.
You start a conversation having to do with work and what the merits of certain
features of the product you’re working on are-I lost the thread of that after
the first few words-I realize that there has only been work between us and
there’s no hope for anything more. It really hurts a great deal to think that
way and so I’d rather have the pain of my legs to think about than the breaking
of my heart. I get up and get my bike. “Which way?”

You’re kind of shocked since you thought I was listening to the work
conversation. “If we go down here and take a right, it goes back to your
apartment but we’ll be short by about 2 miles from our agreement.”

“Well, then we can go straight and circle back someway, I would imagine.”

“Sure-is something the matter?”

“No, I just remembered I should go to work later-I’ve got some stuff to write
up.” And off I go-I try to keep my eyes averted so you don’t see the tears run
down my face as I realize once again that I’m nothing more to you than a
willing listener. I don’t notice my legs any more, I just concentrate on how
I’m going to gracefully say good-bye that afternoon. I’ve got to stop hurting
myself by thinking that there’s any more to our relationship than work. I’m
woken out of my thoughts by your hand on my forearm.

“Hey, stop a minute.”

“There is something wrong-what is it?” You really look concerned and I never
could resist being enchanted by the depth of those brown eyes.

“I just want to go back to my apartment because I have a lot to do and I should
be doing it instead of riding today.”

“Is this another way for you to avoid me like you’ve been doing for 2 months
now? Ever since I took my new job, you never have time to talk to me and I
really miss the talks we had, I thought we were friends-I feel totally
abandoned. Don’t you give a shit about me anymore?”

We’re standing by the side of the road and I hate public scenes-I can’t stop
the tears now. “Of course, I care for you-I care too much, I don’t want to be
just your friend, I want to be your friend and lover. I tied myself in knots
while you worked with me and now you have a new job and a new start and it’s
better that I not stay involved because you’re dating other people and one of
them will work out for you-then I’ll be left a second time-Please don’t make me
get re-involved, it just hurts too much.”

You let go of my arm and slide your arm around my waist. “I’ve always loved
you in my own way-I wouldn’t have spent so much time and gotten both of us in
trouble all those time if I didn’t value you as a part of my life.”

My first impulse is to run. I start to move away and your grip on my becomes
firmer. “Let’s go back to your apartment and have dinner-you’re too tired to
work tonight so let’s have a nice night together away from work.”

We get back on our bikes and I start off, you pass me and take the right side
street and I follow. Another couple of miles and I see the back of my
apartment building. The tears are still streaming down my face-more pain from
this relationship, I just don’t want any more pain. I keep saying to myself,
now when he says he just wants to be friends, it’ll be alright, you can handle
it-it’s not the end of the world. You don’t have to see him at work-it’ll be
fine. You can take him home from your apartment and it’ll be over in half an
hour. All the crap of a lifetime of rejection wells up in me: I’m not pretty,
I’m not bright enough, I’m not mature enough…it goes on endlessly in my
head-I’m just wrong.

We get back to the apartment. “Do you want me to take you home now or what?”
I’m really short with you now and I can’t look you straight in the eye.

“Later-let’s get cleaned up first.”

We bring our bikes into the apartment. I go to the refridge and get a jug of
water out. “want some?”

“Some what?” As you stand about a foot from me and have a strange smile on
your face.

“Water-what else is there?”

You move closer and put a hand on each side of my waist and say “How about some
of you.”

This is scaring the hell out of me and I start trembling and try to move away
but you hold me tighter. “Stop running away from reality into that very scary
fantasy world of yours. I’m not leaving you. You haven’t any real idea of how
I feel about you because you haven’t talked to me for 2 months.” The tone of
your voice shows your irritation.

“Okay.”

“Now, I think you should take a shower and put on something cool and
comfortable and something you enjoy wearing. I’m going to take a shower, too.
I brought clothes to wear to dinner. Then we’re going to have a conversation
about us-not work-not me-not you but us.”

I come back with a short black kimono, holding it out for you. “You might like
to wear this when you come out of the shower-you can take a shower first if you
like.”

“No, you go ahead-I have a surprise for you and I need to get it ready for
you. Is it okay if I come in and shave while you’re taking a shower?”

“Sure.”

I start the water running and get in-it does feel good after being so hot and
sweaty-I hear the door open and then the shower curtin rustle-I turn around and
you’re beautifully naked waiting for an invitation.

“Can I join you?”

It didn’t take much hesitation to join me in the shower.

“So, where’s the soap so I can wash your back?” You’re grinning, again. I’m
having my fantasy come to life and you treat this like this is an everyday
occurence.

I feel like I’m 17 and a virgin again-I feel awkward and scared-I hand you the
soap and the shower massage head. You move my hair to my shoulder to keep it
from getting wet and start to wash my back. I turn around and just stare at
your body-you’ve got the beginnings of a stiff cock and I notice you’re quite
amply endowed. I give in to my body’s longing, knowing that I’m going to be
hurt by loving you. I reach out for you and pull you to me and kiss you as I
have wanted to do for 2 years now. I can feel your cock stiffening and your
breathing deepen. I step back and take the soap and shower massage from your
hand and put them back on the shelf. I want you now-I don’t want to wait any
longer. I move back to you and you laugh “Slow down, we have all night.
Besides my plans involve some things which require a shower for both of us.”
That intriguing smile of yours.

“Alright, I’m game.”

I take the shower massage and soak you from the top of your head down. “Would
you like me to wash your hair?” You turn around “sure.” I get the shampoo and
start washing your hair. “I like this-could you do this on a regular basis?”
“Sure, make an appointment with my secretary.” We laugh finally. I rinse your
hair and then run my hand down your back to make sure the soap is gone. It
might appear that I’m overly concerned about making sure all the soap is
gone-yeah, I’m feeling you up. Touching you is nerve wracking-I just want to
fuck right now more than anything else in the world-no foreplay-just pure lust
and rut.

That’s what I’ve always felt with you-this lust and desire and I’m about to get
what I want.

You take the shower massage in hand and reach past me for the soap. You dampen
my front and start soaping my tits. My nipples show their interest standing
towards you. I can’t stand still at this point especially as you get closer
and closer to my snatch.

“Calm down, we’ll get there.”

You know me too well. I feel like a racehorse at the gate and hot to trot.
The soap makes your hand slippery as it slides down my front to my bush. That
fond remembrance of the sensation of a slick hand where no one has been for
ages. As your hand nears my twat, I put my hand on yours and glide it down and
between my legs working it back and forth in a gentle rhythm.

My motions are quite restrained for someone on the edge of coming-I just don’t
want you to stop that wonderful motion in and out of my cleft. Please, just a
little longer. My breathing is getting shallow, I close my eyes and start to
drift to that edge of pleasure that has been absent so long from my life. My
breathe quickens as I near my climax and I move your hand more quickly trying
to push myself over the edge and feel the waves of relief. You push my hand
away and pull me to you in a passionate kiss sliding your tongue in slowly,
taunting me-I respond in kind-exploring you with my tongue and letting my hands
roam over you without boundaries. Your cock approves by standing straight
up-hard and tight-the veins coursing with blood.

I want you now and lean back up againt the wall and put one leg on the side of
the bath and pull you to me-I’m quite agressive at this point-I want you and we
can go for a more relaxed pace later-I want you and I want you now. I reach
out and guide your member to my channel. I expericened the feeling of being
filled for the first time in years and can only let my body do what’s
natural-you feel the same way. Your thrusting in and out of me is pushing me
to the edge again-I can’t stop the waves of plearuse as they pound over me and
I feel the contractions in my snatch beginning; I’m gasping for breathe and
murmuring to you-”Don’t stop, please come inside me” As the contractions
become stronger I push back to meet your thrusts and my entire body trembles as
I start to come. You hold my waist firm as you continue to pump into me. The
tears of release are streaming down my cheeks- I open my eyes and see you
clenching your jaw as you approach coming-I slide back and forth and squeeze my
cunt around your cock-you open your eyes as I feel the first spasm of your
coming pass through your body-a wide smile comes over your lips as you push in
and out feeling the semen spurting out of your cock and inside of me. The
slippery sensation of your cock moving in and out so well lubricated makes me
tingle and gets me ready for another session. You slow your pace and just lean
up against me, the feeling of the shower cooling and relaxing to us both. I
push you back a bit and kiss you gently and enfold you in my arms. I whisper,
“Would yo like to take a nap and relax.”

You laugh and say “That took more out of me than the ride.”

“I think it did.” I reach for the shower head and move it over you washing
away the remnants of your seed. I take a finger full of your juice to my lips
and taste it’s saltiness-”Tastes good-can I have some more later?” Smiling
that smile I reserve only for attractive single men.

You snap back, “You’ll have to do something to earn it.”