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 Enjoy!  Though it was a quickie, I'll do many more.

   A Fateful Evening

   A hot and humid day it was in British Columbia, where I was visiting for
a month.  I am 6'3" with dark blond hair, blue eyes, an athletic body from
playing baseball and sailing, and I was here to have a good time.  But
first I had to find somewhere to stay, as it would be too expensive to live
in a hotel for a month.  I had just checked the mail at the front desk when
someone tapped my shoulder.

   "Excuse me sir, but I have this for you," said a young Indian boy.  He
handed me a folded sheet of white paper in exchange for a fiver.

   I opened it up, and it was a reply to my newspaper ad asking about a
place to stay.  The author wrote that the house was 3 stories high, 6
bedrooms, 4 bathrooms, and a basement.  The author also wrote that it would
be good for me to help keep the house while I'm there.  Oh, and I was to be
there at 7:00 PM sharp tonight.  I thought, hmm, it would be neat to stay
there, and I wonder who owns it?

   Ding-dong dong chime chime rang the doorbell as I waited nervously for
the expansive 4 wood door to open.  It slid effortlessly open on well-oiled
hinges, opened by a stunningly beautiful woman.  She had a tight white
mini-dress on which showed her expansive cleavage, and her long brown hair
was in some fancy hair-do.  Her hazel eyes examined my body with a twinkle
in them, and an approving smile on her lips.

   "Come in, come in," she said in a husky voice.  I got harder as I
watched the sensual sway of her hips as she led me up a spiral staircase,
while showing me her tanned, smooth legs.  She led me to an expansive room,
with a huge bathroom, king size bed, and many art sculptures.  "And by the
way, you could call me Lindsay, Lindsay Anderson actually," Lindsay said.

   I'll call you anything you want I said to myself.

   "Oh Joseph, what do you do?" She asked seductively.

   "I am a masseuse slash hotel owner.  I'm scouting the place for a new
hotel, while checking out future clientele," I replied.  (In real life, I'm
not a hotel owner, though it is my goal.)

   She had cocked her eyebrow when I said masseuse, and said, "my back has
been sore lately, and so have my legs and stomach, do you think you could
work out the kinks?"



   Immediately naughty images flashed through my brain, and so, "Sure, I
can help you.  But I need a room you use to relax in, many candles and
incense, and yourself of course."

   I walked into a dim room and smelled the citrus incense and saw a naked
Lindsay face down on a low couch, actually a long padded bench.  I had to
take my shirt and pants off because I had started to sweat, so I put on
some running shorts.  I poured a liberal amount of oil onto my hands and
slowly massaged Lindsay's smooth back.  She moaned in contentment while I
groaned inwardly in lust.  After about 15 minutes of small talk with
Lindsay, I moved down her lower back and massaged her tight buttocks,
giving me a quick look at a moist spot underneath her legs.  I smiled as I
massaged her, because I knew what would happen soon.  Laboriously I moved
down her thighs, then calves, then her feet and her foot soles, then I bade
her to turn over.  Lindsay's hot, literally hot body glistened in the
candlelight from the oil I had rubbed into her skin.  She had her eyes
closed, and her breasts moved gently up and down as she breathed.  I
massaged oil into her shins, then knees, then thighs, now I was on the best
part, her hips.  I had her spread her legs slightly, giving me a view of
her sopping wet pubic hair shaved straight down, so it was like a V, with
no hair between the two leading edges, but hair on the edges.  I could
barely see her pinkness, but that would change.  After massaging her
stomach and hips, I began to massage lower and lower until I was massaging
her pubic area.  She threw her head back and said huskily, "don't stop,
lick me, lick me." I couldn't refuse such a lady, so I stuck my tongue in
her as far as I could go, and then began to search for her clit.  She
smelled musky, and she tasted faintly of oranges.  I began licking and
flicking her clit as I felt her body shudder in joy.  Reluctantly I had to
remove my self from the fun, because I had yet to feel her firm breasts.

   Lindsay's dark areolas and nipples were swollen, and they just begged me
to suck them, so I did.  She moaned louder, so I again had to stop pleasing
her, but this time I easily picked her up and carried her to the bed.  I
moved into position on top of her, and slowly sank myself inside her
vagina. We began to move our hips in unison as we fervently kissed each
other like we had come up for air after we were drowning.  I pushed deep
inside her and came explosively, spraying her vaginal walls with creamy
sperm, then I collapsed on top of her, and we both fell into a dreamless
sleep.

   I appreciate feedback sent to commandersilvester777@yahoo.com.  Keep in
mind this was the first section of a series, only I had to do it quickly,
as in 1 hour in order to send it to the real life Lindsay A.