"You have to work this summer? What a drag!" Andrea said with true horror.
"Yes-that's simply ghastly that your parents are making you take on such a ... menial job." Susie tossed her honey-colored hair back and snuck a glance at herself in the mirror beside her bed. Her mind appeared to be more occupied with her pretty face, however, than with her friend Lisa-Marie's stroke of bad luck.
Lisa-Marie sighed, her shoulders slumped down sadly with the burden of misfortune that her parents had placed upon her right before they had left for their grand three-month-long tour of France. "With your mother and me gone for so long plus no adult supervision, we decided it would be wise to give you something to do to stay out of trouble," her father had sternly informed her. "Also, since you start college next fall, we decided you should have the maturing experience of holding down a job." Lisa-Marie had listened to his words in astonishment. She had never worked a day in all of her tender eighteen years. None of her friends had ever had to work either. It wasn't fair! She was so stunned at the news that her father had arranged for her to be a hotel maid that she'd merely nodded her head stupidly. What a bummer! she thought inwardly.
"At least you'll be working at the Barnaby Resort Hotel," Andrea noted consolingly. "The cutest guys sign on there for summer work. Andrea absentmindedly adjusted her brassiere through the material of her cotton blouse. Her breasts were so large that there was no way she could get away with not corraling them in, unlike Susie and Lisa-Marie, who often went braless.
That, at least, was true. Every summer the small, though posh, resort town filled up with tourists, causing such establishments as the noble Barnaby Hotel to hire extra help-most of it in the form of delectable young men.
"The thing is, Andrea, that this is the first time my parents have gone away and left me on my own. I've known all year long that they were going to be in France this summer, and I've been looking forward to one final fling of freedom before college starts! Then they go and pull this crap on me. And my mother tries buttering me up by telling me how much they trust me and so on, but they're practically sticking me in prison with this job." She jumped up to her feet and walked over to the bedroom window. Her legs were long, shapely, and tanned and her ass was nicely contained in her bikini bottom. She put her hands on her small round hips and glared out of the window. A slight latespring breeze caused her nipples to grow erect, poking the material out saucily underneath her flimsy tee-shirt.
While Andrea and Susie maintained a respectful silence to mourn her plight, Lisa-Marie's thoughts suddenly became totally absorbed with the wondrous vision of her secret heartthrob. There was Nigel, standing in the driveway wearing nothing but a pair of cut-off jeans as he washed down the nifty little sports car his filthy-rich dad had given him. She held her breath for a moment as she drank in the delectable joy of seeing that Nigel had finally arrived back home from college for the summer. His longish, thick golden-brown hair plus his muscles and slender waist made him look like the legendary California surfer. He was a little bit on the pale side right now, but after one week in the sunshine he would look his usual sexy self.
"Susie," she said, trying to hide the excitement in her voice, "You didn't tell me that your brother was back from school. When did he get in?" Lisa-Marie strained to see the line of hair which trailed down the boy's flat belly and on into the secret joy of his shorts. She thought, That's part of his pubic hair, maybe ... Seeing the muscles in his arms ripple as he lovingly washed down the fiery-red sports car sent a tremor of lust through her. It both scared and intrigued the girl whenever she felt horny, for it was such a new and undeniably overwhelming sensation of pleasure. She didn't know what to do with these feelings as she had absolutely no experience in dealing with the sinful urges that accompanied them.
"Oh, yeah. Nigel got in last night and-get this," Susie lowered her voice. "He brought home some girl!"
"No shit!" exclaimed Andrea, who always loved a little gossip, especially if there was something dirty involved. "Where's she sleeping?"
"In one of the guest bedrooms, but I think they've been screwing at college, because she looked so sad when Mom practically ushered her in there by brute force last night." Susie idly pulled her shirt off herself, revealing her perfect champagne-glass-sized breasts. Once more her eyes darted over to the mirror as she checked out the partial profile of her high-placed bosom. "I like the idea of getting a tan on my tits again this year. Let's see if we can find a better place to go nude sunbathing this year." Last year the three girls had been spied on by a group of young and very persistent boys, as they'd sunned their naked bodies behind some boulders.
A small bolt of lightning had flashed angrily through Lisa-Marie's stomach when Susie had said he'd brought home a girl. With Nigel it was always the same-he always had a whole bevy of beauties hanging around him, waiting for his white-toothed grin. But in the past he usually waited until the tourists came flocking in, bringing their bored daughters with them. Then he'd calmly set forth and procede to entertain as many of these bored daughters as was humanly possible. It wasn't nice of him to already have a girl to attend to this summer before Lisa-Marie had a chance to try for him one more time.
"Let's go to the beach," Andrea suggested.
"Sounds good to me," answered Susie as she slipped her bikini top on over her sweet breasts. "Lisa-Marie?"
"Wha? Sure." The light-brown-haired girl pulled herself away from the tormenting sight of Nigel. There was that strange ache between her legs again. What the hell is it? She'd once asked Andrea about that weird feeling and her friend had laughed and said, "You're hard up. You need a boyfriend." Andrea was the only girl Lisa-Marie knew who had gotten laid, so the big-breasted girl was like a guru so far as sex was concerned.
Andrea had wisely already assumed they'd wind up spending such a sunny day at the beach so she'd brought her bathing suit over to her friend's house. But all Lisa-Marie had was her tee-shirt and the bottom half of her bikini.
"Oh, don't bother going home. You can just wear one of my tops," Susie said while she rummaged around in her dresser drawers.
Lisa-Marie shifted nervously from foot to foot. She didn't want to say anything but she sorely doubted that her plush, medium-sized breasts would even be able to fit into one of Susie's tops.
"Here you go," Susie said gaily as she tossed a skimpy scrap of material over towards Lisa-Marie.
The young girl caught the bikini top neatly. "Er ... thanks." She modestly retreated to the bathroom in order to change. She didn't care to have her two friends witness her trying to stuff her breasts into the ridiculously small cups of the bathing suit.
"Nigel-I adore you!" She whispered to herself when she was alone in the bathroom. She pushed open the small window and looked out to see if he was still out by his car. Yes! She watched his small butt as he hosed the suds off the gleaming red paint job. Without thinking, she reached under her teeshirt and cupped one of her firm, round breasts. When her fingers grazed her nipple, the tingling sensation increased between her legs. She ran her hand over her twin orbs. Her boobs used to be the size of Susie's until this Winter when they had suddenly swollen into very ample servings of womanliness. She and Susie used to compare their breasts a lot, but once hers had started to really grow large, she had shyly kept them hidden out of embarrassment.
Nigel leaned way over the hood of his car as he reached for a spot of foamy suds. Lisa-Marie felt her nipples grow hard as she saw the muscles twitch along his back. Today that strange humming feeling between her legs was really making her feel uncomfortable. And Andrea had mysteriously said that what she needed for relief of that feeling was a boyfriend. "Oh, Nigel!" murmured Lisa-Marie with quiet urgency. Year after year it was the same. She'd say 'hi' to him shyly and he'd practically ignore her flat-out. All she was to him was just an other one of Susie's snot-nosed friends.
In an effort to pull herself back into the wide-not always so wonderful-world of reality, she averted her gaze from the godlike form of Nigel and pulled her tee-shirt off. But then she caught a glimpse of herself in the floor-length bathroom mirror and she froze in astonishment. Is that me?, she wondered as she stared at the curvaceous womanly figure in the reflection. She already had a good start on a golden suntan this year, and her smooth skin glowed with youthful health. Her breasts were cream-colored and contrasted nicely with the brownness of her body. She lifted her breasts up partially and then let go of them. They bobbed slightly as she watched the effect in the mirror. My tits are so ... full now, she thought as she stared at the perfect round breasts which seemed to have suddenly appeared on her chest. Her erect nipples looked like sweet pink roses placed at a pleasingly upward-pointing angle on the cream-colored mounds of female flesh.
She struck a pose with her hands, lifting up her thick light-brown hair, and she batted her large, green eyes in a self-mocking display of sexuality. Ever since she had reached puberty, she had had a nice slender waist and curvy hips. Her bottom, which she pivoted to see in the reflection, was just the right size. A few months ago she had been somewhat surprised when a friend of her parents had grabbed her ass and squeezed it when she had been alone with him briefly. "You've got a good handful there, kid!" Uncle J.T. had said with a wink. Lisa-Marie remembered his words now and the sense that he was, well, attracted to her. That strange realization that Uncle J.T. (who wasn't a real blood-related uncle), someone whom she'd known all of her life, was now thinking of her in sexual terms, had excited her very much. And thinking about it now added to her already-high level of arousal.
In the mirror, her long, shapely legs finished off the picture of an extremely pretty young woman. It was as though Lisa-Marie had been given a present of a grown-up body. "This all is going to take some getting used to," she murmured to herself. On a sudden impulse, she slipped her bikini bottoms down and stroked the triangle-shaped patch of silky-brown pubic hair. "Ohh!" she exclaimed. Her touch had set off a tremor of pleasure through her. She knew that she'd already been in the bathroom a long time, but she was so captivated by the warm, glowing feeling between her legs that she couldn't stop now.
Lisa-Marie noticed a small hand-mirror on the window ledge and she went over to it and held it down so she could really get a good look at her cunt. Outside in the driveway, she saw that Nigel was now waxing his car. His strong arms glided lovingly over the red surface. She then looked down into the mirror at the tender, lightly -haired cleft of her womanhood. She could see a pink nub of flesh poking out and she touched it. "Oh my God!" she whispered as she slumped against the wall for support as a surge of hedonistic delight swept through her. She put the hand-mirror clumsily back on the window ledge and then placed her trembling fingers back into the tantalizing mystery of her cunt.
She stared out the window at the college boy's lithe body while keeping her hand cupped over her swollen clitoris. Then, she began to move her index finger trancelike around and around the little nub of pink flesh in perfect timing to Nigel's arm as he waxed his car. It scared her to be feeling so powerless before this sexual force. She knew that boys masturbated, but she didn't know that girls were also capable of self-stimulation. She honestly had no idea that what was happening to her was that she was about to experience her very first orgasm.
Nigel-I want to kiss you, she said soundlessly as she watched him. Thoughts of him holding her and touching her breasts floated sinfully through her mind. Her breathing quickened and she felt as if all of her energy was rushing down to that mad dening sensation in her cunt. She felt her finger grow wet with her juices, making it even more exciting as her touch glided swiftly over and around the hot, insistent flesh between her legs. She suddenly felt as if she were falling, and she closed her eyes as the most wonderful spasms took over her body, sending searing rushes of rapture through her veins.
She felt spent afterwards, as well she should, for she had at long last stumbled across the answer to the feelings she'd been having for the past few months. She quickly pulled her bikini panties back up, easing them carefully up into her crotch as she felt a bit sore after her successful experiment. She fastened the clasp on Susie's bikini top around her back and then leaned forward so that her breasts fell heavily into the cups. It was a ridiculously small fit, just as the young girl had feared, for Susie was still only a 32-B while Lisa-Marie had blossomed into at least a 35-C.
"Oh no!" she said aloud in dismay as she surveyed the results in the mirror. She looked like a centerfold as she stood there with her breasts practically spilling out of the bikini top. Her cleavage was very deep as her large breasts bunched up together. When she bent over, it looked as if her breasts were going to fall out of the cups at any moment. Well, at least her nipples were covered up.
She smiled ruefully and then pulled her tee-shirt back on. Just keep your shirt on, she told herself as she hurried out of the bathroom.
"You sure took your time up there," remarked Susie when Lisa-Marie finally located her friends down in the kitchen. They were eating cookies with some strange girl whom Lisa-Marie immediately identified as Nigel's college girlfriend.
"Ummm. Sorry," she said noncommittally as she reached for a cookie. At first glance, the girlfriend was disconcertingly beautiful. Lisa-Marie felt her heart drop into her stomach and she put the cookie back without even trying to take a bite out of it.
"Oops. Lisa-Marie, this is Nancy, Nigel's friend. Lisa-Marie is a friend of mine, Nancy. She's coming to the beach with us." Susie stood up and brushed some crumbs off.
"I'm pleased to meet you," said Nancy, extending her hand. Lisa-Marie shook hands briefly with the young woman and smiled.
Nancy had dark, mahogany-brown hair and an olive complexion. Her eyes were hazel and her teeth were movie-star white and even. She oozed good breeding, and Lisa-Marie felt positive that if Nigel's girlfriend were cut, she'd bleed bright-blue blood. She felt immediate and total dislike for the sophisticated woman, which went far beyond the fact that she had temporarily snagged Susie's brother. "Let's go!"
The masculine voice made Lisa-Marie jump, and she turned to see Nigel standing in the kitchen doorway. He was even more handsome up close, and his upturned, slightly arrogant mouth reminded her, as always, of a marble statue of Adonis. He exuded pure sexual magnetism. She felt her cheeks grow hot as she thought about what she had done just now, upstairs in the bathroom, as she had watched him through the window. But Nigel had his attentions elsewhere as he went over and kissed Nancy's upturned lips lightly. Then he took her by the hand and they went out the kitchen door.
"We're going to the beach with them!" inquired Lisa-Marie.
"Yeah, they're going to Huntington Beach, and I got him to say he'd give us a lift there," said Susie as she darted out the door after her brother. Susie's house was right on a private beach, but the kids had always preferred the excitement of going to Huntington as it was a public beach, meaning the possibility of meeting an interesting tourist.
It was difficult, but all three girls managed to squeeze into the back of the sports car. Andrea and Susie kept up a constant chatter as Nigel drove at breakneck speed. He exchanged a few cooing words with Nancy. The coed kept one small hand on his knee, and Lisa-Marie stared obsessively at the woman's show of possession of the most desirable bachelor in the small, posh resort town. Even though the young girl had just masturbated, she felt a resurgence of that nagging urge in her pussy that made her yearn to reach out and stroke Nigel's bare, muscular arm.
Once at Huntington Beach, Nigel impatiently extricated himself and his girlfriend from the company of his sister and her teenage friends. His eyes didn't even forcus for one split-second on Lisa-Marie. And that was just as well, for she didn't know if she could control the quiet heat of desire his proximity was causing her. She ran along after Susie and Andrea as they raced to find a good spot to put their towels on the already-crowded beach. The tourists had arrived about a week early this year, probably due to the unexpectedly good weather.
"The place is jumping!" exclaimed Susie happily. "I already see a lot of handsome guys!" Ever since the girls had been fifteen it was the same. Every summer they cruised around for 'boyfriends.' Simple necking was all any of them had done. Except for 19-year-old Andrea, who had finally gone all the way last summer. Susie didn't know this as she was too straitlaced and would have loudly disapproved. But Lisa-Marie had often made Andrea recount to her that exciting moment when she had lost her virginity:
"I was driving my parents' car around just for the hell of it one day when I noticed that this car was following me. At first I wasn't sure, because it could have just been coincidence that made it turn where I was turning, you know. I was just enjoying driving down the practically empty roads up in the hills and taking in the scenery, so I didn't pay much attention to that other car. But then I started doing some fancy doubling back and so on and, when the car continued to follow me, I started to feel weird. But then I lost the trailing car so I forgot all about it. I stopped off near a bunch of boulders and went over and sat behind one of them. It was one of the nicer days, I remember, and the sky was really blue. And I felt horny. I jumped up when I heard a car pull nearby, and I saw that it was the same car that had been following me. I was scared shitless! An older guy got out. He was wearing a white shirt and tan trousers. He was smiling and he looked kind of cute, even though he was much older-like maybe in his mid-thirties. He shouted over to me, "So I finally caught up with you!" He told me that he'd been trying to signal me back there on the road. I don't know why, but I stopped being afraid of him and I let him come on over to me. He was nice and tall, and I felt sort of dizzy standing next to him.
"He told me that he didn't have time to play games, that he had to go catch a plane. He said that he'd caught a glimpse of my face as I was driving and that he'd gotten a sudden yen to fuck me. That's just how he said it, too! I couldn't believe he had said that to me. And I don't know why, but I just ... I mean, I sort of ... wanted him all of a sudden, too. I thought,' Why not?' It seemed to be too good a thing to pass up. He was awfully cute, especially when he smiled, as he had a very slight gap between his front teeth. I don't know, he made me think of a naughty little boy-except he also was such a man. Not a kid. There was substance to his body that boys just don't have.
"I told him that I was a virgin and he said that was difficult to believe with tits as big as mine. I was wearing a tight tee-shirt that day which really emphasized them. His eyes kept dropping down to my chest as we talked, and that made me feel even more horny. He asked me how old I was-eighteen at the time-and he said, 'Legal!' when I told him. He looked at his watch and told me he only had about thirty minutes before he had to rush for the airport. Then he simply took my hand and pulled me down behind the boulder so no one could see us from the road. I was really scared but, believe me, Lisa-Marie, I just melted in his arms. Having a man hold you is the most incredible turn-on! Just before he started kissing me he told me that his name was John. At first I avoided his mouth because-well, he was so sauve, I guess I was nervous that I wouldn't please him. but he was persistent and he pushed his tongue into my mouth. He was so much better at French-kissing than the boys I'd made out with! It was different because he was doing it with ... intention. Like he knew what he wanted and he knew that he was going to get it. Anyway, at the same time he went right for my tits. He didn't even feel them through my shirt like the boys do. He just reached right up under my shirt and slipped his hand inside my bra. I could have died; it felt so good! Then he pulled my shirt up and pulled my tits out from the bra. I started to take my shirt all the way off, but he told me there wasn't enough time. I could have kicked myself for not having stopped the car sooner. Then, just like a little baby, he started to suck on my nipples. I thought it was kind of funny for the first second, but then I started to feel nuts about what he was doing to me. I started stroking his hair and his arms, and he caught my hand and put it on his cock. And it was hard in his pants. I was such a nerd that I didn't know what to do, and he had to tell me to unzip his pants and take it out. Remember that, Lisa-Marie. When you're with a guy, play with his cock. They like that.
"He had to teach me to run my hand up and down his cock. It was kind of reddish and he had several large veins that twined along it. It was thick and the tip of it felt like hot velvet. It was much larger and harder than I thought a man's penis was. And believe me, I really had my doubts that he could put that thing inside me!
"Anyway, he kept telling me over and over how great my boobs were, and then he helped me pull my pants down. He got really excited then and said he was glad he'd decided to pursue me when he'd spotted me on the road. He made me lie down, put my knees up, and spread my legs apart. Then he started to lick at my cunt and that's when I started trembling. He got me so aroused that I even started playing with my breasts, you know, lifting them up and licking my nipples with my tongue. My hips started moving and I couldn't stop them. He held onto them and I couldn't help moaning when I felt him insert the tip of his tongue up my pussy. He asked me if I felt ready and I said 'Yes!', making him laugh, I guess, because I sounded so exuberant. He got on top of me and positioned the tip of his cock so that it started to move up inside me. But then it stopped being able to go any farther and it hurt me! I started whimpering and he said, 'Damn!', that he'd forgotten I was a virgin. He told me to hang on, that it would be over with in a flash and then it would feel good again. I just told him to hurry and get it over with as I was so tired of being a virgin. It was just one quick pain. Don't be scared when your time comes, Lisa-Marie. It's not that bad.
"When he broke through, he stayed still for a little while. He told me that he was giving me time to adjust to him. And the horniness returned in no time at all. It felt incredible to have a man on top of me at long last, and it was even better than I'd imagined to have a thick cock inside me! He started to fuck me and I wrapped my legs around his back, just like I'd read in a book. He told me not to just lie there but to try and move also so that I'd get the maximum stimulation from his cock. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. It was all so exciting, especially seeing how much I'd aroused him. It was neat thinking that my body had turned him on as much as his body had turned me on. I could feel his cock touching the top of my cunt every time he thrust himself up inside me. We both were sweating a lot and our stomachs slapped together every once in a while. If I hadn't felt so caught up in how good he was making me feel, I would have laughed. And then I came! I had an orgasm from my first fuck! I take that as an omen that I'm going to have a good sex life. Whatever you do, Lisa-Marie, don't wait too long before you fuck a guy. Orgasms are even better than everyone says they are! Jesus, it was intense. When he came, he pulled his cock out of me and his white sperm came bursting out on my stomach and on my pubic hair. He told me later on that he'd done that so as not to take any chances on knocking me up. I'm so glad that John wanted to fuck me! I can't wait until I get laid again. Hopefully, it'll be this summer. I'll make it happen!"
Lisa-Marie thought about Andrea's experience as she sat on her towel and scanned the beach discreetly to see where Nigel and his girlfriend were. The sun was so hot that she felt beads of sweat starting to well up on her back. Both Andrea and Susie took their shirts off in order to sun themselves in their bikinis, but Lisa-Marie steadfastly kept her tee-shirt on as she was ever mindful of the too-small bathing-suit top she was wearing.
"I'm going into the water," announced Susie, and the luscious blonde proceeded to pick her way through the spread-out towels of sunbathers. She had a slight, graceful figure and, with her pretty face, she could have easily been a model. Like her brother, she bore a slightly arrogant expression on her face which made her look both regal and hopelessly snobbish. Heads tuned as the young girl walked somewhat self-consciously towards the deep blue Atlantic Ocean.
Andrea sat up and hugged her large knockers to her knees. She was showing quite a bit of cleavage in her bikini, but that wasn't difficult for her as her breasts were in the 44-DD region. Lisa-Marie glanced at her friend's huge tits. She shows off a lot of breast and yet she doesn't seem to be embarrassed about it. Why do I have to feel weird because my breasts have gotten bigger!, she wondered as she felt a bead of perspiration move itchily down her back.
"This summer I'm going to get as much action as possible," promised Andrea as soon as Susie was out of earshot. Her blue eyes held a lascivious twinkle in them and she laughed earthily. She was a big-boned girl with large, firm legs. Her dark brown hair hung to her waist, and her lips and cheeks were very pink. She sported strong eyebrows and she had thick, dark eyelashes. She laughed again.
"You really have it bad for Nigel, huh?"
Lisa-Marie stared at her friend's face apprehensively. She could trust her. "Is it that obvious?"
"Well, it is to me, but that's just because I'm horny all of the time so I guess I can spot someone else's horniness. He's kind of an asshole, but he's cute, too. The trouble with him and Susie, though, is that they think of family trees first and personalities second. But maybe he's a good lay." As she spoke, Andrea's eyes followed first one boy and then another as they walked along the beach.
"Well, I won't know this summer since he's brought Nancy home from the university. She's gorgeous." Lisa-Marie pulled at the neck of her tee-shirt and blew some air down the front to try to cool herself off.
"Nancy's another stuck-up bitch. Besides, you look like you've gotten stacked lately. You haven't been wearing a padded bra, have you? You shouldn't, you know, 'cause what do you say to a guy when he wants a little tit and then-surprise! that's what he gets, a little tit. Aren't you boiling? Why don't you take that tee-shirt off."
Lisa-Marie hesitated and then said, "Well ... tell me if I look too obscene, okay?" And she shed the sweaty tee-shirt and then sat there grimacing like she was totally naked out in public.
"Wow! You've got great jugs!" exclaimed Andrea enthusiastically. "How come you've been hiding them?"
Lisa-Marie shrugged and smiled. The feel of a warm summer breeze on her half-naked bosom was very pleasant. "I'm just trying to get used to being so heavy on top, I suppose."
Andrea nodded sagely. She knew what her friend meant. She got up. "Come on. Let's go swim. I can feel my skin sizzling." Her voice held a calculating note in it which Lisa-Marie didn't understand, but she followed Andrea without question.
The water felt wonderfully cool as it slapped up against the light-brown-haired girl's knees. She closed her eyes and dove into an approaching wave. She struggled to keep track of Andrea's head as her friend swam out towards a large moored raft. She saw Andrea hoist herself up onto the raft and settle down among the few people that were already on it. Lisa-Marie wasn't as strong a swimmer as her dark-haired friend so it took her several minutes longer to reach the raft. She shook her head to get the salt water out of her eyes as she climbed the small ladder up onto the raft.
"Thought you'd never get here," quipped Andrea.
"Ah, shaddup," answered Lisa-Marie good-naturedly. She positioned herself beside Andrea and pushed her wet, shoulder-length hair away from her face.
"So," Andrea said as she resumed a conversation she had apparently been having, "How many more years of school do you have left before you graduate and become an official adult?"
"Um ... one more of undergrad and then a year in Europe and then two years of grad school," said a strangely familiar voice.
Lisa-Marie looked over and, luckily, since she was still slightly winded from her swim, she didn't actually gasp when she saw that Nigel was sitting on the other side of Andrea, his arm loosely draped around Nancy's shoulders. But her heart did skip a beat or two and she quickly averted her eyes and looked back towards the beach. What a little conniver Andrea was! She must have spotted Nigel out here and then led her love-struck friend to him. But what had really sent Lisa-Marie's blood racing was the fact that Nigel's steel-blue eyes had been looking very hard right at her as he had answered Andrea's question. And, unless she'd been mistaken, there had been a gleam of interest in his eyes. Lisa-Marie hardly dared hope that there was!
Andrea continued to chatter, " ... and we really appreciate the ride out to Huntington, don't we, Lisa-Marie?"
"Oh, yes, yes. Thanks," said Lisa-Marie, glancing up at the young Adonis. She shifted about, pretending to occupy herself with getting comfortable. A big wave came along, rocking the raft, and causing the young girl to wildly reach out to steady herself. She could feel her breasts firmly bouncing during her brief struggle.
"How do you like it here in Huntington?" Andrea asked a very bored-looking Nancy.
"Oh ... it's very quaint. Doesn't look as if there's much to do for excitement, though. Darling," said the coed, turning her charm on to Nigel, "I'll have to bring you up to my parents' house in Rhode Island sometime. You'll just love it there! The very best of poeple summer there."
Lisa-Marie's curiosity got the better of her shyness and she peered over at her heartthrob's girlfriend. Nancy had on the most incredibly skimpy yellow bikini. The thin material showed the dark spots where the young woman's nipples were. She had small, baseball-sized breasts that were positioned far apart on her chest. There wasn't a spare ounce of fat on her very tanned olive skin. The light-brown-haired girl sat up taller and further discerned that the woman's pubic hair could also be seen through her bikini bottoms. Nigel had his head inclined in Nancy's direction to hear her words, so Lisa-Marie stole the opportunity to check out his swimming trunks. Even though he wasn't wearing a pair of tight shorts, she could see the delicious bulge where his very experienced cock was. Just last summer alone, Lisa Marie had counted at least fifteen different girl's she had seen him with. And if he had scored with even half of them....
"Oh, I've been all up and down the coast of Rhode Island and I didn't find anyplace that could hold a candle to Huntington," said Andrea cheer fully. "It's too anal-retentive up there."
A small bark of laughter escaped from Lisa-Marie and she quickly put her hand up to her mouth. Her eyes locked with Nigel's and he actually deigned to give her the beginnings of his award-winning smile. Then, with the slightest shift of his eyes, he looked directly at her full, round breasts as they strained to escape from the confines of his sister's borrowed bikini top.
"Obviously you didn't go to my parents' beach. It's private, you know," said Nancy in a stuffy tone.
"I find private beaches to be very dull," answered Andrea flatly. She leaned back on her elbow and continued the bitchy conversation with Nancy, who likewise leaned back behind Nigel, who continued to sit straight up.
Lisa-Marie felt very awkward as Nigel's eyes swept over her entire body before coming back to her face. A becoming blush pinkened her cheeks and she wondered half-hysterically if it was obvious that she was feeling somewhat aroused by the muscular boy. "Nice view, isn't it?" she said abruptly as she looked around the bay.
"'very nice," he drawled with a hint of flirtation in his voice. He smiled again, but this time there seemed to be something calculating in his eyes which somewhat frightened the girl in an exciting kind of way.
"You're Lisa-Marie, right?" he asked, again daring to look into the beckoning depths of her naked cleavage.
"Yes," she answered, curbing her impulse to cover her breasts with her hands.
"Nice to see you again," he drawled, and again there was a teasing, sexually-laced threat in his voice which said much more to her than his words did...." bloodlines and the Social Directory are just all Bourgeois crap to me," murmured Andrea to her hidden adversary.
Suddenly, with absolutely no warning, Nigel slid off the raft into the blue ocean. He immediately began swimming rapidly towards the beach.
"Well! Of all the...! Nigel! Nigel!" Nancy sputtered, springing to her feet. "What's he doing? Why did he leave without saying anything?"
"I dunno," said Andrea lazily as she lay down on her back to sun herself, her massive breasts spilling out heavily over her arms.
Lisa-Marie shrugged and then turned her head away to hide a tiny smile of victory. She had managed to catch a quick glimpse of the boy's crotch just before he had departed, and she had discerned that the bulge of his cock had swollen remarkably during the course of their short conversation.
CHAPTER TWO
Amid much flurry, Lisa-Marie's parents had finally departed for their summer of fun and frolic in France. Right before boarding the plane, her father had admonished her, "Now work hard at the Barnaby Resort Hotel and write often to your mother and me. Don't forget that my old school buddy, Mr. Jones, is the head of management there, and he's going to be giving me a full report on how well you do your work. So don't embarrass your old man."
Lisa-Marie sullenly reported for work the next day while everyone else she knew was hanging out at the beach. Mr. Jones himself came out to greet her. "It is a pleasure to have you on the summer staff, Lisa-Marie," he said very solemnly as he shook hands with her. He was very tall and dignified with a salt-and-pepper, neatly-trimmed beard. He looked as if he rarely smiled. "Your father and I go back a very long way together," he informed her as he led her down a corridor in the bustling employees' section of the swank hotel. Since it was a very hot day, the young girl had on a pair of tight white shorts with no panties on underneath since she didn't want any lines to show. Her shorts fit her very well and she became uncomfortably aware that every male member of the staff who passed them was turning around to check out her ass. She was glad that Mr. Jones was right behind her, for otherwise she was sure that she would have been subject to some rude remarks.
"Theresa, I would like you to meet Lisa-Marie King. She has signed on to be one of our summer chambermaids," said Mr. Jones to a very efficientlooking, mid-thirtyish Oriental woman. Turning to the young girl he continued, "Theresa will be your supervisor. If you have any problems or questions, she's the one to ask. Again, it is a rare pleasure to have you here on staff." Then he nodded very stiffly and self-consciously and exited, leaving Lisa-Marie to face Theresa.
"First thing we're going to have to do is to get you a uniform," said Theresa. Then she turned abruptly and walked rapidly down another hallway. Lisa-Marie assumed she was supposed to follow and so she half-trotted to keep up with Theresa's voluptuous bottom, which twitched wickedly from side to side. The Oriental woman turned into a doorway. When Lisa-Marie entered, she found herself in a room full of pink uniforms. "Let's see," Theresa said, and her dark, almond-shaped eyes rapidly scanned the new employee's figure. "You're like me, small frame but very busty. I hope you don't mind too much, but all that would really fit you otherwise is going to be rather snug across the bust. It isn't uncomfortable, but you will definitely get flirted with." And then she winked at Lisa-Marie.
The young girl had already noticed that Theresa cut a pretty sexy figure herself in her uniform, and she didn't doubt for a moment that the exotic-looking woman must get more than her fair share of mashers. The head chambermaid handed the brown-haired girl one of the crisp pink uniforms plus a frilly white apron and a small white cap. She pointed towards a closed door on the other side of the room and said, "You can change in there. There're also shoes in there, so just look around and find your size. I'll be back in the other room."
And then she sped off, leaving Lisa-Marie and the hateful new uniform.
"I can't believe that they expect me to wear this thing," she grumbled to herself as she went into the little room to change. She pulled off her tee-shirt and her braless breasts bounced into view. She sadly reflected that she sure wouldn't be getting much of a tan on them this summer. Then she unzipped her shorts and stepped neatly out of them. Since she had neglected to wear any panties she was now totally nude. The nearly ceiling-high shelf in the room filled with shoeboxes caught her eye and she wandered on over it and began to look for size seven. Her back was to the door so she didn't notice it being opened. She stretched way up on tiptoes and reached for a shoebox on the top shelf. Her lovely rear end tightened becomingly and her shapely legs never looked lovelier.
"Oh, please do excuse me!" exclaimed a very deep male voice from behind her.
Started, Lisa-Marie knocked the box off the shelf, spilling the white shoes out right on top of her head. In the confusion, she tripped and fell to the floor.
"Lisa-Marie, are you all right?" Mr. Jones kneeled down beside the young girl. Her sweet pink nipples were erect and the effect of seeing them and most of the secrets of her lightly -haired womanhood had an obvious effect on her father's old school chum. He placed his arm about her shoulders, and the tips of his fingers grazed the side of her round breast.
"Mr. Jones," she said stupidly as she tried to gather up her senses again. She rubbed at her head as she continued to sit there on the floor with her thighs spread apart at a very enticing angle. He placed his large hand on top of her thigh with the tips of his fingers touching the soft down on her mount of 'venus. And before she got her thoughts reorganized, all of her attention became momentarily riveted on the sexual thrill that went through her at his touch.
"What happened?" Lisa-Marie asked as she finally looked at Mr. Jones' face. He was staring hungrily down at her body in a way that made her stomach flutter. But he quickly forced himself to hide the doglike lust in his eyes and to don his paternal-type concern for the young girl.
"I'm afraid that I didn't know that you were changing in here and I walked in and startled you," he said soothingly. His fingers flexed involuntarily on her thigh, causing him to brush her exposed clitoris lightly. Again a hot tingle surfaced inside of Lisa-Marie and she felt herself becoming dangerously aroused.
"Oh, that's all right," she said absently as she looked down and fully realized the situation. One of his hands was now stroking the side of her pert, upward-pointing breasts while she could see that his other hand was ever-so-slightly feeling the pinkness of her pussy. Her libido became fully ignited, though her mind raced about like a frightened rabbit at what was happening to her. "Oh, Mr. Jones," she said in an attempt to correct what was starting to happen. However, her voice came out in a sort of breathless moan that he mistook for encouragement.
"Just sit still for a moment, my dear." His voice held a tremor in it and he boldly cupped the full heft of her breast as his other hand slid down into the increasingly moist folds of her pleasure park. That powerless feeling of desire took over Lisa-Marie and she shifted about, rubbing her cunt against the palm of the man's hand. Swift pulsations of ecstasy made her bite at her lip, and her cheeks grew pink. Her mind fell blank as her sensual side took over the controls. He took advantage of her helplessness by moving his hand back and forth along her hot cunt. Her breasts heaved as she began to breathe harder and deeper. She glanced up into his dignified face and found that his features were distorted by an animal-like lust. His burning gaze upon her nakedness fueled her passion. She liked the way his eyes were hungrily eating her up. She reached down and clutched his hand tightly to her tender cunt.
"There, there," murmured Mr. Jones. "How are you feeling now?"
"Oohh!" she groaned and leaned her pretty head against his shoulder. He continued to fondle her breasts as they swayed against his chest. Lisa-Marie thought, Andrea was right! It's incredible to have a man touch you. The ache grew between her legs and she yearned for relief from the teasing tension Mr. Jones' fingers were giving her.
Her hand moved on top of his thigh and she slowly sought out the bulge she discerned beneath his very well-to-do three-piece suit. She was half-afraid that he would become shocked that the daughter of his old college friend would make such an improper advance and would inform her father of her sinful character. However, by his sigh, she could tell that he welcomed her caresses. Again, she thought of Andrea's first sexual experience and she remembered her friend telling her to be sure and touch the man's cock as much as possible. She clumsily tried to undo his zipper with one hand, but he quickly came to her rescue and exposed his hard manhood to her. Neither of them spoke as she ran her hand up and down the pulsing shaft of his cock. She stared at it with open curiosity for she had never seen a grown man naked before, much less touched an excited penis.
Her little-girl fingers on his hardness made his entire body tremble, and he pushed her roughly back on some laundry bags. He then sat up on his knees over the wide-eyed Lisa-Marie and proceeded to push his trousers down off his hips. He looked rather awkward with his cock arching out from underneath his shirttails while he still had his jacket and vest on. But his face was as red as his penis and he obviously was too caught up in this spur-of-the-moment fling to care how undignified he appeared to be.
The light-brown-haired girl watched him impatiently from out of her half-closed green eyes. There was a jungle beat of passion moving through her, literally making her pelvis twitch slightly. I feel almost crazy, she thought happily as she undulated provocatively before her new boss. Her arousal was so intense that the sexual feelings coursing through her were almost painful. There was just something uncontrollably titillating about spreading her legs apart and showing off the very core of her newly born womanhood to a man. "Be sure and sit with your legs together!" her mother would always admonish her. Not anymore, Mom! she thought with an inward defiant snicker.
"You have a wonderful body, Lisa-Marie," whispered Mr. Jones hoarsely. He then quickly shrugged his jacket off and fell on top of the female feast spread lavishly before him. His hands cupped each of her cantaloupe-sized breasts, and his tongue snaked out from his bearded mouth to taste the sweetness of her pink nipples.
Now what! she thought, beginning to feel somewhat overwhelmed by the apparent ardor she was causing this man. She grasped his shoulders as his sucking mouth delighted her breasts. She closed her eyes and smiled, her sensuous mouth curving up slightly at the corners. So far she really was enjoying having this tall man on top of her and she pressed his face into her firm breasts. "Your beard feels nice," she remarked in an effort to break the silence and be polite.
But Mr. Jones apparently did not feel the need to carry on small-talk. Possibly he was being egged on by the fear that his sense of moral appropriateness would catch up with his libido and make him let go of his delicious prey.
Lisa-Marie moved her hands down his hairy thighs and then reached around and stroked his equally hairy buttocks. I didn't know that men were so furry, she thought, then made a mental note to ask Andrea about this observation. She felt something alluringly hot bump up against her swollen clitoris several times, causing her heart to beat faster. What can that be? Is it his ... thing? she wondered, and she felt down between her thighs for the strange object. Her hand closed upon his stiff pole, which seemed to have grown even larger than the last time she had touched it. As she clutched his cock, she could feel the power surging through it and, for a split-second, she almost chickened out of letting the man deflower her.
"Oohh!" moaned Mr. Jones in a very deep bass tone that seemed to emanate straight out from his chest and resonate directly into hers. It was the sound of his passion which gave the young girl the courage to forge onward. I have to get this virgin thing over with sometime, she thought. And she knew that once the brief pain was over with, all of the hitherto-unknown pleasures of sex awaited her.
Mr. Jones began to kiss her neck and face while he took his cock out of the young girl's hand. She kept still while she felt him trying to find the opening of her cunt. The feel of the tip of his penis moving over the well-lubricated folds of her pussy made her begin to breathe in quick huff-huffs. She was aware that she sounded like a miniature locomotive, but she was unable to stop.
"You want my cock, don't you?" crooned the man.
What he said was so out of character that Lisa-Marie was at a loss as to how to respond. Yet he couldn't have been more correct, and she braced herself for the plunge into adulthood. His fingers probed and found the tight, tiny opening to her vagina. Then she felt the hard, relentless pushing on her fragile hymen by his hard cock. She dug her fingers into his broad shoulders and stared up into his greying hair. Panic almost overtook her, but she kept going because she wanted to be able to tell Andrea about her accomplishment.
His cock was creating a dull pain between her legs which mingled with her sexual arousal. She moaned softly as she debated on whether or not to ask him to stop. She saw beads of perspiration appear on the man's forehead as he struggled to penetrate her.
"Try and relax, my dear," he said after a while.
Lisa-Marie found nothing to argue about in his suggestion and she thought about the calming breathing exercises she had been taught in her yoga class. I knew yoga would come in handy someday, she thought as she closed her eyes and slowly filled her lungs. "Gaah!" she exclaimed when a sharp pain informed her that she was no longer burdened with virginity.
"Are you all right?" Mr. Jones asked, his voice floating into her ears from a seemingly great distance.
"As you were, Mr. Jones," mumbled Lisa-Marie as she continued her yoga-breathing.
The man needed no more prodding to continue pushing his thick ramrod into the awe-inspiring elastic tightness of the young girl's pussy. As he slowly sheathed himself inside her, she felt the pain subside and be replaced with the growing need to be fucked by Mr. Jones. Warm desire emanated out from between their joined groins, instilling a wealth of urgency in both of them.
"Oh, I think I'm going to like this," muttered Lisa-Marie from between her clenched white teeth. She spread her legs apart as far as possible in order to allow his cock to penetrate her to the utmost. She felt slightly ludicrous having her feet dangling up in the air, but Andrea had said nothing about sex being dignified.
The tall man began to pump the young girl's cunt with well-controlled, rhythmic hip-thrusts. His balls slapped up against her source of gratification, making her clitoris race towards climax. She found her pelvis returning his thrusts in well-coordinated parries. There was something very deeply satisfying in, having a cock stretch out the walls of her cunt. His penis was sending pulsations of rapture through the very heart and soul of her being. As he fucked her, her full breasts quivered to the movement of their bodies.
Lisa-Marie gasped just as the orgasm swept her up and up to dizzying heights of heavenly release. For a never-to-be-forgotten moment, her first penis-induced climax sent her into hot shock. She clung to the man as he thrust a few more times into the clenched fist of her cunt before sighing mightily as his sperm boiled out of him deep within her. Then Mr. Jones slid off her sweaty body and lay panting on the laundry bags beside her as he waited to recover from the exertion.
Lisa-Marie sat up and grinned after she stopped tingling. "Wow!" she exclaimed, smiling toothily. "So that's what all the fuss is about!"
Mr. Jones looked wearily up into her excited face. "What do you mean?" He sounded slightly resentful as if he begrudged her quick youthful recovery.
"Everywhere you look, you see and hear about how great sex is. I was kind of scared that sex would turn out to be anticlimactic, if you'll excuse the pun. You know what I mean. But fucking was even better than I thought it would be. Once it stopped hurting and all...." Lisa-Marie was babbling more to herself than she was to the now-horrified-looking man. He leaped to his feet and almost slipped and fell as he struggled to pull his trousers back up.
"Great Scott!" he exclaimed in an alarmed stage whisper. "Do you mean to tell me that I ... that you ... that I took the virginity of Benjamin King's daughter?" He stood staring straight before him as he tried to absorb the full meaning of his words. "Great Scott!" he repeated. "I used to play football with Ben King in college."
Lisa-Marie understood Mr. Jones' anxiety and confusion, and she sought to allay his fears. "Well," she said in a hushed, consoling tone, "you can just think of it as having played a different kind of ballgame with your college buddy's daughter."
Mr. Jones didn't look comforted, however. He averted his eyes from the winsome view of Lisa-Marie's nudity and stiffly said, "Please dress quickly and report to Theresa. There's to be no slacking off on the job. It's tourist season, you know!" And he exited quickly from the room while trying rather unsuccessfully to tuck his shirt in properly.
CHAPTER THREE
The Barnaby Resort Hotel was a large, dignified Victorian building which quietly watched over Huntington Beach. Several weeks had passed since Lisa-Marie's first day of work there and she was slowly adapting herself to donning her pink uniform and reporting to Theresa.
"Another day another dollar, eh, miss?" quipped a man on the bus as Lisa-Marie was exiting past him.
"Yeah," she replied with a slight smile and then stepped lightly down to the sidewalk. As she approached the stately white hotel, she reflected on how much attention she was receiving from men whenever she appeared on the street in her uniform.
"They're either winking at me, asking me directions to places they could care less about, or asking me when I get off work," she'd complained to Andrea one evening. Andrea had laughed and told her that her tits looked great in the pink outfit and that, for some reason, men tend to get off on women in uniforms. She'd called it 'the girl behind the counter in the doughnut shop syndrome.' Men fall for the working girl, she'd hypothesized, because they seem more accessible somehow.
"Oh, who the hell knows? Just enjoy it!" Andrea had finally exclaimed.
As Lisa-Marie walked, she could feel the rise and fall of her shapely breasts beneath the tight bodice of the pink uniform. She had tried wearing a brassiere for a few days but had since gone without the support because the straps dug into her shoulders. To Lisa-Marie's amazement, Theresa hadn't yet admonished her for the obvious bouncing of her boobs as she went about her duties. And she knew that the attractive middle-aged Oriental woman had noticed, as one day her supervisor quipped, "Ah yes, you're sure to get a raise with those boobies!" This remark had been followed by a lot of crude cackling on Theresa's part. Lisa-Marie had never known a vulgar adult before, and it caused her endless delight at finally having met one.
Even though the young girl was in a hurry to report in on time, she noticed and memorized the face of a very handsome young man who was sipping at a cup of coffee and reading a newspaper at one of the little outdoor cafes near the hotel. Her heart flip-flopped as she glanced at his strong profile and broad shoulders. Maybe that one? she thought as she dashed up the wide veranda steps and on into the employees' entrance of the Barnaby. Ever since her wonderful first fuck, she'd been shyly, yet avidly, looking for the man to do the encore. So far, she'd been so busy working that she just wasn't meeting anyone to help her pass the evenings in a romantic fashion. Luckily, however, she now knew what to do to ease the practically insatiable craving in her cunt, which tormented her frequently, even while she was trying to work.
"Here I am, Theresa," she said breathlessly as she darted into the employees' lounge.
"Ms. King. Let's see now ... what can you do today?" Theresa consulted her chart as she sat smoking a cigarette on the couch. She crossed her legs, startling Lisa-Marie by giving her a split second view of her dark-haired pussy.
Jeez, thought the young girl, No wonder she's not bugging me for not wearing a bra! I mean, at least I wear panties! Well, with dresses I do, at any rate.
Theresa gave Lisa-Marie a list of rooms in need of cleaning. Surprisingly enough, the light-brown-haired girl didn't mind changing sheets or cleaning toilets, which was strange since she'd never been called upon to do such tasks before. However, she'd fallen into the happy habit of masturbating whenever she got the chance to be alone in one of the guest rooms.
The first time Lisa-Marie had taken advantage of that privacy had occurred sometime during her first week. For some reason, the warm weather was not letting her libido keep quiet that day, and the feelings of desire plagued her constantly. She'd caught herself staring into the crotches of every man she'd passed in the hotel corridors. She'd felt so frantic about the powerful surges of sexual tension her young hormones were causing her to experience that she just couldn't resist touching her moaning muff. However, this self-gratification occurred in a crowded elevator. No one will notice, she'd thought as she slid one finger inside of the buttoned-together opening down the front of her uniform. She eased her digit inside her bikini panties and touched her tender pink nub of pleasure in an effort to rescue it from its state of sexual distress. Instead, all she managed to do was to heighten the sense of urgency between her legs, causing an involuntary groan to escape from her sweet lips.
"Are you all right, dear?" an old woman had inquired anxiously. Since all of the eyes in the elevator had turned towards the hapless chambermaid, Lisa-Marie had had to quickly remove her finger from her pulsating cunt. It made good sense that, once she'd gone into a guest room and shut the door behind her, she'd pulled her panties down and masturbated with great gusto on the unmade bed.
For some reason, even though the tingling sensation was with her, Lisa-Marie put off getting off as she went from room to room armed with fresh linen. As she passed men in the corridors, she lowered her eyes modestly, her long eyelashes nicely juxtaposed against the healthy flush of her cheeks. She knew that the men were looking her curves up and down freely, but she just wasn't in a flirtatious mood. All they do is look anyway, she thought grimly.
The morning passed uneventfully into early afternoon. Lisa-Marie was leaving one of the rooms she had just finished readying for the next guest when she saw him again-the handsome man she'd seen sitting at one of the outdoor cafes that morning. He was walking down the thickly carpeted hallway with his arm linked cozily with that of a buxom middle-aged woman. And even though his head was inclined attentively as the woman was speaking, his very blue eyes met and locked for one dizzying second with Lisa-Marie's.
"My friend Vivian recommended the Barnaby to me," said the older woman as she swept past the wide-eyed Lisa-Marie. "I find this place to be very amusing. Quaint. What do you think, James?"
The broad-shouldered man replied something inaudible to the woman as he followed her into room number 5C. The door closed solidly behind them and the click of the lock reverberated in Lisa-Marie's ears.
"My God," she whispered as she placed her hand over her heart. She felt a wave of horniness attack her very core of womanliness and she saw that her nipples were erect. And all he did was walk past me, she thought. What if...?
The soundless pictures moving rapidly through her mind of her naked body entwined with a real male hunk such as James caused her to hurry towards the very last room she was assigned to fix up that day. She entered into the luxury suite and locked the door behind her. This room hadn't been used, so all it really needed was some light dusting before the expected guests arrived later on that evening.
Lisa-Marie floated across the spacious room on over to the large double bed. An almost ceiling-high antique wardrobe with mirrowed doors was placed strategically against the wall opposite the bed. As soon as the young girl saw her reflection as she sprawled on the bed, she began to do an impromptu striptease for her own erotic benefit. She sat up on her knees, closed her green eyes halfway, and made her delectable lips purse in a mocking kiss. She was already so aroused that she knew she'd come shortly after starting to play with her furry cleft. Therefore, she wanted to prolong her ecstasy as much as possible.
I look like a French maid, she thought as she scrutinized her image in the looking glass. She had her hair piled in a bun on top of her head, the white lace cap pinned on top of it to heighten the continental effect. She moved her curvy hips slowly back and forth as she cupped her round breasts in her hands and squeezed them. Her hard nipples grazed the palms of her hands, and her touch upon them increased the fun of her sexual play-acting. She ran her hands down her slender waist, on over her hips, and then she made a circular motion over her mount of 'venus. "Oooh!" she sighed. She was too turned on, as she raised her pink uniform up and pulled her panties down, to bother feeling sorry for herself that she had no one there to help her enjoy her body.
She swiveled back and forth, enjoying the effect of seeing the dab of light-brown hair between her thighs in the mirror's reflection. As per the regulations of the Barnaby Hotel, she had stockings on which were held up by a flimsy white-lace garter belt resplendent with pink ribbons. The tan tops of her thighs contrasted sexily with this piece of froufrou lingerie. She consulted the clock on the mantle. Good-I've got a half-hour or so until I've got to report to Theresa.
She undid the buttons of her tight uniform in a twinkling and sent the starched pink garment sailing across the room. Then it was just her young, supple body, the mirror, and her right hand. Her breasts arched up at a full, pert angle with each smooth, perfect mound tipped with a delicate nipple. She did a brief shimmy-shake and watched the sensuous jellylike movement of her round orbs. Then she sat down and spread her firm thighs apart and peered with great curiosity into the hidden folds of her cunt. Her pubic hair was sparse, creating a young nubile effect. She liked the way her honeypot looked with the white-lace garterbelt outlining it. She could smell the subtle essence of her own arousal and she wished she could stay forever with this dreamlike feeling of hot desire. She gazed into the mirror again and murmured, "I wonder if Nigel would dump Nancy and take me instead if he were in here with me now?" She reflected on how her breasts were larger than Nancy's, at least. The image of Nigel's surfer-boy handsomeness became intermingled with the stunning man, James, she'd just seen out in the hallway.
Feeling too overwhelmed to hold off any longer, she lay down on the large bed and began to rub at her pink nub of pleasure. She was so caught up with her preorgasmic rapture that she didn't hear the sound of a key being turned in the lock of the door. For several moments, her erotic actions were observed. Her beautiful face was transposed by her self-pleasure into that of an angel's. Her sweet mouth was partially open, with just the tip of her tongue showing. She looked as though she needed to be kissed very much. Her breasts were rounded out, as she lay on her back and, even so, they rose substantially off her chest. And with her shapely thighs spread far apart and her luscious cunt on open display, she was a total siren of desire.
"Oh ... hey! What the...?" yelped Lisa-Marie when she was startled by someone kissing her arched neck. She only caught a glimpse of the face of the man bent over her before his warm lips found hers. He was attractive, with dark, wavy hair and high cheekbones, and he kissed her with expertise. She struggled weakly to escape from his arms, but he held on to her steadfastly. A surge of adrenalin pumped into her veins for she had no idea of whom this man was or what he was going to do to her. But the feel of the cloth of his suit was that of someone who was very well-to-do, and he smelled faintly of lemon-lime aftershave lotion. Somehow, the combination of the two helped to allay her worst fears about this sudden attack.
She found herself kissing him back with mounting fervor, and the feel of her nipples being pressed against by his wide chest sent her swirling back to a state of insatiable lust. He pulled his mouth off hers and kissed his way down to one of her pink nipples,-which he began to suck on and tease relentlessly with his tongue. He glanced up once at her face and his hazel eyes held much amusement in them. For a moment, she wondered wildly if she were hallucinating about this man. After all, he had appeared out of the blue by her side and was doing everything to her that she had been imagining. But the intensity of his touch on her cunt was too real to have been her imagination. As he cupped his hand over her mount of 'venus, she moaned and a vast shiver ran through her body.
"This is some hotel! I've never gotten a better present in a hotel room before. Champagne, flowers-all pale by comparison with this treat."
He stood beside the bed and the prone, naked girl and doffed his jacket and tie.
"Oh-no, no, it isn't what you think," protested Lisa-Marie weakly. Oh-no! she thought, If word of this gets out, I'm going to lose my job and my parents will slaughter me, or something! But she was too powerless to end their lovemaking now. He had intense eyes underneath his dark eyebrows, and his lips, though thin, curled with a full sense of sensuality. Smile lines slashed down his lean cheeks like scars, making him look like a worldly pirate of fortune. He stripped down totally in a matter of seconds, revealing a strong, well-proportioned body. Then he was back atop Lisa-Marie's warm, yielding body, his hands and his mouth everywhere at once, triggering hitherto-unknown bursts of hedonistic thrills in her as he discovered her erogenous zones.
She managed to say, "You arrived early...."
"Yes! As fate would have it," he replied huskily. He seemed to like the feel of the curves and planes of the young girl's body as, over and over again, he ran his hands over her breasts, down the dip of her waist, around her stomach, along her firm thighs, and back up over her round hips. To Lisa-Marie, it was a tingling massage and she made occasional purring sounds deep in her throat. She stroked the hard muscle in his arms and nuzzled her face in the soft, dark hair on his chest. She moved her thigh against his and she could feel his desire burning against her body. She slid her arms around the small of his back and pressed his hard cock against her flesh.
This man is the next one, she thought as she reached under him and found his penis. It throbbed in her hand and she could feel a tiny droplet of fluid perched on the very tip of it. She rubbed the warm, velvety cap of his cock and then stroked his balls.
He heaved a sigh and she could feel him trembling with the urgent need to enter her. "Ready?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied. She was almost frightened because this man was-somehow-more sexually overwhelming than Mr. Jones was. For one thing, he was much younger and his body was stronger and more powerful than the head manager's. Also, he possessed a larger cock, which seemed to be full of barely suppressed energy. And when she had been with Mr. Jones, she had always felt that if things got out of hand, she could easily have gotten him to stop. But with this man, she felt like she wasn't at all in control of the situation, that this man was going to fuck her if he damn well pleased.
He spread her thighs apart and placed the tip of his cock against the opening of her vagina. He moved his penis back and forth over the juices of her arousal, gratifying her clitoris and lubricating himself for the plunge at the same time. He clamped hard onto her hips for she couldn't help but start gyrating them slightly. Then, unlike her one other sexual experience, she felt absolutely no pain. Instead, as he entered her, his large cock sent her immediately into a fuller state of pleasure than she'd suspected was possible, like a sixth sense, as it were. It was so deeply rich and intense that she couldn't utter a sound for several minutes.
She clung to his well-muscled arms as he eased his cock in and out of her tight, elastic pussy. He watched the increasing ecstasy on her face as he pumped the lovely girl. Her breasts heaved against his chest as he masterfully brought her closer and closer to climax.
This is it! This is it! she thought. Nothing could ever feel better, she sincerely doubted, than having a good man on top of her. She felt herself becoming more and more hooked on sex with each stroke of this stranger's wonderful cock.
In a move which surprised her, the dark-haired man positioned her legs so that she was bent nearly double, with them placed over his broad shoulders. It was at this point, with her cunt now receiving maximum contact with his groin, that he began to fuck her hard and fast.
She closed her eyes as the man transported her through a series of small preorgasmic quakes on towards the main event. She loved the feel of getting an ernest, resounding fuck, and she slipped her arms about his waist to gain an even stronger effect from the lustful joining of their bodies. With each shiver of her near-climaxes, her cunt tightened in response, creating violent surges of sexual enchantment for the man.
He cupped one of her round breasts and squeezed it, sending additional thrills through her to overload her circuits. This was too much for Lisa-Marie, and a deep groan of total rapture issued forth from her parted lips as she came. Her body felt light-suspended in air-as her desires were finally realized and released in a burst of complete satisfaction.
This was good, for the man couldn't hold out any longer, and he grunted as he shot off a copious amount of hot, foamy sperm deep inside the young girl. She could feel his semen boiling in her cunt and then he collapsed on top of her, first taking her legs off his shoulders. They lay together in a sweaty heap of bliss and listened to each other's pulse quiet down slowly.
Finally the man rolled off her and said, "By the way, who are you and what are you doing in my room?"
Reality came flooding back into Lisa-Marie's mind, and she cast a wild glance at the clock. "Oh, I'm late! I'm a half hour late!" And she ran naked across the room and quickly pulled her pink uniform back on. She patted her hair into place as best as she could and then darted for the door.
"Oh, so you're the maid, are you?" asked the man. He looked startled by her panic-stricken departure, but he smiled all the same. "By the way," he remarked, "aren't you forgetting something?" And he dangled her panties in the air on one of his forefingers.
"Oh shit!" she exclaimed, then sprinted back across the room for her underwear.
As she snatched at her forgotten garment, he captured her by the wrist. "Who are you? What's your name?" he repeated. By the look on his face she knew that he wouldn't let her go until she answered his question.
"Lisa-Marie. I've got to go now! I'm late!" She twisted about until he released her.
As she ran back towards the door, he called after her, "And I'm Jacob Hunter. It's been a pleasure meeting you. And we will meet again soon, Lisa-Marie."
The certain authority of his parting remark echoed in the young girl's head as she hastened to report to her supervisor.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was a glorious, sunny Wednesday, one of Lisa-Marie's days off. She was thoroughly enjoying having her parents' large home to herself, even if she was too busy to be able to take advantage of the situation yet. Every night around ten o'clock, also, her Uncle J.T. would call to check up on her. What the hell.
Just as she was rousing herself out of bed, the phone rang. It was Andrea. "Let's go into town and have a big, lazy breakfast at the Vienna Cafe! I haven't seen you for days and there's so much to talk about!"
Lisa-Marie quickly showered and put on a pair of tiny shorts and a sleeveless cotton shirt. Underneath she had on her bikini as she assumed that she and her friend would take a dip later on in the ocean. Andrea came by in her father's car and picked her up.
"Man-I'd almost forgotten what you looked like! How's work going?" Andrea looked very pretty with her mahogany hair pulled back in one long braid. She was wearing a slightly low-cut shirt which showed the swellings of the tops of her breasts. Andrea was the epitome of voluptuousness.
As they drove into Huntington, Lisa-Marie excitedly told her about her freak encounter with Jacob Hunter, the guest who'd arrived early. "It was wonderful. My parents wouldn't feel quite so secure, either, if they knew that so far the hotel job they got for me has caused me to get laid by two men!" Since the two girls talked on the phone almost every night, Andrea had already heard about Mr. Jones. "And I really like my supervisor, Theresa, and I'm getting to be friends with a few other people on the staff there. I don't really know, but I'm starting to feel glad that I have this job."
Andrea parked the car and they made their way over to one of the outdoor tables at the Vienna Cafe. "I am fucking starving," growled Andrea as she greedily surveyed the menu. She looked up when she heard Lisa-Marie's faint gasp of surprise.
"Oh my God!" exclaimed the light-brown-haired girl in a stage whisper, "There he is again."
"Who?" asked Andrea, swiveling her head.
"No! Don't be so obvious-he'll know we're talking about him. Now discreetly turn your head around and take a casual look at this guy. He's a few tables behind you ... to your left. He's the one in the...."
"... White shirt," said Andrea, correctly finishing up her friend's sentence. She turned back to face Lisa-Marie. There was a look of reverence on the busty girl's face. "What a goddamn doll! Who is he?"
Lisa Marie pouted and in mock outrage she said, "Wait a minute-I saw him first. I stake my claim."
Andrea laughed, "Be fair-he's adorable. Can't we both have a crack at him, if you'll pardon the expression."
Lisa-Marie looked heavenwards in response to the bad pun. "Well ... okay. But you've got to promise that if you ever get into his pants that you'll tell me all about it in detail."
The promise was solemnly made and then the waiter came and took their orders.
Andrea moved over to a different seat, "So I can sneak looks at him, too." She tugged at her shirt, causing even more of her plush cleavage to be bared.
Unfortunately, breakfast turned out to be fairly uneventful as the debonair man continued to read his newspaper and sip delicately at his coffee. Lisa-Marie was burning with curiosity about him. To her knowledge, he had never been to Huntington before. But however was she to meet him? So far she had gotten laid as a sort of byproduct of just happening to get walked in on when she'd been nude.
"Andrea," she whispered as she brushed some crumbs from a bagel off her face, "How does one meet men?"
"Well, for one thing, it would help if this guy would simply look up. I've been trying for some meaningful eye contact with him for the past halfhour without any luck." She looked discouraged. "I remember my uncle once talked about his experience during World War Two. The day France was liberated, he said he was in a parade. You know, all of the allied soldiers. Anyway, some French woman came up to him and, since she didn't speak English and he didn't speak any French, she got her point across to him by grabbing him by the cock and pulling him into her house."
Lisa-Marie rested her fist on her chin. "Golly," she said, "What a terrific idea. Maybe I could just go over to James and pull him along by the cock."
"James?" asked Andrea, puzzled.
Lisa-Marie explained the bit of conversation she had overheard in the hallway of the hotel between the man and the older woman. "Maybe she's his aunt, though it sort of seemed as if they didn't know each other all that well."
Andrea nodded her head slowly as she pondered this new piece of information. It was at this point that the handsome James set his newspaper down and polished off the rest of his coffee. He stood up and rumaged in his pocket for a tip. As he did so, he looked around and, for a brief moment, scanned the smiling Andrea. Then he looked at Lisa-Marie and, for a scant second, it seemed as if he were going to smile. But then he turned and quickly walked away.
"Wow," said Andrea. "He looked like he not only recognized you but that he's sort of sweet on you! Lucky dog. Poor Nigel. Is he going to lose you to some tourist?"
"Nigel's got his ever-lovin' Nancy," replied Lisa-Marie, her eyes glowing. "Tell you what, Andrea. Before this summer is through and I'm off to college, my goal is to meet and bed James. And to fuck Nigel despite Nancy. But you have to chase after someone, too."
"Done," said Andrea, and they shook hands on it.
Later on that day, the two girls were quietly sunbathing when Susie suddenly appeared and plopped herself down beside them. "Hi. Nigel gave me a ride here," she announced, and then began to rub suntan lotion onto her lithe body. Susie had lucked out last week and had met some university man who was vacationing at the resort with his parents. She was irritatingly snooty about it, mentioning repeatedly about how rich and 'well-bred' her Alfred was. When Lisa-Marie had met him, she couldn't help but think that he walked like he had a carrot up his asshole. A penguin. But he was attractive enough in his tweedy, ivy-league way.
"Have you fucked Alfred yet?" inquired Andrea point-blank.
Susie was disgusted. "I've told you that I plan to be a virgin when I get married. And even then I'm going to only have sex when I want to conceive a child."
Lisa-Marie closed her eyes. As always, the heat from the sun was making her feel horny and she preferred her lecherous daydreams to Susie's vapid reasonings. Lately Andrea had taken to calling the blonde girl 'sushi' behind her back. Susie was acting like a dried-up old matron trapped in a shapely young body. It was surely a waste of good flesh.
As Susie prattled on about having had dinner with Alfred and his parents the night before, Andrea stood up and began to adjust the bottoms of her bikini so that they were smaller, just barely covering up her cunt.
Both Lisa-Marie and Susie stared at their dark-haired friend in amazement. "Good griefwhatever are you doing?" asked Susie. Her little pug nose practically twitched with moral outrage at how much skin Andrea was showing.
"I'm going fishing," replied Andrea tersely, and the big-boned girl set off purposefully across the sand.
"Oh my heavens," squeaked Susie, darting a shocked glance at Lisa-Marie, "It looks like she's trying to pick up that man!"
From afar, the two girls watched Andrea as she spoke with a moustached man who was sitting on a deck chair up on the boardwalk. Within a few moments, Andrea and the man began to walk off towards the more private part of the beach, the part of the beach which was dotted with large boulders that created cozy little necking places.
"Sonofabitch," said Lisa-Marie, "She's really going to do it!"
"She's been talking like a slut lately," said Susie, "so I'm not surprised. You and I have to stick together more. She's getting too far out."
Lisa-Marie nodded her head absently. She knew that she had her work cut out for her if she was going to be keeping pace with a go-getter like Andrea.
Over the phone that night, Lisa-Marie ooed and aahed as Andrea faithfully recreated her afternoon fling:
"While Susie was talking about that chaste nerd, Alfred, I just felt really pissed off about her pristine attitude. I'd already been watching this fellow sitting across the way on the deck chair. He was cute, and I like men with moustaches. I had been wondering what it'd be like to kiss someone with one. You know, to see if it tickled or what. So while Susie sat there boring me, I suddenly thought, 'Why not?' I mean, you and I did vow to go after men this summer and I thought that it'd be a blast to make my first attempt at being a seductress right underneath her nose. So I first rolled the bottoms of my bikini down as much as I dared to and set off. I was scared, but it's been awhile since I got laid by that fellow up in the hills and so I felt very ready to have some more fun.
"He looked up and saw me walking over and he looked away really fast. I could tell that I'd made an impression on him by the way he awkwardly shifted around in his chair. He later on told me that he just couldn't believe it when I had said 'hi' to him as he was wondering what he could do to meet me. He said that he'd always wanted to make it with a woman with big tits.
"Anyway, he said that his name was Henry and that he's here for a few days of vacation before he has to go back to work at some engineering company. Don't get mad at me, Lisa-Marie, but he had a wedding ring on. He told me that even though he and his wife get along great, he had just felt the need to take a separate vacation this year. They've been married for eight years. She's watching the kids now and when he gets back home, she's going to take off for a while. I felt kind of weird about it, but all I wanted was sex and that's all he wanted, so I couldn't see any reason to back out at that point.
"We discussed all of this while we walked along. He said I was a dream come true when I asked him to take a walk with me to a more private part of the beach. I told him that I'd been scared shitless to have asked him as I didn't know whether or not he was going to tell me to buzz off and find someone closer to my own age. I don't know. I just find men who are about fifteen years older than me to be real turn-ons. He had really nice crinkly lines around his eyes whenever he smiled. He kept looking at my tits and I knew that they were what he was going to grab first as soon as he got a chance.
"Oh, by the way, I saw Nigel and Nancy walking along in front of us and they had their hands on each other's butt. I don't like her. I don't like him either, but I still can't wait for you to screw him and get that snob out of your system. What an asshole!
"Henry spotted a good boulder for us to go behind and we went over to it. God, you should have seen it, Lisa-Marie! Some redheaded woman was going down on some guy who had a pot belly. Henry and I quietly backed up and got out of there, but seeing that woman sucking on that guy's cock really got me in the mood for some serious fooling around. We finally found a private nook a little ways up from the beach. We were both kind of nervous because, hell, we didn't know each other at all! But I knew he wanted my tits so I purposely held my chest out so he wouldn't forget they were there.
"He started it up by telling me that I was fulfilling one of his fantasies of meeting up with a beautiful girl and immediately getting seduced without any manipulation on his part. He said that he often thought about this fantasy when the kids and the bills started getting to him. Then I realized that he was sort of trying to tell me that he wanted me to be the dominant one. Or at least it seemed that way. I didn't know if I could do it because it just seems as if it's supposed to be the man who initiates sex.
And I don't have much experience to back me up. But I kept thinking about that pact I made with you and so I took a deep breath and kissed him.
"Let me report that moustaches don't tickle. They feel nice and soft. I kept expecting him to grab me while we kissed but he didn't, so I threw my arms around him. His tongue was sending all sorts of good messages on down to my cunt and I wondered if I could maybe ask him-don't get grossed-out-to go down on me. I read about that in one of those 'how-to' books I saw at a bookstore and I've been wanting to try it. And it seemed that if he wanted me to order him around and stuff that it was possible that I could get him to do that to me.
"I put my hand down his swim trunks and found that his cock was getting hard. I commanded him 'take off your clothes!' and he did as he was told. Then I ordered him to undo the clasp on my bikini top, which he did, and boy, did he stare at my tits as they came spilling out. But he didn't grab them! At first I was pissed and then I wondered if he was waiting for me to tell him to touch me. I said teasingly, 'Do you like them?" And he nodded his head vehemently. His subservient manner was starting to get me really hot. I told him that he could caress them if he liked, and he then practically attacked them! He kept holding them up and then letting them fall back into the palms of his hands, like he was playing catch. And he sucked on my nipples for a while. He was making me feel really wet.
"By the way, his cock arched up off to the side a bit. It was long and sleek and, like I said, it sort of bent over to one side. His balls were small and felt very full. As he fondled my tits, he begged me to squeeze his cock as hard as I could, which I did. I think he wanted me to hurt him, but I didn't feel like I could handle that sort of scene. I'm pretty certain by the way he was whimpering that I was satisfying some fantasy he had, at any rate.
"I pushed him off my breasts and got up. I directed him to pull my bikini bottoms down. He got on his knees in front of me and yanked them down. I've got a lot of hair on my pussy and I could see by the pleading look on his face that he wanted to go exploring. But I wanted to take my time. I let him get a good look at my cunt up-close before I turned and walked away a few feet. I sat down and spread my legs apart so he could see what he wanted so badly. I have a really deep pink pussy and I spread it apart so he could see it even better. I mean, this is the way he wanted to be treated! I felt like he was getting me to do his will, in actuality. But I've got to admit that maybe I've got a little of what it takes to be a female dominatrix in me!
"By now his penis was totally erect. But it was just so weird to have him look so longingly at me, like a dog, but not just go for the goods without my telling him to. I felt really powerful. You should try it sometime. Anyway, I started to rub at my cunt and I stuck a finger up myself just to tease him. He started to jack-off but I ordered him to stop, so he was in agony! I mean, he was actually whimpering.
"At that point, I couldn't stand it any longer myself. I told him to crawl over on all fours to me and eat my box. I was scared that he'd say, 'no way!' but he seemed really happy that that was what I wanted. He came over on his hands and knees and he just automatically started to lick and suck at my cunt. At first it felt funny, like it tickled. But then I made myself relax and I felt myself responding to his mouth. I could tell that he'd done that to a woman before. He even darted his tongue up my twat a few times! He grabbed onto my ass and held me tight as his tongue drove me wild. I kept stroking his head and soon it was me who was doing the whimpering. He was really doing a good job and that made me want to do something good for him. I made him get off me for a second so I could lie down. Then I had him get on top of me so that we could do 'sixty-nine.' Don't you know what that is, Lisa-Marie? It's when you're positioned so that the guy can munch on your pussy while you suck him off. I found it really hard to do as it was difficult concentrating on his cock while he was sending thrills through my cunt. But I got better at it after awhile. So we did that for several minutes and then the novelty wore off and I wanted something ... a little bit more substantial.
"I had him stop and move off me and lie down on his back. I figured that this time I should be the one who's on top. First I crawled over him and rubbed my tits over his face and chest. Then we kissed and I could taste my cunt-sauce on his moustache. I felt very lightheaded as I was so turned on. I stopped the kiss and told him, 'I'm going to fuck you now.' I raised myself up a little bit and got his cock into my vagina and then impaled myself on him. Like I said, his cock was long and I could feel it fill me up like totally. I arched my back, which seemed to make it easier for me to get all of him inside me. I told him to play with my boobs, and so, while he did that, I pumped up and down on him. He kept looking down to see his cock disappearing and reappearing from out of my hairy cunt. I really got caught up in the whole fuck and I practically was masturbating against him every time his whole cock was inside me and my clitoris was right up against his groin. I'd just grind my pelvis hard against him.
"He was a good boy and steadily kept squeezing and sucking at my tits while we fucked. Otherwise, he kept perfectly still as I moved up and down on top of him. I kept contracting and relaxing my cunt muscles in order to get to him as much as possible. He loved it! You should have seen his face! He was in seventh heaven.
"When I knew that I was close to coming, I bent over him and rested on my elbows with my breasts smashed up against his chest like a couple of pillows. I started pumping on his cock with short, quick moves. I bet that my ass looked great from behind! I really liked being in control of the motion as I could just go for it and satisfy myself. In no time at all, I had an orgasm and I strained against him while it lasted so I could get as much contact with his cock as I could. As soon as it was over, I sat up over him again and started fucking him again. I eased way up off his cock so that it was almost out of my cunt before I'd have my muscles suck it back in. He started turning his head violently from side to side-still hanging onto my tits, mind you-and I knew that he was about to come. So I began to move really fast on his cock again and then he cried out and I could feel the hot bursts as he shot off his wad. That felt neat. It came oozing out of my cunt and I just collapsed on top of him. We were both incredibly sweaty.
"To wrap it up, he took me out for a meal afterwards and then he wanted me to come back to his motel room with him. But I had to be getting home or else my parents would have called the police. I felt really sexy when I was back home because I had his dried sperm still caked to my cunt and the insides of my thighs! He and I are going to get together again tomorrow before he has to leave."
Lisa-Marie ended the phone conversation when she heard the doorbell ring. "Who can it be at this ungodly hour? Why, it's after eleven!" She moved cautiously to a side window and peeped out. She made out that it was Uncle J.T. standing on the doorstep. She felt a little irritated. "I wish he'd stop checking up on me like this! I'm a big girl now and I can handle staying by myself without some goddamn babysitter!" But she smiled, despite her annoyance, as she was fond of the longtime friend of the family. She didn't bother to put a bathrobe on over her scanty babydoll pajamas as she didn't even stop to think that it would be necessary to cover up for Uncle J.T.
"Uncle J.T.-what are you doing over here so late?" She stood to one side to let him in. As she did so, a cool night breeze wafted through the practically see-through material of her babydolls, causing her nipples to become erect. She noticed Uncle J.T's square jaw become slack as his eyes dropped to her chest, but he didn't say anything about her near-nudity as he walked on into the living room and seated himself on the couch.
He took a deep breath and said, "I came over here to make sure that everything's okey-dokey with you. I've been trying to call you all evening long but your line's been busy." He raised his eyebrows questioningly at the young girl.
Lisa-Marie shrugged, causing her high, firm beasts to jiggle. Her hard nipples poked out the thin cotton material of her babydolls, and the pinkness of her little treasures was quite visible. She looked very coquettish that night with her shoulder-length light-brown hair shining in the muffled light of the one lamp that was lit in the room. As she walked over to the couch, Uncle J.T. looked very uncomfortable and his eyes kept darting over her figure. The dark outline of her mount of 'venus was very tantalizing and her long, tan legs had developed a womanly shape to them which he'd never noticed before.
"So how are you and Aunt Janine doing?" asked Lisa-Marie as she settled herself down next to him on the couch. She looked hard at his profile. There was something different about him tonight that she couldn't quite place. Maybe it was the fact that it looked as if he had just shaved and that his salt-and-pepper hair was neatly combed. Uncle J.T. usually conducted his life and his appearance in a somewhat bohemian fashion, so it took a bit of getting used to to see the man so well-groomed, relatively speaking.
"Oh, we're fine. Aunt Janine's gone to see a movie with one of her cronies and I got to feeling a tad lonely." He smiled slightly at Lisa-Marie and she thought for what must have been the millionth time about what a ladies' man he must have been in his youth. He still possessed a ... certain charm that appealed to women.
The young girl's brow crinkled with concern. Poor Uncle J.T., she thought. All alone with no one to hang out with. Out loud she said, "Well, I'm glad you came over if you're feeling that way. I get lonely, too."
He reached over and patted her on the knee and then he squeezed it. "You're getting to be a full-grown woman, kid," he said in his usual rakish tone. "You went and grew up while my back was turned."
Lisa-Marie was glad to hear her uncle talking in a more happy manner. Still, she knew he was feeling down and she wanted to do her best to cheer him up. Funny, but he still had his hand on her slim knee and he was rubbing it rather absentmindedly with his calloused palm. She shifted about a little bit on the couch as uncomfortable feelings had started to waft through her bod. At first she tried to deny it in herself, but she finally had to admit that the man was turning her on. Stop it, Lisa Marie, hissed her conscience to her. Even though the two of them weren't blood-related, she still felt vaguely guilty on incestuous thoughts.
"You have any boyfriends yet?" he queried. His fingers strayed a few inches up the insides of her tan thighs, sending additional shivers of arousal through her.
"No one in particular, Uncle J.T. Except you, of course," answered Lisa-Marie. This was an old joke between the two of them. To herself she thought, Boy, are my hormones ever acting up again-someday they're going to get me into trouble. As soon as he leaves I'm going to get-off-and how!
Since she was sitting so close to him, he had no difficulty at all in stroking the entire inside of her thigh all the way on up to her frilly, partially seethrough panties, all the way on down to her knee and then back up again. In that one movement of his hand, he managed to flick Lisa-Marie's triggerhappy ow-switch to full throttle.
"I've got a joke for you, kid," he said. Even his voice was different tonight. Husky. More masculine.
"What?" She loved his jokes. It was weird, but the thought came to her that she'd sort of like to fuck Uncle J.T. She became aware that a few buttons on the front of her babydoll pajamas were un done and that part of her cleavage was visible. Without stopping to think, she leaned forward a bit and scratched at her ankle. Her breasts swayed freely during this antic and she felt the yearning for release grow more intense between her legs-especially since, out of the corner of her eye, she discerned that he was peeking.
His face looked slightly red to her when she looked back up. "If 1 is lonely, 2 is company, and 3 is a crowd, what are 7 and 8?"
Lisa-Marie thought for a moment and then said, "I give up. What?"
"Fifteen!" answered Uncle J.T., straight-faced.
"Urgh!" groaned the young girl, and she started pummeling his barrel chest with her fists. "That was terrible!"
He grabbed at her wrists and the two of them started wrestling just as they had always done since she'd been a very little girl. She strained against him as hard as she could, pressing her body up against him as she sought to restrain him. She moved one of her firm thighs over his to gain better leverage against him. In the course of the struggle, electric currents jolted her cunt whenever her nipples rubbed against his chest. Once she slipped and fell onto one of his thighs with her legs spread, and the resulting sensation in her groin was that of sinful paradise. She felt her scanty babydoll top slip off one of her shoulders and yet she kept squirming in Uncle J.T.'s lap instead of calling time out to get herself totally buttoned up again.
"You're stronger, but you're still no match for me, kid," said Uncle J.T. from between his clenched white teeth.
"Says who?" demanded Lisa-Marie. Just then, her legs came in contact with his crotch and she was shocked to feel an unmistakably hard bulge in the man's pants. She twisted suddenly in his grasp, sending them both tumbling onto the thick living room carpet.
"Give up?" asked Uncle J.T. He was lying fully on top of her. She could feel his cock burning against her thigh.
"Never!" she snarled, then shoved him over and got on top of his stomach, stradling him with her legs wide-apart. His warm stomach sent the furnace of her lusts in full flame. This was a fun game. She was aroused and he was aroused, but she didn't for a moment think anything adult would really happen. But as she gazed amid her torrent of giggles down into his face, she saw him staring up at her chest with unmistakable desire in his eyes.
With a gasp, she saw that her upward-lifting cantaloupe-sized breasts had burst out of her pajama top. Her smooth-skinned, pink-tipped orbs looked very delectable in the soft light of the room.
With the young knockers bobbing so invitingly over his head, Uncle J.T. knew his hand couldn't resist reaching up to capture them.
"Like I said, you've turned into quite a woman," he murmured as his hands squeezed at her youthful firmness. He out-lined her nipples with his index fingers.
Lisa-Marie ran her tongue over her full, pouting lips. She knew it was wrong, but her desires had taken over the controls. She thrust her large, round breasts hard into his hands. "Did I ever tell you that I had a big crush on you when I was a little girl?" she asked. She never thought she would admit this to anyone, especially to her big, strong Uncle J.T. But then again, she also had never thought that he'd ever caress her naked knockers.
"I knew. It was a big joke between your folks and me and Aunt Janine. How do you feel now?" His soft words were oozing with honey. His hands moved down her trim waist and, with one finger, he playfully pulled at the elastic of her lacy panties. He raised his head up slightly and peered into her lightly -haired cunt.
Lisa-Marie felt drunk with sexual desire. "I feel good and...." Her words sounded faint to her ears.
"And what!" His finger flicked gently at the little pink nub of flesh he could see poking out from the delicate folds of her sweet pussy.
"Impatient," she whispered. Hot flames roared within her as he toyed with her clitoris.
"Get off me then, kid," said Uncle J.T. He got up and pulled his shirt off. It seemed to her as if he was trying to hold his stomach in, which struck her as funny since Uncle J.T.'s pot belly had always been the target of many a family joke. As he yanked his pants down, she turned her head aside modestly. But then he walked over to where she was sitting on the floor, her bare breasts so becomingly on display.
"Take a look. Tell me, have you ever seen a grown man naked before?" His voice had a tinge of pride in it.
Lisa-Marie turned and saw the thick tool pointing straight at her face. The tip of it was beet-red. His large balls dangled beneath his manhood. She smiled for she knew she was in for a good time.
"Well, have you?" he repeated.
"Why yes, Uncle J.T.," she said. Her large green eyes looked up at him innocently. She slipped her babydoll top all the way off her slim shoulders and then pulled her frilly panties off quickly so that her little triangle-shaped puff of pubic hair was now revealed in its entirety to him.
"Have you had sexual intercourse with anyone?" he wanted to know. He looked shocked when she nodded her pretty head affirmatively.
"Only twice. Promise not to tell Mom and Dad, okay?" She cupped his large balls in the palm of one hand and grasped his thick cock with the other. When he continued to look nonplussed, she squeezed his cock hard in her small hand, making the blood coil and churn even more than it already was inside of it. She could feel his hairy balls tighten up in response to her touch.
"You're only eighteen! And all of these years I'd been planning to be the first one. Kids! All of this sexual promiscuity...." he sputtered to a stop. It was impossible to be angry with the sultry sex-kitten kneeling before him and rubbing his cock. Her body looked soft and inviting. In the dim light of the room, she looked half-little girl, half-whore. Her thighs were parted and the flowerlike folds of her cunt beckoned to him irresistibly.
"And how many blow-jobs have you given to the guys?" asked Uncle J.T. with a trace of irritability in his voice.
"None. Not yet, at any rate," she said. She wished he would stop questioning her and lie down beside her. Her skin tingled with the need to be petted. She tugged at his arm, pulling him down onto the thick rug. So far this was the best game her Uncle J.T. had ever played with her. His hands floated over her breasts, thighs, stomach, and cunt while he feathered her throat and face with light kisses. She kept her hand moving up and down the shaft of his cock in a regular motion.
"Could you-would you teach me how to give a blow-job?" She figured that this was something which it would be wise to learn early on in her sexual career. His finger on her clitoris was turning her cunt into a warm, melting puddle.
"Your wish is my command," replied Uncle J.T. gallantly as he lay down on his back. His heavy cock flopped down stiffly onto his stomach. He placed his hands back behind his head, his eyes alertly drinking in the erotic beauty of the naked girl. "Suck on it. Use your tongue on it, too," he directed her.
It was wonderful seeing the sweet thing take his cock into her tender mouth. At first, she was very hesitant about tasting the velvety tip of the man's penis, but then she boldly sucked it into the warmth of her mouth. He wondered what she was thinking as she diligently lavished her tongue along his humming horn.
Gee, she thought, if only Andrea could see me now! And she felt smug that she got to be the first of the group to give a man head. When she had gotten his entire cock wet with her saliva, she began to suck it in and out of her mouth, running her fingers smoothly along the shaft whenever it was ex posed. She paid attention to Uncle J.T.'s reactions and she quickly learned what sort of motions he liked. The whole while, she was well-aware of his dark liquid eyes staring at her.
Suddenly Uncle J.T. said, "Stop!"
Startled, Lisa-Marie sat up, letting his cock escape from her lips.
He stared up at the ceiling with a wild look on his face and started mumbling crazy things to himself, "Good hot weather. Hungtington should attract a lot of tourists this summer. Good for business. Don't forget to stop at the all-night market on the way home for a can of cat food ... whew!"
"Whatever are you talking about?" inquired Lisa-Marie. She felt insulted. How could he be thinking about things like that when the two of us are involved in an exciting new aspect of our relationship?
"I'm trying not to come, kid!" He blinked up into her sulking face. "Say-you're pretty good with your mouth. Are you sure you weren't just joshing your Uncle J.T. when you said that you've never given a blow-job to a man before?"
"Yes!" she exclaimed. A large smile lit up her face and she asked him excitedly, leaning forward so that her nipples brushed against his hairy chest. "Do you mean that I got you all hot and bothered?"
He seemed to be somewhat embarrassed by the question as he appeared to be at a loss as to how to answer her. He sat up and pulled a cushion off the couch. "Lie down so that the pillow is underneath your hips," he said gruffly. As she arranged herself as he directed, he chuckled and remarked inwardly to himself. And to think that I was laboring under the delusion of having to greatly persuade sweet little Lisa-Marie to just let me cop an innocent feel or two.
"Is that why you came over here all shaved?" Her breasts rose lavishly into the air, pointing off to the sides as she lay on her back. The light pink slit of her cunt was raised by the cushion and, happily, her thighs were already spread apart. She wiggled seductively as she made herself comfortable.
"Was it that obvious?" He rubbed at his chin. "You know, as soon as your parents told me that they were going to France for the summer I told myself that it was going to be 'this summer or never,' that I got into your pants."
He climbed over the reclining young girl, his cock pointing menacingly towards her love triangle. And just like he always used to do when he'd pin her to the floor during their wrestling matches, he started making playful growling sounds and shaking his head at her. She squealed with delight and tried to push him away. The pressure of her arms as she pressed futilely against his chest caused her breasts to get pushed straight up in two firm cones of womanly flesh. Uncle J.T.'s mouth soon adhered to one of her erect pink nipples.
"Ohhh," she sighed, running her fingers through his hair as his mouth further stimulated her. His large knee was wedged in between her thighs, and she shamelessly rubbed her wet cunt up against it. She moved her hands down along his shoulders and down his strong but fleshy arms. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes. She could feel her heart thumping loudly inside her chest. She ached to have her climax and yet, she wanted to prolong the ecstasy of the slow-burning build-up.
Uncle J.T. released her nipple and reached back and grasped his cock purposefully in his hand. He easily guided the tip of it inside her well-lubricated vagina, and she arched her back in order to better receive the hot goods. She pulled her knees up into the air. As he pushed his thick male member inside her, she very intensely felt every square inch of it fill her up. Due to her hips being lifted by the cushion, her little pleasure site was much more accessible to the man. His heavy balls received maximum contact against her plush buttocks as he began to rhythmically fuck her.
Lisa-Marie also was benefitting from the raised position, and her fingers dug into Uncle J.T.'s arms as he gave her clitoris a deep massage with his thick penis. His motion was deeply satifying-like a very rich dessert-and just when she didn't think she could bear any more, a powerful climax sent her reeling into intense ecstasy for seemingly infinite seconds. One low moan and then another escaped from her lips, and her pelvis bucked as the electrical feeling charged through her. Finally she was spent and she had to force herself to continue moving along with Uncle J.T.'s thrusts to give him an equal opportunity to have a good orgasm.
Luckily, since Uncle J.T. had had his fair share of experience, he was able to last through the tidalwavelike sensation of riding out the young girl's climax. The muscles inside her vagina gripped his cock with great gusto, causing him nonstop rapture as he wallowed within her cuntal confines. Yet, his willpower carried him along and he continued to pump steadily at her.
For a few minutes, Lisa-Marie waited for him to finish up and she began to feel peevish. I mean, this is wonderful, but I've got to get up early and go to work, she thought meanly to herself. But she didn't want to spoil it for him so she kept her legs accommodatingly spread apart for his pleasure.
Uncle J.T.'s breathing was very deep and very regular as his cock moved like a well-oiled piston inside her cunt. He ran one of his hands down her side and grasped her curvy hipbone. A slight tremor ran through Lisa-Marie, and she found herself caught once more in the slow-motion whirlpool which would eventually bring her to orgasm again. "This is good, Uncle J.T.," she whispered as her eyelids fluttered closed. "This is magnificent," she repeated to herself as her last coherent thought was spent in wondering if Andrea ever had more than one orgasm at a time.
She locked her ankles about the man's bear-like waist and clung to him as he patiently pumped enough energy into her until she cried out as she came once more. This time his cock seemed to pull this orgasm out of her by the very roots. It was while she thrashed out her pleasure this second time that the muscles of her vagina milked out a copious wad of Uncle J.T.'s hot sperm. He exhaled with a great whoosh! into Lisa-Marie's shell-like ear. "Well," he began faintly as he rolled off her, "I'm glad I didn't wait any longer before 'seducing' you. If I was any older, I wouldn't have survived that." He stared at her for a moment and then added, "if you're this good at sex now, I've got to admit that I really envy whoever gets to plug you when you're thirty-six! And don't tell your parents that I said that!"
CHAPTER FIVE
For some reason, Lisa-Marie found herself avoiding the room of Jacob Hunter, the man who had inadvertently discovered her masturbating. Basically she felt, well, embarrassed that he had caught her in such a private act of autoeroticism. Also, she felt hard pressed to live up to her seduction agreement with Andrea, for her bosomy friend had correctly pointed out to her that, even though she'd been getting plenty of sexual action, she still hadn't approached anyone point-blank. "It hardly counts," summed up Andrea, "if some man spots you first and makes a successful move on you. No-you have to take the initiative yourself!" Andrea was rather haughty on this latter point as she had done very well with seducing total strangers: three in one week.
So Lisa-Marie steered clear of the handsome Jacob Hunter as she was concentrating on getting her courage up enough to approach a sweet young boy who had recently been hired to help out in the kitchen at Barnaby Resort. However, on the day she had deemed 'F-day' in regards to scoring with Billy, Jacob Hunter happened to spot her in the hotel lobby.
He was standing over by a large potted palm tree, talking to Mr. Jones, the head of management, when Lisa-Marie and Theresa breezed into the room enroute to the lounge for a break. The Oriental supervisor suddenly clutched the young girl's arm and whispered, "That man over there talking to Jonesy-be really polite to him if you ever have to deal with him!"
"Why is that?" asked the light-brown-haired girl. She avoided looking over at him for she saw from out of the corner of her eye that the man in question had seen her.
"Because he's a very important man. He could make or break the Barnaby with his review of us. He travels all over and rates the luxury hotels. And he is very, very picky." Theresa nodded for emphasis at what she was saying.
A sick feeling flooded through Lisa-Marie. "Oh swell," she thought as a mental image of what she was going to write about the maids at the Barnaby went through her mind. No wonder he was so insistent about getting her name. The asshole was going to rat on her! Just then, Billy, her young target, walked slowly past bearing a heavy box. Theresa grabbed his arm.
"Billy! Don't you know that you're supposed to use the employees' entrance when you carry supplies in!" The Oriental woman's eyes blazed.
The fair boy looked sheepish. "Yes, ma'am," he said.
"Don't worry, Billy," cooed Lisa-Marie as she forced herself to reach out and gently stroke his arm. "It takes time to learn ... things."
She had hesitated dramatically on purpose, hoping that she got enough of a sexual innuendo into her delivery. Billy's eyebrows shot up and he turned abruptly and walked back out the door. But he didn't turn quickly enough to hide the bright-red blush which sprang up his neck and face.
"Good lord, child," remarked Theresa. "Let's be subtle, and all that! And that poor boy is probably a virgin. You're frightening him. Every time you see him, you act like you're going to yank his pants down. Have a little mercy-oh!"
"What?" Lisa-Marie and Theresa had been walking over towards a door when the latter stopped in her tracks.
"Mr. Jones motioned for us to come over. So don't forget, be very polite to that Jacob Hunter. My, he's kind of cute."
Horrified, Lisa-Marie reluctantly followed her supervisor on over to where the two men stood. Jacob Hunter wore a crisp white suit that went well with the slight, amused smirk on his face. "He's ratted on me-though, what can Mr. Jones say? He wouldn't dare point his finger at me since his performance my first day." She warily greeted Mr. Hunter when she was introduced to him.
"Mr. Hunter here recognized you just now, Lisa-Marie," said Mr. Jones stiffly, "And he asked that he be introduced to the little maid who had done such a good job of getting his room ready for him."
"Thank you, sir," said Lisa-Marie with a slight edge to her voice. She bared her white teeth in a half-snarl, half-smile at the wavy-haired hotel reviewer. "I was just doing my job." The man broke into a grin, making her feel like an idiot.
"I only wish that maids at other hotels did their job as well as you do yours, Ms. King," he replied with a slight bow.
Theresa and Mr. Jones beamed with pride. "Mr. Hunter requested that you accompany him to the airport so that you could then return the hotel car here." Mr. Jones' tone implied that the young girl had better not refuse. So Lisa-Marie found herself sitting beside the cheeky Jacob Hunter in the luxury automobile which Barnaby Resort had lent to him for the duration of his stay. Lucky bum, she thought as she stole a glance at his profile, I should have such a job, reviewing good hotels! They drove in silence for a few blocks. She felt very nervous because he was much more attractive than she had remembered.
I must have been drunk with horniness to have fucked him. He's too gorgeous and debonair for me. If I hadn't been so turned on by the time he showed up, I would have been too shy to have even shook his hand, she thought. She was too smart to think that all Jacob Hunter wanted was for her to return the hotel car for him. I really wonder what his opinion of me is. He must think I'm a real slut. She clasped her hands together in her lap and stared at the passing scenery. .
"Okay, you win," said the man, glancing at her from out of his icy-blue eyes, "I'll be the first one to speak."
"I wasn't aware that there was a contest," replied Lisa-Marie coldly. She wondered if he was going to try to blackmail her. Maybe he had found out that her father was an important man in the community. This ought to teach me, she thought, to have a little bit more control.
"I have two hours before my plane takes off," he announced evenly, his eyes back on the road.
Was she mistaken, or was there just the hint of a threat in his voice? "Then you'll be sure and be on time for it." All she wanted now was to be back safe and sound at the Barnaby, laying her snare trap for the angelic Billy's downfall. At least with the likes of the slim-hipped kitchen boy she felt like she was in control of the situation. But Jacob Hunter made her feel as though he was capable of doing whatever he pleased whenever he pleased to whomever he pleased. She squirmed over closer to the door.
"Do I make you nervous?" he asked pleasantly enough, though again, there was an undercurrent of sarcasm in his voice
"I just don't see why you wanted me to accompany you to the airport when there are guys the hotel pays to do just that. I have other duties to perform." She pulled her pink uniform down over her knees and she hunched her shoulders in order to shield her large round breasts as much as possible from this insolent man.
"I'll bet you have 'other duties to perform.' Like with that blonde boy you were flirting with in the lobby. You prefer boys to men, is that it?" His words had a biting, almost bitter, edge to them. "Anyway, as I told you that, um, first time we 'met,' I wanted to see you again. Excuse me. Make that, I wanted to fuck you again. And then the delectable young maid disappears, making me wonder if you were just something I had dreamed up. But, lo and behold, there you are in the lobby right in the nick of time before I had to leave the lovely town of Huntington."
As he spoke, she stared at his profile. His high cheekbones and the faintest whisper of beard bristles made her heart pound, as well as his lean body which was, as she recalled, very well-muscled. He glanced at her and smiled, and she felt devastated by how attracted to him she was. A small pulse of adrenalin and desire began to beat in her cunt.
"You shouldn't speak to me so coarsely," she said, feeling shaky. "That was just a fluke. I don't normally behave like that. It was the heat. That was a very hot day."
"Yes," he said in mock seriousness, "That was a very hot day. One of the hottest that I can remember." He steered the car adeptly off the main road and headed for the more remote hills. His jaw was clenched and he stared straight ahead.
"You had better stop and let me out of this car!" announced Lisa-Marie. Her sweet breasts heaved with agitation, straining firmly against her pink uniform. She was both scared and excited, and the mere idea of this lean man on top of her again was more titillating than her wildest thoughts when she engaged in masturbation. What added to her arousal was that today she had dressed for seduction, meaning that she had purposely not worn panties in order to aid her in her quest for Billy's virginity. But Billy wasn't going to be the one to benefit from her thoughtfulness ... At least not for the moment.
"Surely you can spare me one more merry-go-round ride in that precious cunt of yours," said Jacob Hunter lightly. As he steered the car with one hand over the empty country road, his other hand moved over to rest on the young girl's knee.
This touch pushed Lisa-Marie's trigger-happy libido over the edge and she could already feel her tender honeypot grow moist with anticipation of the good things to come. She liked the way her whole body began to tingle as though its engine was warming up for a race. But his attitude of being so sure of her was pissing her off and so she stayed over by the door. Resist him, Lisa-Marie! she told herself sternly. His ego is unbearable. Also, fear still lurked about the outskirts of her desire and so, when he slowed the car down in preparation of stopping, she opened the door, jumped out, and began stumbling back down the dirt road with tree branches catching at her uniform. Her heart pounded wildly as she ran, and the faster she ran the more frightened she became. This was such a desolate area. Supposing the hotel reviewer turned out to be some kind of crazy pervert? There was no one around to hear her if she screamed. She could hear him chasing after her and he was rapidly gaining on her. He stumbled and uttered an "oof" and then, in the next instance, she felt herself toppling over as she was tackled.
"You asshole! Let me go! This is wrong!" She struggled in earnest with him, but his face showed grim determination and he easily managed to pin her to the ground. Luckily, she was lying on top of a large bed of moss, so at least she hadn't gotten hurt. During the course of their wrestling match, her uniform had become hiked up over her curvy hips, revealing the nakedness of her lightly -haired cunt. As Jacob Hunter held her tightly as he panted to recover from the chase, his eyes happened to stray down the length of her body and come to rest on the dab of hair between her tan thighs. A small smile sprang to his lips, causing sexy scar-like laugh-lines to course down his cheeks.
"How convenient. So you don't wear panties? Were you planning on saving this treat for your blond boy?" His strong hands stroked her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, and finally his fingers began to work their sure magic on her clitoris.
A small moan escaped from between the young girl's full, pouting lips. She felt herself relax and allow him to push her thighs farther apart. He was making her feel like a shameless wild animal in the forest. "You sound jealous," she said as she reached one hand up to carress his earlobe and the back of his neck.
"I am," he said, and she couldn't tell if he was joking or not. But before she could press the issue, his lips were burning against hers and his tongue was flickering like a snake of sinful temptation inside her mouth. There was absolutely nothing else she could do but give in to the raging fever the man was awakening in her and she kissed him back with mounting passion. When the kiss finally ended, he said huskily. "That's the young maid that I remember. You don't just like sex; it's vital to you."
Lisa-Marie was in no mood to hear a personality analysis of her behavior. She pressed her young body fervently up against his lean, muscular frame. Her firm thigh sought out the hard bulge in his pants and she teasingly rubbed up against it. She felt his heartbeat quicken as she touched his desire, and his hands clutched her shoulders roughly for a moment or two. Then he rapidly began to undo the buttons of her pink uniform, and she sat up to be able to slip the garment off her arms. As he parted the material, her large, upward-pointing breasts were on magnificent display. Her skin was flawless, and her rose-pink nipples were perched high atop each twin mound of womanly flesh. His hands reached over and cupped each of her breasts and he bent down and began to suck on one of her nipples.
"Ohh," she sighed as his mouth created liquid electricity in her veins, and she clumsily managed to unzip his trousers and free his large cock. At the sight of what he had to offer her, she sank back down to the comfort of the moss bed. She kept her hand moving up and down the hot shaft of his ruby-red cock as he peppered her face, neck, and breasts with small kisses. He stroked her mount of 'venus as if it were a cat, making her hips undulate wantonly. Then he pulled away from her and, placing a hand on each of her knees, he spread her thighs apart.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I love cunts. I just want to take a good look at what I'm going to be getting into," he said breathlessly.
So for a few minutes he gazed with rapture into the soft, sweet-smelling depths of her pink cunt. She in turn watched his face. A lock of his dark, wavy hair hung down over his forehead and the feverish flush on his cheeks made him look even more attractive. His icy-blue eyes were very intense, causing her a surprising amount of pleasure simply from being looked at so intimately. She felt a slow, powerful boiling begin to build within her as he ravaged her with his eyes.
He unbuttoned the rest of her uniform so that she was totally naked except for the frilly pink-and-white garterbelt holding up her stockings. Her flat, tan stomach quivered as she experienced the volcano-like build-up of longing in her cunt. "Do me a favor," she whispered, and she bit at her lower lip. "Take your clothes off, too!" She really wanted this man-all of him-and she desperately wanted to feel his skin against hers.
So, with a cavalier air, he quickly removed his white suit, tossed it casually over a branch without any apparent concern about getting it dirty. Her eyes held a bright flame of appreciation in them as she brazenly watched Jacob Hunter strip. His tan, muscular arms and lean stomach and long legs excited her very much. He was certainly by far the most sexually appealing man she had thus far ever met, and that included Susie's snobbish brother, Nigel.
But what she appreciated most of all was that large, very erect cock that was pointing menacingly towards her. Her hands moved without any conscious thought on her part over her breasts, and she squeezed the precious orbs together. Her hips wriggled slightly and she felt her sexual needs become as urgent and taut as a live wire about to snap.
The man lowered himself down on top of the warm, inviting young girl, and she adapted her curvy body to his lean one. Their stomachs were pressed tightly together, and her soft breasts cushioned his chest. Her smooth thighs moved against his hairy ones as their lips once more engaged in a passionate kiss. He ran his hands along the roundness of her hips, over the slight protrusion of her hipbones, and down into the pleasing dip of her small waist. She in turn stroked his buttocks and balls from behind, then luxuriated in the feel of his muscular arms.
"I'm very, very ready," she murmured in between the deep kisses. He surprised her by sitting up with his legs folded up underneath him. He pushed her yielding thighs far apart and then, grasping her by the hips, he pulled her sweet pussy up to his groin and penetrated her fiercely with his hard cock.
Lisa-Marie yelped with surprise at this sudden entry. He easily began to fuck her, his hands still firmly grasping her hips. From this novel position, she at first felt like too much of his cock had gained entrance into her cunt and she pondered whether or not to ask him to stop. But on the fifth-or-so thrust, she felt a curious warmth spread throughout her vagina, and it seemed as if she could feel herself grow and stretch to accommodate the intruder with a sort of elastic tightness. This was when deep waves of sensuous pleasure began to crash over her as he pumped her good and hard and steady.
For a few moments, Lisa-Marie was only aware of the hushed sounds of the forest, and the euphoric rushes of sensation the man's cock was giving to her. Her eyes were closed and her lips were slightly parted with the very tip of her pink tongue showing. A small vein noticably pulsed in her throat. She looked like the very epitome of hedonism. Then, her smoldering passion burst into a quick, wildfire orgasm and she could only manage to cry out in a soft, very feminine moan of release.
Jacob Hunter then fell down on top of her and continued to fuck her in a sort of devil-may-care frenzy, his large cock smoothly moving in and out of her very tight cunt. He burrowed his nose in the perfume of her hair and she clasped her arms about his trim waist, maximizing their erotic contact. With a deep, soul-wrenching groan, his cock exploded with foamy semen that seemed to sizzle within Lisa-Marie's still-contracting pussy.
It took the two of them quite awhile to recover from fucking, and they simply lay quietly in one another's arms while waiting for their pulses to come down.
"I will never forgive myself for having avoided running into you for the past week," said Lisa-Marie when they were dressed again and back in the car speeding for the airport.
"I will never forgive you either. You bring out the beast in me like no other woman," he laughed with some self-consciousness.
by the end of the ride, Lisa-Marie was surprised to feel stirrings of further arousal. I feel like I'm on a roll, she thought. But she had to be satisfied with merely kissing him goodbye as he boarded his plane. This time she was the one who said, "We will be seeing each other again!"
"Yes. No doubt. I will make it a point to find you," and he patted his breast pocket which had the piece of paper with her upcoming college address on it. "By the way," he added right before leaving her, "you might be interested to know that I'm giving the Barnaby Resort a four-star rating this time-one star up from last year." And then he winked.
CHAPTER SIX
During the ride back from the airport, the feeling of horniness did not subside within the young girl. Instead, she felt her greedy clitoris crying like a baby who's hungry and wants to be fed right now! This is crazy, she thought as she tried to ignore the yearning between her thighs. But she found herself staring at every single man she passed as she drove along. Well, I'll get-off as soon as I get back to the hotel, or something. This thought wasn't too terribly consoling since it was a good half hour's drive before she'd get back to the Barnaby.
While she was stopped at a traffic light, her hand crept down into her furry cleft and, from one flick of her fingertip, she knew that she was damned if she was going to wait until she got back to the hotel. She pushed her uniform up so that more of her brown muff was visible. As she drove, she worked her index finger slowly back and forth against her little pink nub of desire. At one point, a bus pulled up alongside her car and she luckily saw it coming in the rear-view mirror just in time so that she was able to pull her uniform back down a few inches. But it was pure hell sitting there at another traffic light with both of her hands on the steering wheel. As soon as the light changed, she shot out quickly in order to get as much distance as possible from the bus. She shot onto the highway, yanking her uniform back up as she drove. Warm, cozy feelings stirred in her as her index finger once again played within her pleasure park.
I think I'm going to come on the highway, she thought, and then she heard a siren behind her. She glanced over her shoulder and saw a policeman zipping along, hot on her trail. "Oh shit!" And she pulled over to the shoulder of the highway. The officer appeared at her window almost immediately, holding his ticket book. She was so flustered as she tried to pull herself back into the real world that she neglected to cover her nakedness.
"You were going at least 75," accused the policeman sternly. "Let me see your driver's license."
Lisa-Marie numbly did as she was told and when she turned to rummage in her purse, the officer detected the small patch of fur between her thighs. As she started to hand her license over to him, she saw that he was staring into her lap. "Oh! I'm sorry," she exclaimed, and pulled her uniform back down abruptly, causing the material to pull tautly over her round breasts. Her nipples became erect from her supreme embarrassment, and they showed prominently through the material.
"That's okay," he said slowly as he took her license from her and glanced at it. "Eighteen, huh?" In his uniform, he looked like he had a broad chest and shoulders. Lisa-Marie guessed that he was in his late twenties. He wasn't what you would call handsome, but there was a wholesomeness about him that was appealing. As he handed back her license, he looked her full in the face and she recognized the look of speculative hope in his eyes.
She stared right back at him, feeling a mixture of shock (since he was a policeman and all that), amusement and also a sense that perhaps he would help her out with her 'problem.' An electrical feeling moved between them and he ran his tongue slowly along his lips. He may have looked wholesome, like apple pie and Fourth of July picnics, but he obviously had come across sweet tempatations before during the line of duty.
"Ma'am, I'm not going to give you a ticket for speeding this time, just a warning. And not just a warning about reckless driving." His soft, brown eyes flickered almost imperceptibly over her body. She very well understood his intentions. But it somehow just seemed too good to be true to think that after Jacob Hunter she was also going to get to experience this broad-shouldered policeman. She only smiled, her white teeth appearing briefly between her full, well-shaped lips. She didn't want to get hauled in on a prostitution charge, but oh, that ache in her cunt! She held her breath to see what would happen next.
"You know...." he said as he bent down and rested his elbows on the window ledge of the car, "you could stir up a whole heap of trouble with that indencent exposure of yours. Yes-a whole heap of trouble." His eyes again traveled over her large, thrusting breasts and down into her now-covered-up lap before once more looking her squarely in the face. There was a hard edge to his desire for her that she found to be very exciting.
"I'm very sorry, officer," she responded demurely. "I simply forgot to put on any panties this morning."
"It looks as if you neglected to put on a bra either," he said pointedly. "You know, you could really arouse a man to a dangerous degree going around like that. I mean, to be perfectly honest with you, ma'am, the sight of your pubic hair has given me a hard-on."
His brutally frank words slid like warm honey into the young girl's ears, making her blush with shame and happiness. "Oh," she said a little breathlessly. Then she took a deep breath and found herself admitting a little recklessly, "Hearing that your cock is hard is very ... stimulating to me, Officer."
She cringed, wondering if he were going to arrest her for talking lewdly. But he smiled instead and he reached one of his large hands inside the car and moved his index finger in a circle around the nipple closest to him. Lisa-Marie shivered with delight as she felt her juices start to flow. Oh boy, this is gonna be good; won't Andrea be jealous! she thought as her heart started to pound.
"Then we understand one another?" asked the policeman as his hand pushed up her uniform so that he could once more see her silky cunt. He ran his knuckle across the little patch of hair and Lisa-Marie felt it purr with desire. She nodded her head slightly at him and he responded by quickly getting into the backseat of the car and ducking down. "Get back here-if we're going to do anything it had better be pronto before someone else on the force sees my car is abandoned and comes over to investigate!"
She climbed over the seat and into the arms of the policeman. He hadn't been kidding when he'd said that they had better move fast for he immediately began to undo the bodice of her pink uniform. "Oh, lordy!" he exclaimed when her perfect breasts were revealed to him. But he wasted little time in caressing them as he began to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. Lisa-Marie got as comfortable as she could on her back and scrunched her uniform up around her waist and spread her legs apart. She could hear the whoosh of the cars speeding past on the highway.
"Ma'am, you have the best tits I have ever had the pleasure of playing with," said the policeman as he pulled out his cock. Since his pants were partially down, she could see his tree-trunk-like thighs and, for some reason, the sheer massiveness of the man was what she liked most about him. His cock was average size, which she was glad of for she didn't think she could take on another large penis that day. Yet, even though he sported no more than a good six inches of hard manhood, she knew that his thrusts would have a wallop of power behind them since he was so tall and strong. It amazed her to realize that his arms were larger around than her thighs were.
She pulled her knees up and he pierced her sweet flesh with his throbbing cock. He fastened his mouth on one of her nipples and ran his tongue over it. Lisa-Marie arched her back and held this massive man on top of her. The buttons of his uniform felt cold, but she was past the point of caring about such trivial matters. I love men, she thought passionately to herself as the policeman ground his hips against her. Even though he easily outweighed her by ninety pounds, she held up well beneath his urgent thrusts, sparring back with thrusts of her own. She raised her legs and rested the soles of her feet against the roof of the car. In order to rub her clitoris up against him as much as possible, she began to move her pelvis in a circular motion.
The officer gasped, releasing her nipple, and she saw him close his eyes with the intensity of the muscles inside her cunt giving his cock a very deep, satisfying massage. Her hands clung to his uniform as she felt herself melt in the molten-hot eruption of her orgasm. She gasped as she climaxed, in a short staccato series because more than one orgasm swept through her.
"I'm going to come," announced a faraway voice in her ear, and then the wonderful feel of hot sperm filling her up became her central focus for a few seconds. But the policeman pulled his cock out of her still-quivering cunt and he quickly got his pants up and zipped himself before he exited cautiously from the car. Lisa-Marie sat up groggily and buttoned her pink uniform over the swellings of her breasts. "Thank you very much, ma'am. And remember-drive the speed limit!" He nodded his head curtly at her and then smiled while hunching his shoulders up slightly as if to say, "Hey! We managed to do it!" Then he sped off in the squad car, leaving Lisa-Marie in a much better frame of mind than when he'd stopped her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
For several months now, Lisa-Marie was very aware of the man named James whom she occasionally saw having coffee by himself at the Vienna Cafe. He was so handsome that he made her mouth water, but the only people she ever saw him with were older women-women who wore layers of plastic-looking make-up and girdles in the vain hope of appearing sexually attractive. Women who obviously refused to age with grace and dignity. Women who cast offensively pathetic coquettish glances up into James' face as they babbled at him.
Andrea also was very aware of James and she frequently roamed around the Barnaby Resort area in high hopes of running into him and beating Lisa-Marie to the punch, as it were. Yet he remained as refreshingly mysterious and intangibly aloof as a zephyr on a warm summer's day. 'very aggravating.
"I tried to start a conversation with James today," stated Andrea grimly one day.
"Oh?" asked Lisa-Marie, feeling downcast. "And what happened?"
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing. He was very charming. His faint French accent had me melting, but he managed to dismiss me in a very polite way. Then, a few minutes later, I saw him go up to one of his old bats and start talking to her-very intimately, too. Like it was a pick-up. Then before you could count to three, he was strolling down the boardwalk arm in arm with her just as cozy as you please. It makes me sick! Lots of men want me and chase after me, and yet James prefers his old cows to someone young. I don't get it."
Neither did Lisa-Marie, but she was secretly glad that Andrea's advances had been met with stalwart refusal. And the tidbit about him having a faint French accent made her sexual curiosity about the curious man become even more obsessive. But she didn't admit these feelings to Andrea since the level of competition made her feel very uncomfortable. She had long ago ceased to express any active intent towards the broad-shouldered James since that seemed to aggravate Andrea on a subtle level.
One day Lisa-Marie spotted James' back as he disappeared into one of the more expensive suites at the Barnaby with one of his usual older grande dames. "Jesus, Theresa," she said later on when she ran into her supervisor, "I just don't understand that guy!"
"What guy?" inquired the Oriental woman as she folded towels. And Lisa-Marie let loose with a flood of words describing James and her competition with Andrea. Since there was no one else she could talk to about this obsession, she really had a lot of pent-up things to say about the blue-eyed love-God.
She wound up by saying, "But he prefers older women so I guess that I don't stand a chance!" She looked very woebegone and was a little bit hurt when Theresa burst into a peal of laughter.
"Ah, c'mon honey! You mean you don't know?" Theresa's almond-shaped eyes twinkled at her in amazement and amusement.
"Know what? You mean you know who I'm talking about?" Lisa-Marie started helping to fold the towels as she eagerly awaited to hear more about James.
"Your James is certainly not new in the area. You must have just missed seeing him before because you were hanging around your rich friends in other parts of Huntington or else you were vacationing elsewhere. He has been showing up here as regularly as clockwork during the tourist season for the past five years. I almost fell flat on my face when I first saw him, too. I certainly wouldn't throw him out of my bed, honey." Theresa smacked her lips in appreciation.
"Well, you stand more of a chance with him than I do-though you're only thirty-five and he doesn't seem to like to dip below the fifty-year-old bracket. And you're also too pretty. Too bad. If you got to go to bed with him, then at least I could get-off on hearing you describe him." Lisa-Marie was failing miserably to work up a sour-grapes attitude.
Theresa threw back her head and really whooped when she heard this remark. "Listen," she said, "The only reason good old James isn't taking this fortune cookie on is because I don't have enough money. As a matter-of-fact, that's all that's standing between him and Andrea or you and him, for that matter."
"Money?" Lisa-Marie blinked her eyes in bewilderment. She stood stock-still, staring at her supervisor as she held a towel in her hands.
"Money," stated Theresa firmly. She folded a few more towels in silence before she stopped what she was doing and turned her full attention to the troubled young girl. "Honey, haven't you caught on yet? Your dreamboat is a male whore-a gigolo. And a very, very expensive and much-sought-after one at that. He rakes in a fortune here every summer and then he goes and spends it, and invests it, too, as I understand it, for the rest of the year. The hotel management turns their eyes discreetly from his activities because, very honestly, he brings a lot of very wealthy widows to this hotel simply because they've heard of him and want to meet him. And he gets a lot of return business, too, which means that the Barnaby also gets a lot of return business." The Oriental woman shook her head in admiration. "From the way these women fawn over him, I don't dare to try and think of what he does to please them. I've seen other handsome gigolos hang out around this resort, but none of them gets treated like a priceless gem by the old biddies like this fellow does. No, this James is someone very special. Forget about him, sweetie. He's not the kind of man for a young, pretty girl like you. Just hope and pray that when you're getting on in years and your husband is ignoring you, that you've got the kind of bucks it takes to spend some recreational time with a good whore like James."
In a manner of speaking, Theresa's words knocked Lisa-Marie on her ass. She wandered off to complete her duties for the day in a little dreamworld as she felt totally caught up in James. For some reason, the thought of him being a whore made him become a sort of appealing tragic figure to the young girl. Her fantasies that day ran the basic gamut of her rescuing the darling James from the lonely life of meaningless sex. She was also grimly aware that summer would be ending in a matter of less than a month and so far she hadn't yet managed to get into the pants of the two men she had vowed to Andrea that she would: Nigel, 'Mr. Aloof-preppie boy' and James the gigolo. Additionally, Andrea had been screwing left and right all summer long while weeks passed in between Lisa-Marie's erotic activities. She was so far behind her busty friend that there was positively no way she could catch up in the sheer quantity. However, she could at least outdo Andrea in quality if only she could manage to bag both Nigel and James. She began her hunt in earnest.
One day Lisa-Marie was standing out on a balcony of the Barnaby, shaking out a dust-mop, when she happened to see James strolling towards the hotel with his arm linked intimately with that of a dowager by the name of Mrs. Pratt. It was dusk, and the soft light made James' face look like a story-book prince's, and Lisa-Marie's heart went pitter-pat. She suddenly remembered Theresa's implication that James just had to be a masterful lover due to the adoring manner in which his many return-customers treated him. "I just wish I could know what goes on when he's alone with his clients," she whispered to herself as she gripped the balcony railing and stared down at the couple's heads as they disappeared up the veranda steps. Without clearly thinking out the consequences if she should get caught, Lisa-Marie suddenly dropped the dust-mop and ran pell-mell for Mrs. Pratt's room, which luckily happened to be just down the hall from where the balcony was. She pulled out her set of master keys and let herself into the widow's suite. Then she quickly darted into the closet, closing the door after her. The upper part of the closet door was constructed out of a series of slats with a slight amount of spacing between each one so that she had a relatively clear view of the room ... and the bed.
When she heard laughter and talk outside the hotel-room door and the sound of a key being turned in the lock, a flood of adrenalin burst through the young girl's trembling body and her eyes became wide with the fear she'd be discovered. What a stinking fool I am! she savagly reprimanded herself in her mind. This is the dumbest thing I've ever done in my entire life! And she tried to brace herself for what she thought would be inevitable-Mrs. Pratt would sense an alien presense and would call the police and, worst of all, James would be a witness to her disgrace.
"I'm just so delighted to have run into you again, James," said Mrs. Pratt as she walked into Lisa-Marie's line of vision.
"Yes-I've been on the lookout for you, too, Bernice. I have such lovely memories of our first encounter last summer!" James' voice did have a slight French accent. Lisa-Marie shivered when she saw the man's lean, lanky, and very desirable body appear through the slats of the closet door. She felt intoxicated by his very proximity and she yearned to be able to burst out from her hiding place and cup his small, adorable buttocks in her hands.
"Would you like to have a little drinkie, James?" Mrs. Pratt was standing over by a small bar thoughtfully provided by the hotel. The woman's hair was obviously dyed red and her severely made up eyes made her look like a wasp-woman. When she smiled, her teeth were brown with tobacco stains, and thousand of crepe-paper wrinkles appeared underneath the thick layer of pancake make-up and rouge on her face. Her spotted hands and long red fingernails made her look like some sort of transvestite lizard. In a word, repulsive.
"No thank you, Bernice, though it is most kind of you to offer," replied the man softly. Then in a more playful, flirtatious tone he added, "I want to be able to give my very best and most special attention to my favorite 'friend.' " James was partially facing the closet when he spoke these last words and, at long last, Lisa-Marie saw him smile. She felt lightheaded, like she had just hit the jackpot, for his face simply lit up like an angel's when his white teeth appeared in a grin. That smile alone, she thought, is worth $100. Now she didn't care if she were found out for she had never been so dazzled and aroused by a man as she now was by James. She didn't doubt that it would be possible for her to come from simply being kissed by such a man. He's made for fucking, she told herself. Her little pink tongue moved slowly along her pouting lips and she felt them swelling up slightly with the desire to be kissed.
Mrs. Pratt giggled foolishly at James' tasteful implication and she went ahead and made herself a Scotch on the rocks. While the lumpy, late-middle-aged woman had her back turned to James, Lisa-Marie saw him look at the clock with a rather businesslike expression on his handsome countenance. But he resumed a bright-eyed eagerness, though on a genteel, subdued level, pretending that he was controlling himself from simply leaping onto and ravishing the older woman when Mrs. Pratt came over to where he was.
"To meeting you again, James," she said, raising her glass in a toast to the tall, broad-shouldered man. She took a big gulp of the amber-colored liqueur. James' eyes glowed with lust as he stared down at the woman and he seemingly involuntarily reached out one hand and ran it down her shapeless side.
"Oh," sighed Mrs. Pratt, "I'd forgotten about what a naughty boy you are!" She allowed James to take her drink away from her and set it down on a nearby table. He then gripped the woman by her shoulders and slowly leaned down and kissed her. He folded his strong arms around the old crow and kissed her forever and ever, or so it seemed to the hidden voyeur. Lisa-Marie could see that his tongue was working some kind of voodoo on the woman as the widow's legs started trembling. Finally, he removed his mouth from the now lipstick-smeared lips of Mrs. Pratt. "Cherie," he whispered huskily, "you arouse me so much. I am sorry if I hurt you just now. I have to remember how delicate and frail my sweet little one is."
Lisa-Marie wanted to barf. How can he talk that way to a stalwart old reptile like that? But Mrs. Pratt obviously bought his words hook, line, and sinker. She batted her heavily made-up eyes rapidly, making her look like she had two epileptic spiders on her face.
"But I'm so old-old enough to be your mother!" she protested unconvincingly.
"I prefer a seasoned woman. A woman who is slightly older does much, much more for a younger man. You are doing me a favor by letting me make love to you in my clumsy fashion." As James spoke, his hands were rapidly and expertly stripping the woman's expensive clothes off her. He even seemed to know exactly how to remove her armor-like underwear with all of its myriad clasps and hooks. Soon, Mrs. Pratt was a naked lump of bread-dough in his arms. As he caressed her pendulous, drooping breasts, he kept up a continual patter of endearments which had even Lisa-Marie hypnotized. He rubbed her sagging belly and then began to toy with her grey-haired cunt. From her secret vantage point, the young girl could see that there was a bulge in his pants. She felt slightly depressed, for that bulge was the ultimate proof to her that he was indeed turned-on by old women.
He soon had Mrs. Pratt purring away, flat on her back on the bed like a sunbathing walrus. Her legs were spread apart and Lisa-Marie stared into the purplish, multitudinous folds of her cunt. All of a sudden, the young girl realized that Mrs. Pratt's body had its own special charm, that there was something appealing about the silly grin on the woman's face. Maybe it was because Mrs. Pratt looked so happy, or something.
Then, standing over the bed, his back to Lisa-Marie, James began to undress. A dizziness seized Lisa-Marie as the man peeled his shirt off. He was evenly tanned and his arms were perfectly muscled. His broad shoulders traveled down into a slim, lean waist and his little butt was so erotic to Lisa-Marie that she had to bite her knuckles to keep from moaning aloud. When he climbed onto the bed beside Mrs. Pratt, the girl could see his heavy balls swaying between his strong thighs. His cock was red and very erect. He proceeded to go into very extensive foreplay with the older woman, kissing and sucking her breasts, but mainly applying his tongue to her cunt. Lisa-Marie was at first very stimulated, but she soon became almost bored for it seemed to her rough estimate that a good halfhour had passed with James' head burrowed between the woman's blotchy thighs. But, since it was Mrs. Pratt's money that was at stake, James seemed to be incredibly patient. Just when Lisa-Marie thought she was going to go crazy and scream, "All right, already, so get on with it!" Mrs. Pratt began to whimper and twitch. James immediately stopped eating her twat and raised his wonderful body over hers to slide his cock into the woman's cavernous cunt.
Seeing James' buttocks contract as he pumped away fiercely on top of Mrs. Pratt's undulating body sent a marbling effect of renewed arousal through Lisa-Marie. She shifted slightly in the closet to ease the cramped feeling in her long legs. As she did so, she bumped lightly against some shoes, causing them to scrape somewhat. However, the noise didn't concern her as the widow was now lowing like a cow in response to James' talented cock. It was simply a matter of course for Lisa-Marie to hike her panties part of the way down and apply her index finger to her aching cunt. Her finger slid easily along her moist pleasure park and she rejoiced in the heady, tingling sensations she was giving herself. She now realized that James' secret of success was not only his attentiveness and ability to create an aura of fantasy, but the fact that he was very patient and took the time to stir up the now rarely used sexual juices of his clients.
Mrs. Pratt cried out and her red claws raked James' back as she climaxed. Within a stroke or two, James himself groaned as he came. Hearing the deep, bass sound of the man's sexual satisfaction heightened Lisa-Marie's excitement. However, she ceased probing her delicate cleft when the gigolo and Mrs. Pratt stopped their libidinous activity and proceeded to chat as they dressed. They were planning on going out and having dinner and seeing a show, much to Lisa-Marie's relief, for she knew that she was already late in reporting in to Theresa.
Jut as the beaming Mrs. Pratt was exiting from the room with her handsome escort, the man exclaimed, "Do you still have that pretty silk scarf that I like so much?"
"Why, yes!" simpered the widow, obviously pleased that her charming gigolo remembered.
"Let me get it for you," said James, and Lisa-Marie went into shock as she saw him approaching the closet with a determined look on his face.
I'm doomed, thought the young girl as he opened the door. When her eyes met and locked with his steely-blue ones, she was shocked to see that he didn't appear surprised. Instead, a slight, knowing smirk appeared on his face and he actually gave her half a smile-a conspiratorial smile as he snatched a blue scarf off a hook and then gently closed the closet door. When the girl heard the hotel door shut and the sound of their voices disappearing down the corridor, she slumped against the wall and whispered, "I'm in love!" It was only then that she realized that her panties were still down and that her uniform was pulled up just enough so that the gigolo must have seen her pink slit.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"See you tomorrow," said Lisa-Marie to Theresa after she got through reporting in to her supervisor. Theresa gave her a funny look and she knew that it must have showed on her face that something was going on. But there were too many hotel workers milling around for the young maid to be able to confide in the Oriental woman that she had just witnessed the dreamboat James in action-that he had caught her and had smiled instead of getting mad.
It kind of hurt to walk for she was still very stimulated from all that she had secretly witnessed. In a kind of daze, Lisa-Marie found herself moving in the direction of the hotel's kitchen. She could feel her round, cantaloupe-sized breasts bouncing as she walked purposefully towards the chaotic scene of the kitchen's staff trying to coordinate getting dinner ready for the guests.
She spotted the young boy, Billy, across the large room. He was quickly chopping vegetables, his young muscles rippling in his arms. Lisa-Marie knew that she had picked an inopportune time to decide to finally come through and seduce the young boy, but her enflamed libido pushed her forward. She dodged around the frantic kitchen staff as they shouted orders to one another and sliced and diced and sauteed enormous quantities of food. The smell of garlic and other seasonings filled the air. Lisa-Marie came up behind Billy. He was only slightly taller than she was and the enormity of her sexual needs right now led her to believe that she was capable of forcing him, if need be, to satisfy her right then and there in front of everyone.
"Hi, Billy," she said softly. She leaned forward so that her breasts would be even fuller. She had unbuttoned herself slightly so that part of her firm cleavage would be visible.
"Uh, hi, Lisa-Marie," mumbled Billy, reddening as his eyes couldn't help but dart momentarily down into the tantalizing depths of the young girl's bosom.
She leaned against the corner of the table, covertly pressing her cunt against it. Another wave of inexorable horniness seized her. The sweet-faced blond boy with his slim hips and nicely proportioned physique was looking very tempting to Lisa-Marie. She wanted to wrap her legs around him. She wanted to press her breasts against his naked chest. Christ, she just wanted to get-off!
"When's your break?" she asked.
"Not for quite awhile. I've got to chop several boxes' worth of zucchini," he said without looking up. Lisa-Marie loved it. She knew that she was having quite an effect on the young boy. This must be how James and Nigel feel-powerful, she thought.
"Oh. I wanted to take a walk with you," she said sorrowfully. She swung her body from side to side, making her round orbs move erotically underneath the tight bodice of her uniform. This made her cunt brush against the leg of the table, further firing her up in her quest.
Billy cast a troubled glance at the girl's breasts. He had desire and fear spelled out on his face in neon lights. He chopped the zucchini very rapidly as he thought.
"Just fifteen minutes, Billy," said Lisa-Marie encouragingly, sort of like a female snake with an apple. When the boy looked her in the eyes, she moved her full, delicately shaped lips slightly, sexily.
"Hey, Isobel! Is it okay if I take a fifteen-minute break?" he called out to one of the fat cooks. After a bit of an argument, the boy was granted permission. "But if you're any later than fifteen minutes, you're out on your ass!"
Lisa-Marie grabbed him by the hand and together they ran outside into the warm, moonlit night. Since time was of the utmost, Lisa-Marie led him to the nearby rose garden which was flanked by an eight-foot-high hedge. At that time of night, what with dinner and all, it was very unlikely that they would run into anyone there. The girl's heart pounded with excitement. This was the very first time that she had actually done all of the work in initiating a sexual encounter. It was a little scary, but she wasn't about to chicken out since she was hell-bent to have a penis satisfy the lust in her right now, not her own hand.
She got right to the point. "I like you, Billy. I think that you're cute. As a matter-of-fact, I'd really like to ... kiss you." She blushed, making it very obvious to the shocked and delighted boy that she had almost said "fuck" instead. In so saying, she moved in very close to the sweet-smelling boy. Her large breasts touched him before her lips met his and she felt his hands awkwardly clutching her voluptuous body against his wiry frame. She excitedly realized that his cock was already hard, and she pushed her thigh against the bulge in his pants. He didn't seem to know quite how to kiss, but he was a fast learner and soon his tongue glided very well against hers.
"There isn't much time," she whispered urgently as she sank down to the ground, onto a patch of neatly mowed lawn, pulling the boy down beside her. She placed her hand on his knee and then moved it smoothly up his thigh and cupped his balls and cock through his jeans.
He exhaled heavily in both shock and pleasure at her unexpected caress. She further surprised him by quickly unbuttoning her uniform, exposing her perfect pink-tipped breasts for his staring eyes. She had earlier removed her panties, so she was now totally naked before the boy. He looked at her ravenously, but he still seemed fearful.
"Are you a virgin, Billy?" she asked understandingly, as she began to undo his belt buckle.
"Yes," he admitted shyly, though his face was all lit up like a Christmas tree as the light-brown-haired girl coaxed his large cock out of his pants. She bent down and swished her tongue over the head of his cock. His manly tool was of a reddish hue, signifying, the girl supposed, the intensity of his passion for her.
Lisa-Marie sat up and, just to tease him, she placed his cock between her soft breasts and rubbed it in the marshmallow-like comfort of her cleavage. As she did this, she reached under and stroked his down-covered balls. "I thought you had a lot to offer a woman," she said coquettishly. This was true, for Andrea had once told her that wiry men tended to be 'hung like horses.'
She looked into his youthful face as she said this and saw too late that she was overwhelming the boy. His cock leapt in her hand and hot come rocketed out onto her neck and breasts. "OH!" she exclaimed, then released him. She stared down in dismay at the foamy white sperm which glittered and twinkled in the moonlight. So much for getting laid!
"I'm sorry-I couldn't help it!" said a very abashed Billy. He looked so truly embarrassed that Lisa-Marie ceased to feel sorry for herself.
"Nonsense. There's nothing to be sorry for," she said softly as she wiped his passion off her breasts with a large leaf. "I was teasing you too much. I have a friend who told me that younger guys get easily excited, so I should have known better. Besides, it takes time and experience before all of this fucking business-oh, I don't know what I'm saying. Sex is still pretty new to me, too. But let's get dressed and go back before you're late. We can try again some other time."
All the time that the girl was speaking, she was unaware of the gleam that had crept back into Billy's eyes. But, then, Lisa-Marie was also unaware of how beautiful and desirable she looked with her lithe, tan body and perfect curves as she sat there in the white light of the moon. Her firm thighs were slightly spread and the boy stared into her hidden womanhood with much curiosity. So far, all he had ever seen were pictures, and the real McCoy here was even better stimulation. He reached over and touched the little pink nub of flesh he could see poking out between the delicate cleft between her legs. His touch made Lisa-Marie jump, but before she could look him in the face, her eyes widened as she saw that his cock was, amazingly enough, rock-hard again.
Without a word, she lay down on the grass and spread her thighs far apart. Billy scrambled over the naked girl and made a vain attempt to pierce her sweet flesh. With a trembling hand, Lisa-Marie placed his cock into the opening of her moist cunt. The boy hesitated, and then slowly sheathed himself into his very first woman. Her cunt grasped his hot cock in a welcoming squeeze.
This feeling was just what she'd been yearning for and she quickly positioned herself so that her clitoris could get stroked by his cock as much as possible. She raised her shapely legs high into the air and undulated her pelvis in time to his thrusts. Billy performed very well this second time, impressing Lisa-Marie so much that, for the nonce, she was unable to tell him. Just as she had earlier wanted to, she wrapped her legs about his slender waist and clung tightly to him as he fucked her. His well-defined muscles bulged in his thin arms as he braced himself against the ground on either side of her head. As she felt her long-waited climax approaching, she closed her eyes and sighed blissfully as first one and then another wave of intense, complete satisfaction crashed over her. The timing was just right for, as the girl's tingling, post-orgasmic feeling began to subside, Billy grunted as another copious load of sperm blasted out of him.
"You little savage, you," murmured Lisa-Marie dreamily beneath him. She suddenly tensed up and exclaimed, "Hurry! You've got to get back to the kitchen!" Being a thoughtful seductress, Lisa-Marie went with him and helped him catch up with his work underneath the wrathful eye of the fat cook.
CHAPTER NINE
Lisa-Marie and Andrea were comparing notes at their weekly powwow in the midst of the crowds at Huntington Beach. As usual, Andrea had seen farracier action. Or at least Andrea was seeing far more variety, for Uncle J.T. often wandered on over to 'check up' on Lisa-Marie. There was one night she remembered with particular poignancy.
It had been a very hard day at work since she had had to prepare more rooms than usual due to some convention or other. So, after dinner, she had slipped out of her clothes and into a hot, foamy bubble-bath. She had her hair piled high atop her head, which accentuated the nice shape of her face. The heat from the water made her cheeks pinken. She sat and soaked in the water as she meditated on her nipples, which were poking out from the soapsuds. The bubble-bath was perfumed and she felt like some kind of Arabian princess.
The heat of the water drew out her ever-ready horniness so she was glad when she heard the front door open and Uncle J.T. call out, "Hello, kitten! Where are you?"
She had shouted out that she was taking a bath, which brought the handsome older man dashing in. "Ah!" he'd exclaimed as his eyes strained to see underneath the bubble-bath. He'd kneeled by the tub and had taken a washcloth and started to run it along her body. The combination of the heat from the water plus the feel of the washcloth moving over her breasts, along her stomach, thighs, and down into her cunt brought on a very strong surge of sensuality which Lisa-Marie had never before experienced. Usually when she was aroused, there was an almost harshly insistent aura that went hand in hand with the sexual feelings. But that night, she felt herself becoming very drunk with a liquid, erotic desire to be naughty. She was in no hurry to come as she wanted to be able to luxuriate in the pleasures of her hedonistic waves of lust.
As Uncle J.T. stroked her, she rubbed her smooth, wet body against his hand. Her green eyes were partially closed, while her lips were slightly parted. When he kissed her, her mouth was warm and inviting. Luckily, Uncle J.T. sensed that there was something different about Lisa-Marie that night. He pulled the plug and helped the naked girl out of the tub, foam and water running down her feminine curves. He patted her perfumed body with a towel as he studied her lovely nudity. She was quite open about letting him look at her, even seeming to him to enjoy displaying herself before him.
Uncle J.T.'s cock was bulging in his pants, but he also seemed to be in no special hurry to release his sexual tension. In a low voice he had asked her if she had something frilly to wear.
Lisa-Marie had immediately understood. She'd wrapped a towel around herself and had gone into her parents' bedroom for she had remembered something she had once found hanging in the back of her mother's closet-something which had deeply shocked her. It was the type of garment that some old-time burlesque queen would have worn. It was made out of red satin and trimmed with black lace. As Lisa-Marie pulled it on, she found it hard to believe that her mother probably wore the contraption for her father in the privacy of their mirror-lined bedroom. Which was another thing she hadn't really ever thought about-her parents had an awful lot of mirrors for people who seemed to be so uptight about sex. She turned and looked at her reflection in one of them. The red-satin undergarment was a kind of girdle-type affair which laced up the back. It only had half-brassiere cups so that her lovely round orbs were becomingly propped up but not covered. Her sweet pink nipples were large and spread out due to the hot bath, so she looked particularly whorish in the outfit. She had called to Uncle J.T. to come on into the room and help lace her up. He'd stood behind her and pulled the strings tight as she watched her small waist and curvy hips become even more alluringly defined. The red-satin lingerie ended several inches above her lightly -haired cunt. Garters hung down from it, so while Uncle J.T. sat on the edge of her parents' massive double-bed, Lisa-Marie pulled on a pair of her mother's good silk stockings. As she went back to the closet to put on a pair of her mother's spikiest high heels, Uncle J.T.'s eyes had watched her firm, well-rounded ass and the small amount of cunt hair he was able to see between her legs when she had bent over. She slipped the ultra-high heels on and then turned and struck a sexy pose. With her hair still piled high on top of her head, her large breasts jutting out and her cunt brazenly bare, she had really looked like a turn-of-the-century French whore.
Then they had just adapted themselves into a sort of impromptu play-acting with her pretending to be a very costly prostitute and him being the wealthy customer. "What would be monsieur's pleasure for this evening?" Lisa-Marie had haughtily asked as she stood before him in the outrageous getup. Uncle J.T. had, strangely enough, asked her to do some acrobatics, such as turning cartwheels and somersaults. For some reason, the way he looked at her as she performed these stunts was very exciting and almost frightening, for he seemed to have gone into a trance of lust-like she wasn't good old Lisa-Marie anymore but really was someone he was paying to pander to his sexual fantasies. So Lisa-Marie had done exactly as he had asked, her large, round breasts bouncing as she turned cartwheels, and her pink-slitted cunt appearing in a tantalizing flash between her long, firm legs.
He had also made her climb on top of a tall bureau and simply stand there with her legs far apart while he enjoyed the view of her exposed vagina and outward-thrusting breasts from below. All of this exhibitionism kept Lisa-Marie in a constant state of erotic arousal. She really liked to be looked at intimately. But then Uncle J.T. had embarrassed her by next requesting that she get onto the double bed and masturbate in front of him. She had at first balked at this for it was just too weird and, for some reason, she didn't want him to see how good she was at sexually stimulating herself. But he was adamant, even harsh, as he ordered her to obey him immediately.
So, feeling much shame and disgrace, Lisa-Marie had climbed down from the tall bureau (with Uncle J.T. not helping, just watching) and had gone over to lay down on the bed. He wouldn't let her slip off the spiked heels and he also wouldn't let her go and use her own bedroom since she felt strange about continuing this game in her parents' room.
Lisa-Marie never looked lovelier or more tempting than she did wearing that whorish outfit, with her creamy, pink-tipped orbs jutting upwards and her lightly -haired cunt so vulnerably exposed before him. She stroked her own breasts, as he had asked, and then had begun to toy with her own clitoris. It was very difficult, for she was already so turned on that the faintest stroke of her finger on her little nub of pleasure-flesh sent powerful waves of arousal wafting through her. She had initially been determined not to make herself come in front of the man, but once she touched her innermost womanly self, there just was no controlling herself. She closed her eyes and gave in to the wicked, electrified shocks of desire that she was giving herself and soon she had cried out as she had come, arching her back and tensing her lovely body. She had almost cried with embarrassment afterwards, but Uncle J.T. had been delighted. He had stayed in his role and had called her his 'naughty little girl' and had implied that she'd receive more for her shame. Then he'd made her give him a blow-job and had, right before coming, pulled out of her mouth and had shocked her by forcing her to let him fuck her up the butt. As he fucked her almost too-tight anus, she had found herself beginning to respond to the hot delight he was causing her. But then he came, leaving her with a nagging sense of being unsatisfied. Uncle J.T. was quick to guess that he'd left her in a lurch and so he had given her much pleasure by eating her pussy, licking at her cunt and stroking the insides of her thighs until she cried out her final orgasm for the evening, feeling totally spent and relaxed.
They had wound up their encounter by having a friendly cup of cocoa down in the kitchen.
"That's pretty good," remarked Andrea when her friend finished recounting her best-yet session with Uncle J.T. The two of them sat in silence for a while as they looked around Huntington Beach at all the tourists. Lisa-Marie felt good as the sun massaged her. She had on her daringest bikini of all-one which Andrea had had to talk her into buying. Her nipples were barely covered, and also the cut of the bikini top caused her breasts to be pushed up and together. Quite a few heads turned around to look at the two well-stacked girls as they sunbathed.
"There's Nigel and his snooty girlfriend," said Andrea casually. Her words caused Lisa-Marie's eyes to snap open and she looked frantically around to spot the blond college man. She saw Nigel and Nancy walk over to a bare patch of sand and spread out a towel. Nigel sat down, but the sleek, olive-skinned Nancy took off for the water with her boyfriend lovingly watching her every movement.
God, it makes me sick how devoted he seems to her, thought Lisa-Marie meanly to herself. Out loud she said, "Not only do I very rarely even see Nigel, since I'm working so much, but also every time I do spot him, he's with Nancy. They'll probably get married."
Andrea shrugged. "I don't know. Susie once told me that they argue all the time. Susie is the one who'll probably get married since she's never around anymore. She's always with her boyfriend." The busty girl cast a critical glance over at her friend. "Say, summer is almost over. When are you going to fuck Nigel?"
"Probably never," replied Lisa-Marie morosely. But she didn't really care about the handsome blond surfer-type anyway for she was still very obsessed with her gigolo.
"Chickening out? Breaking your vow to me?" Andrea arched her thick, dark eyebrows menacingly. "You should at least try. The worst that can happen is that he'll say 'no.' He's going to be flattered no matter what. You're not exactly repulsive, you know. Remember how much he seemed to be attracted to you out on that raft that first day? I say, go for it. Don't let me down. I've taken an awful lot of risks in approaching men and it seems like all you've done is sit back and let your pretty face and your tits do all the work."
Lisa-Marie felt a twinge of guilt because what her friend said was very true. She really hadn't taken any risks to her ego all summer long. "You're right. I've been an asshole," she admitted sheepishly. She looked back over to where Nigel was sitting. He had his back to her and he was still looking out to where Nancy was playing in the surf. His shoulders were very broad and by now he had acquired the dark tan she had always found so appealing. His dark-blond hair contrasted sexily against the brown of his skin. Yes, she was still very attracted to him. She felt her heart begin to flutter with terror when she realized that she was going to make herself just get up and go over and say 'hello' to him without any fanfare or further discussion about it. She had vowed she was going to try and, by God, she would. She'd rather try and fail than have Andrea taunt her for her wimpiness for the rest of her life.
"See ya," she said casually as she stood up and began to walk over to where Nigel was sitting. She heard Andrea give a low whistle of amazement. As she approached the young Adonis, she felt like she was going to have heart failure. It was just awful. The palms of her hands felt cold and sweaty and she suddenly felt like the geek of the century. All she could remember was how disdainfully he had always treated her throughout the years when she had had a hopeless crush on him. He was always the aloof, unobtainable fantasy figure. What the hell. She cleared her throat as she approached him in preparation for saying a casual 'hi.'
"Hello, Nigel." Luckily, her voice didn't come out in a squeak.
He looked up at the curvy girl. His blue eyes had little flecks of copper in them. Unusual. And his face immediately got an attentive cast to it. "Lisa-Marie," he drawled softly, and there was definitely a hint of flirtatiousness in his intonation. So far, so good. "Hello. I haven't seen you in a long time." His eyes lingered hungrily over her almost completely exposed bosom. And her breasts were much larger and plumper than Nancy's were. But so what?
Now what did she say? "Uh, I haven't seen your sister much lately. She's spending a lot of time with her fiance, I suppose." Lisa-Marie fidgeted. She felt awkward standing over Nigel, flaunting her body at him, as it were. But from the exuberant look on his face, he was really getting off on the prime piece of female flesh before his eyes. What a pig he was.
"Susie's off with her catch somewhere, yes," murmured Nigel.
Lisa-Marie had no idea what to say or do next. She looked over her shoulder at Andrea, who nodded her head encouragingly at her. She felt so dumb that all she wanted to do was get the absolute worst over with quickly and then just hightail it out of there. Then Andrea could console her and tell her how brave she'd been. Then Andrea would get the fuck off her back about all of this.
Lisa-Marie glanced out towards the ocean. She saw that Nancy had seen that she was conversing with her boyfriend and was swimming towards shore. So there was no time at all to waste. "Uh ... Nigel?"
"Yes?" Nigel shaded his eyes as he smiled up at her. He really did have nice teeth. "Well ... it's just that ... well," and then she said everything in a rush, "I've-always-had-thehots-for-you-and-if-you-ever-think-that-youmight-want-to-fool-around-just-let-me-know?Okay?-Okay.-Bye!" And she turned abruptly and stumbled her way back to the safety of her towel.
"I did it, Andrea. And it was terrible. Now don't ever mention Nigel to me again. I just want to forget that all of this ever happened." And she steadfastly refused to answer any of her friend's questions. She felt thoroughly mortified and she quickly gathered her things up and went home.
A few days later, however, Lisa-Marie's bravery got some results. Hand-delivered into the mailbox was an invitation to a party. Handwritten underneath the printed invitation was a note from Nigel which stated simply: "I'd really like it if you could attend this little festivity-Nigel."
Her heart beat out a quick rhythm of panic and triumph and she placed a quick phone call to Andrea who, of course, encouraged her to attend the party and kindly offered to go along and give on-the-spot moral support. So, a few nights later, Andrea came by in her parents' car and picked up an extremely nervous Lisa-Marie.
After much debate, Lisa-Marie had opted to wear a brassiere to the party, for the dress she had chosen was made out of such flimsy material that her breasts wagged this way and that whenever she moved. Also, she was scared to death of Nigel and what he would think if she were to flounce around braless. Supposing he'd only invited her to this party because he had felt sorry for her pathetic pitch for him? What if he'd told Nancy that she'd made a pass at him so that the olive-skinned woman would pity her?
But Andrea was in a fine mood. She looked very beautiful with her long, mahogany-colored hair hanging down her back, and she was wearing a tight cream-colored dress which she joked that she wouldn't have to worry about staining if she were to meet someone "nice" at the party. In an effort to snap Lisa-Marie out Of her coma of dread, she asked, "What is the easiest thing for a miser to part with?"
"I dunno," answered Lisa-Marie, in no mood for a dumb joke.
"His comb." Andrea sighed during the silence that followed this and soon had the car parked near the party house. "I wonder who lives here?" Neither of the girls had any idea whose party they were attending. But whoever's it was, they had to be plenty-rich tourists to have rented out this house because it was very extravagant. The girls had to flash their invitations to a tuxedo-clad butler before they were allowed to enter into the laughter and music-filled-mansion.
Lisa-Marie would have turned around and left immediately unless Andrea was there to grip her elbow and propel her forward. The people there looked like either preppie types or else successful business types. Actually these were the kind of people whom Lisa-Marie had been brought up to associate with. However, after working at the Barnaby all summer long, she had begun to prefer the more honest and unpretentious company of her fellow workers. She wasn't looking forward to an evening of polite one-upsmanship chitchat with strangers.
So far there was no sign of Nigel or Nancy, or, for that matter, much of anyone whom the two of them knew. It was mostly tourists. A balding man in a suit came up and began an inane conversation with Andrea. It was obvious from the way in which he was looking at the girls' huge breasts that all he wanted to do was to score with her. But Andrea rose to the challenge. This was one woman who really liked older men. Lisa-Marie watched forlornly from the sidelines as Andrea and the man danced to a tango-like tune.
"Here's my speciality," said a male voice, and Lisa-Marie turned and saw that she was being addressed by a dark, curly-haired man. He was offering her a chilled glass of something to drink. He seemed to be rather attractive and his brown eyes glittered like a friendly woodchucks', so Lisa-Marie accepted the drink with a smile. She was glad that someone was rescuing her from standing on the sidelines like a wallflower.
"My name's Mike. If you like the drink, will you put me on your 'dance card'?" He had a very sexy smile.
"On my 'dance card'? What a funny way of putting it, sure! Let's dance now," answered Lisa-Marie.
He looked delighted. "It's still a little bit early in the evening, but I'm game!" And he started to steer her toward the stairs leading to the second story.
"What? Aren't we going to dance?" she asked stupidly as she walked up the carpeted stairs with Mike right behind her. His response was to put his hand on her shapely ass and stroke her in a shockingly familiar fashion.
This was when Lisa-Marie caught on, but for some reason, she did not protest. This was like the acid test for her and she decided without hesitation to go through with it. She took a big gulp of the sweet drink Mike had initially handed her. "Is it all right for us to just go through these people's house?" she asked as he boldly walked down the upstairs hallway, holding her hand. To herself she thought, This guy sure is pushy!
But he dashed all of her anxieties on this matter when he informed her that this was his house. "I rent this place every summer. And at the end of the season I have a big orgy."
Lisa-Marie laughed as she didn't for a moment take what he'd just said seriously. And he was probably lying when he'd said that he was the one who could afford to rent this expensive place. But he was cute and he was going to be her one last casual fling before she had to go away to school. He led her into a bedroom with an absolutely massive bed in the center of it. It had an ostentatious fur bedspread on it. Over in one corner of the room, a fountain shot a decorative spray of water up into the air.
"You're a nice, sexy girl," he said amiably to her as he took her into his arms.
As Lisa-Marie kissed him, her mind wandered. She had to admit to herself that even though he was attractive, he just didn't have that certain special zing that got her roaring like a tiger. Even when he reached up and began to squeeze and caress one of her round breasts, she just didn't feel herself respond like she usually did when she was touched in such an erogenous way. Maybe her lack of arousal was due to the fact that she'd been kind of hoping to find herself at long last lying in Nigel's arms.
However, Mike seemed to be far from dead below the waist as his tongue probed her mouth with more and more eager ardor. And he moved his hands all over the young girl's body with total impunity. She could feel his heart beating very fast and he was panting in her ear. Not exactly her idea of blissed-out romance.
"Take your clothes off, baby," said Mike in a smooth effort to appear debonair. He went over and dimmed the lights and started up some soft mood music on the stereo. Lisa-Marie wanted to laugh, but she kept a straight face and simply started to strip. Mike also quickly doffed his clothes and she was very relieved to see that his cock was already erect so that she wouldn't have to do any work on it. But instead of coming right back over to the bed, Mike opened up the closet and took out an elaborate, medium-sized wooden box. He carted it eagerly back to the bed, holding it out to the young girl as if it contained some exquisite treasure.
"What's that?" asked Lisa-Marie as she demurely crossed her lusty legs when she saw that Mike was trying to catch a glimpse of her cunt.
"This, my dear, holds a few items which should make this the best night of your life!" he said pompously. As he fumbled for the clasp on the wooden box, Lisa-Marie sized him up dispassionately. He had nice arms and shoulders, but it looked as if he were ballooning out somewhat around his waist. She felt slightly depressed as she supposed that this would most likely be the first man who wouldn't be able to make her come. Andrea had already fucked a few men whom she'd realized just didn't have the right chemistry for her.
"Voila!" exclaimed Mike as he opened the box with a flourish and placed it between the two of them on the bed.
Lisa-Marie gazed inside of the wooden box with much curiosity. A strange, rather-Oriental perfume emanated out from it which she found to be very compelling. There were all sorts of strange baubles resting in velvet-lined cavities within the box. "What is all of this stuff?" she inquired as she reached out one finger and gingerly touched a rubber ring -lined with soft, flexible spikes.
"That's a cock ring, but I don't think I'll be needing it with one as attractive as you are. These are my love toys. I do a lot of traveling and I have a lot of friends in exotic places, so I pick up these gadgets from all around the world. I guarantee it-there will be at least one item in this box which will make you my little sex-slave!"
Lisa-Marie pointed at various esoteric items within the box and was cheerfully informed that they were dildoes (for various orifices), special lotions (one made by a Far Eastern family from some very rare plant that turned women into temporary nymphomaniacs), clasps and other items to give more pleasure to a man; herbs, ointments, a small musical instrument designed to give off a soundless note that activates sexual desire, plus handcuffs and a small, though deadly looking, whip. There was also an ancient-looking book which had very graphic drawings of various positions. "I've tried a lot of them. 'very ingenious. Perhaps you would like to pick something in here you'd like to try?"
Lisa-Marie took the moldly, leather-bound volume from Mike and listlessly opened it up at whim. She saw a picture of a woman tied spread-eagled to four posts so that she was suspended in mid-air. Positioned right behind the woman was a man who was likewise suspended. Apparently the coupling was accomplished by the man and woman swinging themselves back and forth in perfect unison so that the man's penis would be able to enter and exit the woman's vagina.
"Ah!" exclaimed Mike, smacking his lips. "I tried that one in Persia with a very lovely daughter of a very important man. It took us a long time to synchronize it, but it was quite worthwhile. Unfortunately, one of the servants observed us and reported the matter to the young lady's father. I was lucky enough to escape before, uh, her father ruined my ability to ever experience pleasure again, shall we say. Would you like to try that position? I have some ropes...."
Lisa-Marie quickly shook her head 'no' and closed the book. "I'm sorry," she aid, "I guess that I'm just not really in the mood. I think that I'm going to get dressed and go back down to the party."
But Mike smiled, undaunted, and grabbed her wrist. "Please-let me try and get you in the mood. I swear to you that there is something in that box that is going to drive you wild. It never fails. I once found something in there-here." He held up a strange, sort of large tuning-forklike device and flicked a hidden switch on it. The tuning fork began to hum as it vibrated. "There was this one very attractive lady in Sweden who assured me that she had had the very best of men try and please her in bed, but that it just wasn't possible for her to have an orgasm and that was that. She was totally resigned to her fate. Well, I rose to the occasion, as it were, and tried all sorts of things on her. Love lotions, herbs, dildoes, and so on. She just lay there and sighed and told me to just satisfy myself and let her go back to reading her book. Well, that made me mad, so I decided to try this little baby inside her." He waved the tuning fork around. "I put one end up her vagina and the other end up her ass and switched it on. Then I put these little vibrating clips over her nipples. Next I put this really spicy ointment directly on her clitoris and then I took this little bellows device," he held the contraption under discussion up for Lisa-Marie to see, "and started pumping a regular stream of air on her cunt."
Lisa-Marie's sweet mouth dropped open. "My God-it sounds as if you're a regular one-man band. What does that spicy ointment have to do with the bellows thing, though?"
"Well, the spices act to stimulate the clitoris, to set up a tingling sensation. The blasts of air serve to quicken the reaction, to cause the ointment to hurry up and draw out the arousal. It's sort of a last ditch thing to apply to a woman because the stuff just turns women into sex-starved maniacs for an hour or so." Mike fumbled in the wooden box and pulled out a small bottle which had bizarre, foreign writing etched into the glass. "This is it."
Lisa-Marie stared hungrily at the bottle. The ointment was disappointing in appearance as it was kind of a translucent white. Big deal. "So what happened with this woman who'd never had an orgasm?"
Mike smiled. "She had an orgasm, all right. She actually screamed when she came. I had managed to unleash the whole backlog of orgasms she had pent-up inside her gorgeous body. I mean, you're very pretty and desirable, but this woman was a goddamn goddess. Alabaster breasts, teardrop-shaped asscheeks...."
"That's okay," interrupted Lisa-Marie a touch peevishly. The last thing a person wants to hear in a romantic situation is how great someone else was. She took the bottle of spicy ointment from Mike and studied the writing at a closer angle. "What language is this?"
"Oh, that's Tzenichozian. Avery small group of people speak it in Malaysia. I predict that within ten years the language will be spoken only by anthropologists who are trying to show off to other anthropologists." He reached his hand out to take the bottle back, but Lisa-Marie edged away from him.
"I want to try this stuff," she said resolutely. She figured that if it could make a woman who couldn't have orgasms have an orgasm, then it should drive her absolutely wild with pleasure. She started to unscrew the cap when Mike made a grab for the bottle. However, the young girl was too quick for him and she bounded across the room where she huddled, naked in the corner, and snarled at the perplexed man like some wild animal.
"Be careful! That stuff is very powerful. You don't know what you're doing!" sputtered Mike as he stretched his arms imploringly towards Lisa-Marie. He slowly approached her, his cock now limp.
The young girl defiantly undid the cap and got a small amount of ointment on her fingertip and then quickly applied it to her clitoris. Nothing. She smirked and thought, He didn't want me to use it 'cause he didn't want me to find out that his story was pure bullshit designed to impress some naive powder puff. She then screwed the cap back on and walked back over to the bed and handed the bottle over to the wide-eyed man. "What else do you have in that box?" she asked flippantly.
Mike continued to stare at her, which she found to be both amusing and irritating. She was just about to start getting dressed so she could rejoin the party when the first punch of sexual energy zapped her. "Oh!" She stared back at Mike while she experienced it. It felt almost as if a balloon of desire had been slowly and steadily blown up inside her pelvis, and then burst so that she had actually had a kind of slow-motion, star-studded climax while merely sitting on the edge of the bed.
Mike exhaled some air noisily. "Well, you've gone and done it. I may as well just go back to the party. You're not gonna need a man for a good hour or so now." He started to stand up when Lisa-Marie hurled herself at him full-force. She couldn't understand what was happening to her, but all she knew was that she wasn't about to let this adorable little man and his lovely cock leave her alone now.
Lisa-Marie exited from Mike's room and considerately closed the door softly behind her so as not to disturb the exhausted and many-times-spent man. She had experienced so many orgasms within the last hour that she felt as if she had been blasted off planet Earth and gone into orbit. She wasn't so sure if she thought that the exotic ointment was such a good idea because she still felt embarrassingly horny.
What I'll do, she thought, is collect Andrea and get her to take me home so I can just masturbate until this stuff wears off Luckily, she knew that she had reached the peak of intensity with the love ointment and that she was finally starting to coast downhill.
As she trotted down the stairs to the living room, she was greeted by a shocking sight which she at first thought she was hallucinating due to the ointment. She found that the majority of the once-tuxedoed men and exquisitely dressed women were now either partially or totally naked. She stopped in the doorway and rubbed at her eyes for she had never seen so many people naked all at once before. Since the music was blaring, no one was really talking. Instead, couples were busily engaged in varying degrees of sexual intimacy. For a couple of minutes, Lisa-Marie watched with much fascination as a very petite woman crawled around the room on all fours giving mini blow-jobs to all of the unoccupied penises she came across. Finally, some man grabbed hold of the woman, rolled her over on her back, and proceeded to fuck her most energetically.
It seemed as if Lisa-Marie wasn't the only one who was overwhelmed by all of the carnal groping, for there was quite a few men who seemed unable to decide which woman they wanted. They'd grab first a medium-sized breast, drop it when-saythey saw a huge breast, and then drop that when a perfect nipple happened to catch their eye. It was a totally unorganized free-for-all and there was so much flesh exposed that it was difficult for the young girl to be able to figure out for certain which limb belonged to which person.
If only I'd known-I'd have come downstairs much sooner, she thought as she scanned the room. Her green eyes came to rest on Andrea. Her friend had a man suckling on each of her mammoth breasts while a third man was passionately applying his tongue in between her widely splayed thighs. Andrea's eyes were closed and she looked as though she was in ecstasy. Small wonder. Once again Andrea was far outdistancing Lisa-Marie in the sexual arena.
Lisa-Marie spotted a rather attractive older man who was gently rubbing his excited penis as he forlornly watched the antics of a young boy and a blonde girl who had strange but cute breasts which were small and thin and jutted out at a very severe, awesome angle.
I may as well go over and introduce myself ... she thought, starting to approach the solitary man, when she caught a glimpse of broad shoulders and blond hair. "Nigel!" She froze at the sight of the big-man-on-campus for he was totally naked. His buttocks were small and cream-colored where his swim trunks covered them. He was resting on his side with his magnificently muscled back facing Lisa-Marie. He idly scratched one leg with his foot and the young girl's libido was resparked at the sight of his long, lean limbs moving so that she saw, for a heavenly second, his balls.
"This is it. Go for it," she whispered to herself as she picked her way across the room towards her prey. She wasn't surprised to see that he was engaged in conversation with Nancy. The olive-skinned beauty lounged sensuously next to Nigel. It was apparent that she was enjoying displaying her curves for her lover as she stretched lazily, causing her compact, round, and dark-nippled breasts to assume an enticing shape.
Lisa-Marie was dismayed to see her adversary, but her desire to experience the Adonis Nigel once and for all plus her vow to Andrea spurred her onward. She wasn't exactly sure what she was going to do until she actually did it. She skirted around Nancy, who was totally oblivious to her presence, and stood facing the blond man. Nigel's blue eyes pierced her and she saw the spark of interest which was immediately ignited within them. But he then discreetly fixed his eyes on his girlfriend, obviously indicating to the young seductress that this was bad timing.
A sort of anger began to burn within Lisa-Marie. I've waited too long for you, Nigel, she thought, and hiked her dress up and slipped off her lacy panties. Then she merely stood there with her dress pulled up until Nigel snuck one more look up at the light-brown-haired girl. The tender cleft of her cunt visibly shook him and his cheeks flushed. Lisa-Marie then let her dress drop back down and, without a backwards look, she turned and left the room.
Nigel almost immediately overtook her in the foyer. "Wait-Lisa-Marie!" he called to her sotto voce. He clasped her by the shoulders, absolutely delighting the young girl as at long last she was in his arms. She smiled up at him and then looked down at his flaccid cock. Without hesitating, she grasped his maleness in her hand and felt it respond to her touch instantaneously. "Oh," he gasped as the soft hand breathed fire into him. "Listen," he explained breathlessly, with a quick glance back over his shoulder, "I liked what you said to me at the beach a lot. I've been wanting to make it with you, but I have Nancy and ... well, I thought that she was going to be on a plane tonight, but she decided to stay on for a few more days. Well, so I was wondering if you'd like to get together in a few days?" He winced as Lisa-Marie's patient hand gave his cock an excruciatingly pleasureable squeeze.
"I would like to say yes, Nigel," she murmured huskily, "but there's just one problem."
"What's that?" asked Nigel, his legs beginning to tremble.
Lisa-Marie's pouting lips parted as she raised her head to kiss him. At the same time, she pulled her dress up once more and pressed her cunt against his fully erect manhood. Nigel eagerly accepted her kiss, and his hands grasped her buttocks. "I would like to say 'yes' to seeing you in a few days," she repeated when the kiss ended, "but I just can't wait that long. I want you now!" And in so saying, she sank down to the carpeted floor and pulled him down on top of her. He ran his hands over her breasts but he didn't bother to take the time to unbutton her dress and expose them. She spread her firm, tan thighs wide-apart, inviting him to enter her silken-haired cunt.
"This is what I've needed," she half-thought, half-spoke as his cock penetrated her, sending an unmerciful amount of stimulation directly to the very core of her. She threw her arms around his neck and held on as he ground his hard body into her groin. Their thighs rubbed together, and wherever her flesh met his, there existed that rare, tingling feeling which clearly indicated that they were a good sexual match for one another.
Lisa-Marie fiercely parried with his thrusts, causing him to sigh as her cunt tightened about his cock. She strained to be able to touch him as much as possible, her hands freely roaming down his back and over his butt. His skin felt smooth to her touch, almost like a baby's. As she felt her climax approach, she began to suck on his neck. She could tell that she was in for a whopper as several spasms shook her, preparing her for the major earthquake. As she came, she arched her back violently, almost knocking Nigel off-balance, but he gamely managed to hang on to the young girl. Her tight cunt made his cock unleash its load of sperm in several long bursts.
As they lay there, unceremoniously locked together, Lisa-Marie felt exhausted. "Goodnight," she managed to say before slipping down into sleep. Nigel picked her up, took her upstairs, and deposited her on a bed in an unoccupied room, taking care to throw a blanket over her.
"If I can help it," he told the blissfully sleeping girl before leaving, "I will be seeing you in a few days!"
CHAPTER TEN
The last week of summer. Lisa-Marie was expecting her parents home within a matter of days with mixed feelings. Also, with mixed feelings, she was facing her last day at the Barnaby Hotel. "I won't miss cleaning the toilets, though, that's for sure," she remarked to a bemused Andrea. What she didn't tell Andrea, however, was that she felt she would go nuts and become permanently obsessed with the gigolo, James, unless she could sleep with him just once. The reason she didn't talk to Andrea about him was that her friend had tried several more times for the handsome man, only to be rebuffed. Therefore, James was rather a sore subject with Andrea. Happily, though, Lisa-Marie had totally redeemed herself in her friend's eyes by the fact that she had so aggressively seduced Nigel.
I can't believe that summer's over with, she thought glumly as she stepped off the bus and began the short walk to the Barnaby. The warm morning sun felt good, but it did absolutely nothing to cheer up the forlorn girl. "Fuck everything," she mumbled to herself.
There, as usual, was James, sitting at the outside table at the Vienna Cafe. He was scanning the newspaper and sipping at his coffee with the remains of his breakfast growing cold in front of him. And, as usual, Lisa-Marie's stomach flip-flopped at the sight of him: those broad shoulders and the wavy, sun-bleached light-brown hair! He was too incredible and, for the millionth time, she halfway seriously debated on whether or not to go over to him and find out what it would cost her to fuck him.
She hesitated. "Why not? What have I got to lose? He already knows that I was getting-off while he was servicing Mrs. Pratt, so it's no secret that I'm attracted to him." She chewed on her full lower lip and then resolutely began to walk over to him. He looked up as she approached and his deep-blue eyes locked with her green ones with frightening intensity. The young girl felt like she was moving toward a lion. Just then, a thin and very spry older woman came dancing over to James' table.
"There you are, Jamey! I was hoping to see you! I need an escort today-all day. Oh, please say that you have no previous engagement! You know that ... I can take very good care of you!" The woman clasped the gigolo's arm, her yellowed teeth bared in a death-skull grin.
James turned towards the woman, but, very surprisingly, he glanced back to where Lisa-Marie had halted. Feeling like it just wasn't meant to be, the pretty girl shrugged her shoulders, gave a curt, slight bow and then quickly departed for her last day of work.
She felt so downhearted that she didn't engage in her favorite kind of work-break, masturbating in an empty guest room. She'd been playing a private game with herself wherein she had wanted to see if she could manage, by the end of summer, to get-off in every single guest room in the hotel. She'd come close, but no cigar.
Billy, the kitchen boy, had approached her around noon and had asked if she wanted "to do it" one more time. She'd slowly shook her head 'no' and had explained that she was too depressed to be able to make it worth his while. It was kind of funny, but the head manager, Mr. Jones, started sniffing around her, insinuating very openly that he wouldn't mind having an encore to the first day she had worked at the Barnaby. Lisa-Marie had sneered at him. Coward, she'd thought. Now that she was leaving he wasn't afraid of her jeopardizing his job. What a jerk!
Theresa noticed that her favorite worker wasn't her usual lively self. "What's the matter, honey?"
So Lisa-Marie explained to the Oriental woman that she just could hardly stand the thought of never being able to at least touch James. Theresa nodded her head sagely. She understood.
Later on that day, Lisa-Marie was watering the plants in the lobby when Theresa walked up to her and said very loudly, thoroughly surprising and embarrassing the girl. "So, today's your last day here, huh? You're gonna soon be leaving for college, right? We'll miss you, Lisa-Marie. We'll miss you!" And then Theresa had slapped Lisa-Marie on the back and, without another word, had stalked off.
"Why was she talking so loudly?" the young girl puzzled aloud as she went out to the veranda to water the potted plants there. Weird. She suddenly became aware that someone had approached her and was standing right behind her and so she whirled around.
"Excuse me," said James softly with his charming, slight French accent. "I couldn't help but overhear that you are leaving today?"
Lisa-Marie stared up at him open-mouthed. Well, this explains Theresas behavior. She felt her knees turn to jelly for her attraction to him was very powerful. The sexual feelings just seemed to be zinging out from him, causing her whole body to become a slave to desire. He was the epitome of the kind of man who aroused her.
He had asked her a question and she tried to rouse herself out of the trance enough to be able to respond somewhat intelligently. "Yes. I leave for college very soon." She felt like such a fool standing there, holding that damn watering can when all she wanted to do was hold him.
"James! There you are. I wondered where you had wandered off to. Come on, let's go! I have a lot of places I want to see today!" The same thin older woman placed her hand in a proprietary fashion on James' arm. She didn't even acknowledge Lisa-Marie's presense.
"Sara, please forgive me. However, something very important has come up and I'm afraid that I cannot escort you today. I beg your understanding!" He squeezed the hand on his arm and then said very firmly, "Please excuse me now." And after a few futile attempts on her part to change his mind, the woman slumped off.
Lisa-Marie held her breath, hardly daring to hope. James smiled a tender smile down at her, his white teeth working their magic on her. "I am James. You are Lisa-Marie. It's high time we met officially." He reached his strong, long-fingered hand out to her and firmly grasped her small hand. At his touch, she felt herself tremble slightly. He did not let go of her hand. "I think that, perhaps, since this is your last day of work, they will not mind if you leave early?"
Lisa-Marie smiled exuberantly and set down the watering can. She could hardly believe what he was saying. Still holding her hand, he led her down the veranda steps and over towards a small sports car. Just when she had settled herself in the car, a horrible thought suddenly struck her and she turned to him. "James-how much?"
"Pardon?" He backed the car out and aimed it for the highway.
"How much ... how much do you charge?" she asked timidly.
He opened his mouth in amazement, said, "Mon dieu! For you-nothing!" and then started to laugh for a good five minutes. Lisa-Marie couldn't see how he could laugh and drive the car so well at the same time. And she didn't see what was so funny. Finally he stopped laughing and said, "All right. So you do know about me." He turned the car onto a side street and pulled up in front of a cottage and stopped the auto. But all he did then was get out and lead her into the nicely decorated little house. After shutting the door, he gripped her hard by the shoulders and said, "I vowed to have nothing to do with the pretty chambermaid. Every summer, I put aside my own desires and concentrate on making my fortune with my special clients. The rest of the year I allow myself my pleasures. But this time-I just want you very badly. I've been watching you whenever I've been able to. What I like best about you is that you seem to be so totally unaware of how beautiful you are." And in so saying, he began to kiss her, their tongues initiating the intimacy about to occur. He pulled the soft girl up close to his hard body, giving her a sense that she was sinking into total sexual abandonment. She melted against him, her lush breasts pressed against his broad chest.
He stopped the kiss and swept her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom to place her on a small double-bed. He immediately undid the buttons on her uniform, causing her full, firm, upward-tilting breasts to come spilling out into his cupped hands. He licked her nipples, creating flames of lust in her. She gripped his shoulders and moaned as he paid tribute to her naked breasts. As he moved up and kissed her neck and shoulders, she began to unbutton his white shirt, sliding her hands inside it. Their skin sizzled together and it was pure sin when they finally had their naked bodies touching. As his long fingers delighted her cunt, she thought, This is it-this is the ultimate experience! They moved well together as his cock plunged deeply within her tight cunt. He knew just how to please a woman, for everywhere he touched her-her earlobe, the back of her neck, her inner thighs-he caused her the most exquisite pleasure. She came several times, as did he, and as she lay in his arms afterwards, she just couldn't quite believe what had just happened. Rapture. She explored every part of his body just to make sure he was real.
Before drifting off to sleep, she idly wondered whatever she would do if her first assignment in college was to write an essay on "How I Spent My Summer Vacation."
