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 Author: Jack Spratt
Title: Jack Spratt's Blindsided
Summary: Don is the author of his own misfortune.  Volunteering for an
assignment wasn't the brightest thing he has done.  What starts out as a
total screw up, ends on a very high note!  It has something to do with a
girls' basketball team, and two young teens; Jayden and Chi make the trip
worthwhile.
Keywords: M/f/f con

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   Date of first publication: Friday PM, September 21, 2007
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   Story Intro: Don is the author of his own misfortune.  Volunteering for
an assignment wasn't the brightest thing he has done.  What starts out as a
total screw up, ends on a very high note!  It has something to do with a
girls' basketball team, and two young teens; Jayden and Chi make the trip
worthwhile!  ************************************************************.

   Blindsided

   Another Story By

   Jack Spratt



   Special thanks to Phil Gorman 2014 for his expertise in re-editing and
proofing.  *************************************************************
There is nothing in life that I enjoy more than a two hour layover at
O'Hara in Chicago; other than, perhaps, a double root canal.  This is
another wonderful by the logistics department of my employer; they caught
me unaware, blindsided.  The urge to kill comes to mind every time I think
of them.

   ************** **************** ***********************

   It all started out innocently enough; there were a number of interesting
postings on the job board: one was in Milwaukee.  Since I was currently
available, with nothing on my plate, I thought, "What the hell?  I will
volunteer for it." Dumb!  The clues were there, screaming at me.  The
manager nearly fell out of her chair when I mentioned my interest.  The
size of the travel allowance should have set the alarms off!  The company
is very generous, and the amount was more than ample; but, still I
blundered through the minefield of clues oblivious to the potential
screw-ups.  Like an unguarded quarterback, I didn't see it coming, I was
blindsided.

   Leaving the office, plane ticket in hand, I actually felt good about the
assignment.  My flight was at seven thirty Monday morning.  Little did I
realize all the tribulations that faced me!

   **************** ***********************************

   Now, a little about myself: My name is Don Parsons.  I'm fifty-two, am a
widower and an empty a nester; my children are all over the country.  My
job is my family now.  I work in the technology industry, a job that,
usually, is not demanding, allowing me much time to myself; I love my
private time at home and at the cottage.  My home is large for my needs;
but, after twenty-three years, it is very comfortable; besides, it is paid
for.  Currently between soulful partners, as my interests tend to be
towards the younger females, I am very careful whom I flirt.  Many mature.
female acquaintances enjoy my company.  So, I am never desperate; but,
being male, I am always looking.

   ************************************************** I spend a major part
of my weekend gathering the necessary items for the trip.  The assignment
should be completed in five days, assuming all goes well; I should be home
late Friday evening.  From prior experience, I always pack three extra days
of clothing.  Not being familiar with the client's hardware, it could mean
a complete upgrade and, perhaps, the items will have to be shipped in,
requiring a longer stay.  Like the Boy Scouts, it pays to "Be Prepared."

   Monday started out great.  We had the worst thunderstorm in ten years;
it had me wondering if it could possibly be an omen of what is to come.  As
a result of the storm, traffic was down to a crawl.  Finally finding a
parking spot at the airport, I realize it would have been more prudent to
have taken a taxi, considering the distance to the boarding area.

   But, the worst was yet to come: going through security.  I realize
Monday morning is not the time to take a flight.  Not only are all the
regular commuters in line but most of them are damp from the deluge;
tempers are just a little on edge.  Attempting to keep my cool, I follow
the sheep to the x-ray area, removing my shoes, etc, and putting it all in
the tray provided.  Then, when I walk through the arch all hell breaks
loose!  Talk about getting everybody's attention!  The security guards have
their hands on their weapons; one takes a wand to me and cautiously
examines every inch of my body.  Nothing!  They then escort me to the arch
again and have me walk through the second time.  Nothing!  Everyone seems
to heave a sigh of relief and I am allowed to enter the inner sanctum. 
After twenty minutes, I locate my airline and the correct waiting area for
my flight.  There are twenty minutes until boarding.

   As if I haven't had enough excitement today, I notice twenty of my
fellow travelers are young girls: all of them are Chinese and all of them
are wearing their school colors.  I am able to glean from their
conversations that they are going to a basketball tournament.  Lucky me! 
The word quiet is not in their vocabulary.  Any thoughts of having a
relaxing four-hour trip are gone out the window; the plane couldn't be big
enough to have any distance needed from this group of girls.  The only
positive thing is that all the girls that pass by my seat in the waiting
area have beautiful faces.  It is difficult to assess their bodies in the
getups they are wearing, mostly school jackets and those large school
crested sweaters that some enjoy wearing in spite of the heat.

   Finally, our flight is called and lining up, like good little children,
we slowly board the plane.  The unit is a mid-size with three seats on each
side of the isle.  Mine is 14B, a middle seat.  After stowing my carryon, I
sit and wait.  Not three seconds after getting comfortable, a young Chinese
face is looking at me: she is 14C, the window seat.  Standing up, allowing
her to pass, her hair brushes my face.  The scent she emits is shampoo and
perfume and, even this early in the morning, my John Thomas reacts.  Maybe
this trip will have some defining moments; wishful thinking.

   Finally, movements of the passengers are complete and the plane seems to
be at capacity.  For those of you that fly, you know the routine; the
flight attendant goes through the same boring speech, first about no
smoking, then about the life preservers and oxygen masks.  My young seat
buddy is all ears as she hangs on every word.  Finally, the seat belt sign
comes on.  Already buckled in, I watch the young lady's frustration build
as she attempts to get her belt to secure.

   "Can I help?"

   "Please."

   "I will have to touch you, so please don't start yelling rape."

   She looks at me with her large, brown, drowning pool eyes, concentrating
on my words, and then it hits her, a devastating smile appears.

   "I promise I won't yell."

   Grabbing both parts of the belt, I join the two at her hip.  Her body is
very warm.  It was necessary to lean over her to do this; and, as I do, her
scent has me wanting more, even at this ungodly hour!  My wish is she
doesn't notice my small tent.  Once secured, she wiggles a bit.

   "Thank you for helping me.  This is my first flight."

   "You have nothing to worry about.  They usually don't crash on first
flights."

   Again, her eyes are like a deer caught in the headlights and then she
gives me that disarming smile again.

   "That is not nice."

   "Just relax.  Once we are in the air, it is like riding in a car."

   We hear the engine come to life while the pilot tests the wing flaps. 
The noise reverberates throughout the cabin and this gets a nervous look
from my seat mate.

   "Nothing to worry about; just sit back and relax.  Any loose parts will
have fallen off before we take off."

   Again, the look of concern and then she realizes I am kidding; she gives
me a dirty look, then smiles.

   Finally, we taxi to the takeoff area and wait to be cleared; she watches
as other planes take off before us.  Eventually, our plane moves forward
and then we can feel the breaks engaged as the engines roar.  The torque
can be felt throughout the plane as the vibration has the unit shaking;
then, the rush forward.  She grabs my arm and squeezes as she watches the
runway through the window.  Slowly, the plane leaves the tarmac and we feel
the rush as we climb.  All through this experience she never lets go. 
Finally, we level off.  She heaves a sigh of relief and then realizes she
has been hanging on to my arm.

   "I am sorry!  As I had mentioned, this is my first flight and I didn't
know what to expect."

   "You did fine, and my arm will regain its circulation before we land."

   Again, the look of confusion, then she realizes I am joking.

   "Since we have become so close, we should introduce ourselves.  I am
Jayden Kimura, basketball player."

   "Pleased to meet you, Miss Kimura.  I am Don Parsons, computer expert in
software and viruses."

   "Where are you going, Mr.  Parsons?"

   "Milwaukee.  We have a client with major server problems.  Don to the
rescue."

   "We will be flight mates; our team is also going to Milwaukee as part of
a tournament, we will be there for the week returning Sunday."

   "If all goes well on my assignment I should be returning Friday, but I
am not counting on it."

   This starts a conversation that last nearly an hour.  Jayden is
fourteen, plays center for her club.  She is from a family of five: Two
sisters, one younger at thirteen and the other older at fifteen; neither
play basketball, she is the only athlete of the three.  This is the first
time she has been away from home on her own.  The only reason she is
allowed to accompany the team is that the coach is a friend of her mother.

   Jayden's hair is a very dark brown, nearing black; it is shoulder
length, currently in a pony tail that flips each time she moves her head.
Finally, she opens her jacket, displaying just the beginnings of breasts.
She is not a big girl; but, I can only assume she is well toned if she
plays basketball.  Her sports slacks give no hint of her legs, thighs or
bum, being they are that loose fitting type, which seems to be favored by a
number of athletes.

   Her voice has a musical ring to it.  I love watching the movement of her
gloss-coated lips.  They appear just right for kissing.  All the while we
are talking, her closeness and scent keeps me semi erect.  It takes will
power to keep John Thomas from joining the chat.  Then, the snap of the com
system gets our attention.

   "Good morning, I am John Travers, captain of this flight.  Thank you for
using our airline.  We are about to enter some turbulence and, possibly, a
thunderstorm.  We are attempting to climb above it; however, there is
nothing to worry about.  For your safety, please make sure your seat belt
is fastened.  The turbulence may last up to an hour.  Thank you."

   The seat belt light comes on.  Jayden attempts to attach her belt
without success again and then looks at me with her beautiful eyes pleading
for assistance.

   "I promise I won't yell rape."

   Again, Don to the rescue!  Reaching over her to make sure her belt is
secure, I feel her soft hip.  The cabin lights dim and the constant murmur
of voices that was present before seems to have dissipated as everyone
awaits the turbulence.  Suddenly, the plane does a slight veer to the
right.

   Jayden grabs my hand and squeezes.

   "You have nothing to worry about.  This happens now and then.  It's just
cross winds in the atmosphere that seem to move the plane; they don't last
too long."

   She wasn't convinved and didn't let go of my hand.  Her hand is so soft
and tiny compared to my mitt.  Giving her a slight squeeze gets a smile. 
The next encounter causes the plane to dip sharply about two feet.  Jayden
digs her nails into my hand.  The next one really has her frightened as she
takes my hand and puts it between her legs and grabs my arm, pulling
herself against me.  My hand is against her pubes; the heat and moisture
permeates her slacks.  I want to explore, but don't dare.  Jayden has not
given me any suggestion that she is slightly interested in old men.  It is
difficult to keep my hand at her pussy and not moving it.  My small finger
is between two sizable luv lips.  What I wouldn't give to do a little
exploring.  Then, she squeezes my hand with her thighs.  That did not help
me at all!  Dare I do anything?

   While daydreaming of making love to this beautiful, young Chinese girl,
with my hand touching heaven, the plane levels off and resumes it smooth
journey.  Jayden takes a moment to realize the change; then she realizes
she has my hand in a death grip next to her pussy.  It is hard to tell when
a Chinese girl blushes; but, from the additional heat on my hand, I assume
she is.  She releases me and looks down, obviously embarrassed.

   "Please, forgive me, I was so frightened and nothing seems to bother
you."

   If she only knew how much feeling her pussy bothered me.  Not in the
sense she is referring to; but, just attempting to be a gentleman in her
time of need.

   "Nothing to forgive; I believe in the philosophy of not worrying about
something I can't control.  I just think of something pleasant until things
go back to normal."

   "I wish I could do that.  I am not very brave."

   "Don't say that!  You are flying, are you not?  You didn't scream and
make a fool of yourself; so, just think of that as being as brave as you
can at this time.  It will get easier as you do it more and more."

   "Thank you.  You are a nice person."

   Jayden looks down, which gives me the opportunity to slowly bring the
hand that had been close to her to my nose, giving anyone who is watching
the impression I am just rubbing; but, the bouquet of her perfume, and
obvious female scent, has me more than semi erect.  Her scent is something
that could easily become addictive, given the opportunity.  Jayden sits
silent for a good half hour, lost in her thoughts.  Then she gives me an
inquisitive look.

   "Where are you staying for the week?"

   "My firm has me booked at the Clocktower Hotel on Tower Drive; it is
apparently, two blocks from my assignment.  This is my first trip to the
city."

   "It must be a big hotel; we are staying there as well.  The tournament
must be close as they told us there would be bus shuttles to the events. 
Maybe we will see each other."

   After having my hand next to her pussy for nearly one-half hour, I
really do want to see more of her; but, I really don't think we are talking
about the same thing; again, wishful thinking.  We are looking at each
other, likely wondering what each other is thinking, when we are disturbed
by one of teammates, another striking Chinese beauty.

   "Jayden, how did you make out with the turbulence?"

   We are eye-to-eye.  She smiles and I smile right back.  This young lady
is wearing a T-shirt with the school logo.  The T-shirt has to fight to
contain her.  She notices my interest in her super structure and gives me a
very knowing smile.

   "Don, this is Chiharu Niiyama, my team mate and a big flirt.  Chi, quit
batting your eyes at Don, he is a gentleman.  He gave me an arm to hang on
to when the plane was jumping all over the place.  How did you make out?"

   "I was okay; this is the fourth time I've flown, so I knew a little
about it.  We should be landing in two hours.  Call me if you need me."

   She has the look of a Cheshire Cat.  She is wearing form fitting slacks
that show more of her attributes; all are in the excellent plus category.
Her hair is much lighter in color than Jayden's; however, both young ladies
would make lovely companions.

   "Please don't mind Chi, she can't help herself.  Just because she is a
month older than me she thinks she knows everything.  She looks at every
male as a challenge; she loves to wrap them around her finger."

   "What do you do to males?"

   "Me?  I am so shy, to be honest.  You are the first man I have actually
talked to; usually, I freeze and say nothing."

   "What, no dates?  I can't believe that!"

   "Well, believe it!  I haven't had a date for two reasons: I am too
scared and my mom and dad would have a fit if I dated.  They tell me I am
too young and, that when I do, he has to be Chinese."

   "And, do you agree?"

   She looks at me, then looks out the window, then looks at me once more;
there is actually a little glint in her eyes as she feels her independence
working.

   "If other boys are like you, I don't agree."

   With that big admission, she looks away from me; again, I am not able to
confirm if she is blushing.  It seems she has taken a large step in her
life, admitting she really doesn't agree with all her parents are saying.
Am I witnessing the birth of a young rebel?

   "You may not agree with everything your parents say; but, know that they
likely love you very much and they are trying to guide you from making,
what they consider could be, serious mistakes."

   "Would you consider my interest in you as a serious mistake?"

   That is a new approach, she being interested in me.  Me?  I have always
been interested in young girls, especially oriental and of color;
unfortunately, the interest is usually only one way.

   "Why would you be interested in the elderly, not that I am not
flattered?"

   "You are not elderly!  Besides, age is just a number."

   Again, the seat belt light comes on.  This time the captain doesn't have
time to give his speech as rain hammers the outer shell, and flashes of
lightning and thunder crashes reverberate through the plane.  Jayden grabs
my arm and has my hand between her legs in a flash; once again, my finger
is pressing against heaven.  The devil in me refers to her comment of being
interested in me; I apply pressure against her love lips and she surprises
me by pushing her hips forward, applying additional pressure to her pubes.
With some effort, I move my hand to cup her pussy, using my index finger to
probe.  Jayden moans, releases my arm and buries her face in my side.  The
storm continues as my finger is getting warm and moist.  I wish there was
some way to slip my hand down the front of her slacks.  My imagination sees
her pussy covered with dark, blackish hair, very moist and delicious.

   My discoveries are getting better and better, but will not go any
further as we are landing shortly for a two hour layover.

   The seat belt sign remains on while the engines roar as the braking
flaps are engaged.  Jayden has a look of bewilderment; then, she spreads
her legs freeing my hand.  She grabs my hand, squeezing; apparently, I was
not the only one that enjoyed my actions.

   **************** ****************** ********************

   Now landed, and debarked, I am in desperate need of a cup of coffee. 
One of the many joys of flying is the ability to spend four dollars for a
cup the worst coffee in the world.  After ten minutes, I locate the
bordering area.  Actually, it wasn't hard to find, as my favorite
basketball team made it easy.  Now seated, I try in earnest to drink the
coffee; it is a challenge.

   "Hi"

   It is Jayden and Chi and Chi has a knowing grin.  That has me wondering
if Jayden confided our little touchy, feely with her.  They sit across from
me.  Jayden has a glow that wasn't evident before.  Again, John Thomas
feels the need to get involved.  Crossing my legs helps remove him from the
conversation.

   "Well, we meet again.  There doesn't seem to be much to do during the
layover."

   "True, I have a number of publications; I use the time to catch up on
some on the new tech changes."

   Chi stands up and looks at Jayden.

   "Jayden, I am going to check on the girls.  Do you want to come?"

   "No, I think I will just relax; after the first part of the trip, I need
it."

   "Okay, I will be back."

   I have to admit watching Chi leave is beauty in motion.  Her tight
bottom just sways enough to attract every male's interest.  Exploring her
body would be a wonderful experience during this layover.  My interest is
not lost on Jayden.

   "Remember what I said on the plane, that age is just a number?  You just
made my point."

   "What do you mean by that remark?"

   "I saw your eyes following Chi's bottom; I can only guess what you are
thinking."

   Now, I am fighting a blush.  As my attention is on Jayden, she struggles
to get comfortable, which is nearly impossible on these hard bench type
seats.  Finally, she drapes her body over the lip of the bench, her legs
slightly spread, her slack pulled tight giving me a vision of her pubes
molded into the material.  Her stomach is flat, hips well defined; her legs
are now spread, showing the large expanse of her luv lips.  My mind has me
on my knees before her giving homage to her pussy.  Recalling her sexual
scent, I can only surmise what treasures are before me.  Jayden's top is
pulled against her boobs; they are evident, but not in a large sense.  Her
nipples are making their presence known; the overall vision has me more
than interested in Jayden.  Is she actually interested in me?  Will
anything develop?  Hell, who am I kidding?

   Looking at her face, her eyes are open and she has been watching me
studying her body.  Now, I really feel foolish; caught once more ogling the
young lady's luscious body.  She is actually smiling at me; does she
realize the power she has over me?  As much as I want to get up and leave,
my John Thomas would undoubtedly make her aware of my perverted interest
and it is all sexual.

   "I have never felt anything like that before."

   Now I am confused, as my look demonstrates.

   "I'm talking about what happened on the plane; I liked you touching me.
Does that make me bad?"

   "I don't think so.  Perhaps you should have had it happen with a younger
person.  I should apologize for that."

   "No, you shouldn't!  I put your hand there, at first I didn't realize
it, but it really felt good."

   "I have to admit, I enjoyed doing it."

   There was a long pregnant pause, as we both stared at each other.

   "What are you girls doing for meals at the hotel?"

   "Well, tonight we are on our own; but, the balance of the time the
hosting team will be arranging the meals for us.  Why?"

   "Perhaps we could have dinner together tonight my treat."

   "I'd like that.  I will call you when I am settled in my room, I'll be
sharing one with Chi and two other girls."

   Of course, my conniving mind has me wondering if three girls would like
to share my bed.  Dirty Old Man!

   We are prompted that boarding will begin in ten minutes.  I'm hoping
that we have the same seating arrangements.  A large number of the original
passenger's destination had been Chicago; so, there are many new faces in
the bordering isle.  I can only hope.

   This plane isn't as large as the first one, with only double seating on
each side; again, I get an aisle seat.  I see Jayden coming down the aisle,
but she stops and sits two rows in front of me.  Chi continues down the
aisle, then stops and looks at me, smiling.

   "Your seat?"

   "Yes."

   Standing up, she purposely rubs by me, pushing her sizable breasts
against my chest; her hand rubs against John Thomas, that action actually
shocks me.  She actually gives him a squeeze.  With the plane now filled, I
watch as the attendants close the door.  Next, we go through the same
safety pitch.  A few passengers are still attempting to get their carry-on
in the baggage compartments.  The flight attendant is a short, well
endowed, young lady and each time she assists a passenger lift an item she
is on her tippy toes; the strain her breasts are putting on her blouse has
me waiting for the buttons to pop, but they don't.  Chiharu doesn't need
help securing her seat belt, as much as I would love to have been of
assistance.  With her superstructure, there would have been no way of
assisting without leaning against them.  Finally, all is well and the plane
is hauled to the taxi area.  The engines roar as we are taxing to the
runway.

   Once in the air and level, the seat belt light goes off.  This leaves me
with nothing to do but rest, since Jayden is not my companion.  Closing my
eyes, I think a cat nap could be accomplished, as there is only a light
mummer of voices.  My thoughts are about Jayden and the wonderful warm
feeling between her legs.

   "What happened between you and Jayden?"

   There goes my idea of getting some shuteye.  Opening my eyes, I am
confronted with the lovely face of Chiharu; her lips appear so moist, so
kissable; my senses are aroused by her perfume.  She has that knowing look
on her face.  Hell, what does she know?

   "Happened?  What do you mean?"

   "I have been Jayden's best friend for over five years; I have never
known her to be so forward with a male before, she's usually scared
shitless when she is around men.  Her parents are very strict.  They do not
let her date.  We have to go through a third degree when we go to the
movies at the mall.  She has to telephone home as soon as the movie is out.
Today, she has a smile on her face and she appears to be far away, deep in
thought.  So, what happened?"

   "Other than the permanent fingernail punctures in my arm, nothing, we
just talked."

   "That is not the vibes I am getting.  You are a handsome man and you
seemed very attentive to Jayden.  She wanted me to switch seats."

   "And why didn't you?"

   "I was curious about you.  Something happened: Jayden's mood tells me
that."

   "Maybe it is my cologne, I really can't tell you anything.  She wasn't
too impressed with the storm and turbulence; so I gave her a shoulder to
hang on to."

   "Oh no, there is something more, I can feel it."

   Looking at her, I would love to feel it as well.  Her breasts are inches
from me, her face and those lips are screaming for attention.  John Thomas
is ready to salute her beauty.  I wonder what would happen if the plane was
to start bouncing around.

   "So, you won't tell me."

   "I would, if there was something to tell; but, there isn't."

   "Excuse me, please.  I have to go to the bathroom."

   Hmmm, how I would love to help.  She stands, I stand, she slides out
and, again, her hand gives John Thomas a quick feel.  We are eye to eye and
a smug smile fills her face.  She is daring me.  Watching her flow down the
aisle, she leans over and speaks to Jayden and then continues.  Jayden
stands, looks at me and smiles and heads towards me, her jacket in her
arms. .

   "Chi suggested we exchange seats."

   Standing, to allow her to be seated, she moves by me.  Her hip pushes
into me; there is no doubt she knew exactly what she did.  Now seated, we
stare at each other.

   "What did the flirt want to know?  She wouldn't change seats with me on
takeoff and now she did.  She asked me a few pointed questions during the
layover.  I told her nothing."

   "She got the same from me.  She has a feeling something happened during
the flight.  I told her it was the storm."

   "We think alike!  I told her the same thing, that you helped me by being
nice, which you are.  I didn't think it was any of her business about the
other thing.  That is between you and me.  It was really nice.  I have
never felt that way before."

   "Felt how?"

   She leans over towards me her mouth close to my ear.

   "Your hand on my pussy . . .  I have never done anything like that with
a guy before."

   Is there an opening here?  I wonder.

   "How about with a girl?"

   That hit a soft spot; she turns her face into my shoulder.  She
apparently has had a girl between her legs.  Was it Chiharu?  Now, I am
jealous.  With a very weak voice, she says.

   "Yes."

   "Can I guess, Chiharu?"

   Her fingers tighten on my arm once more, I hit a tender spot.  Now, I'm
really jealous.  Those two girls exploring each other?  What I wouldn't do
to get in on that action.  John Thomas is now insisting on getting in on
the conversation.

   "You must think I'm really terrible."

   "Of course not!  It is a wonderful thing that you and Chi have such a
close relationship.  Never feel you have done anything wrong because you
love someone."

   "Since mom and dad won't let me date, Chi and I are often together.  She
is actually very beautiful.  I don't really remember how it happened; but,
one weekend she was sleeping over.  We had watched a very sexy movie before
going to bed.  Something happened during the night, I touched her or she
touched me, and the next thing I know we were kissing, really kissing;
tongues in each other mouth, and her hands were all over me."

   "It is good you have someone close like that."

   "I like being touched and touching her.  We kiss each other all over."

   Then she looks up at me, her face in shock.

   "I shouldn't have told you that!  I have never told anyone about us. 
Please don't tell Chi."

   "Your secret is safe with me."

   Then, the seat buckle light came on.  After buckling my belt, the look
on Jayden's face tells me she wants help.  Leaning over her, she gives me a
quick kiss on the cheek; after engaging her buckle, and as I move back, she
grabs my hand and pushes it between her legs, squeezing it with her thighs.
My hand is on heaven.  She flips her jacket over my hand, covering the
action from anyone walking down the aisle.  We have about twenty minutes
before hitting the tarmac.

   Her hands encircle my arm and she squeezes.  Now, I am not one to kick a
gift horse in the mouth.  My fingers explore her material covered luv lips.
She releases my hand from the pressure of her thighs and actually spreads
her legs, allowing me easier access.  My exploring fingers find her fly and
then the button holding her slacks together.  My experienced fingers soon
have the button undone.  A quick tug on her zipper has it down.  Sliding my
hand down the opening, I feel soft, warm skin; Jayden is wearing a thong, a
very small thong.  Finally, my fingers feel soft hair, and then I continue
my exploration to the top of her slit.  Her clitoris is the size of pea and
very hard.  Pushing my finger downwards, I hit a warm well of moisture. 
With my finger lubed, I concentrate on her clitoris.  Jayden attempts to
move her body to get more pressure on her love button.  This discovery has
John Thomas straining to get out and participate.  What I wouldn't give to
actually see what I am manipulating.  Jayden, again, grabs my arm, burying
her face in my shoulder.  Her body stiffens as she experiences a climax. 
With the roar of the engines, no one can hear her gasping.  My continuing
manipulations brings her to the brink and over twice before it is necessary
for me to remove my hand.  Jayden has a lost, haunting look on her face.

   "I've never felt like this before, even after Chi and I touch each
other. Hmmm, I feel so good."

   "You had better get yourself prepared to disembark the plane.  It
wouldn't be a good thing for you to trip on your slacks as you walk down
the aisle."

   With some effort, she manages to fasten her slacks, in spite of the seat
belt.  When the plane docks at the airport, we are both prim and proper. 
Now, standing in the isle, Jayden is in front of me bouncing on my very
evident hard-on.  I have the opportunity to enjoy the marvelous scent of
Jayden.  My right index finger has been where hopefully my tongue will be.

   As you can imagine; the airport is a beehive of activity.  Jayden is now
with her team.  As they disappear from view she spots me and mouths, `I
will call you.'

   A quick call to my client's office results in a blue minivan being sent
to the airport to retrieve me.  It seems they are chomping at the bit;
their server died this morning and the firm is at a standstill.  I have a
basic idea of the original setup; however, in the years since it has been
running, it is possible there have been a number of upgrades.  Therein lies
the surprises: attempting to trace the upgrades if the original tech is not
available to explain the logic.  With luggage in hand, I wait at the pickup
area.  Taxi after taxi pulls up and leaves.  There are number of commuter
buses as well.

   Out of nowhere, a new blue minivan pulls to the curb, the window lowers
and a voice calls out.

   "Mr.  Parsons?"

   "Yes."

   "Please, get in before the security is on my case, I am Marietta
Gracious."

   Stowing my luggage in the back seat, I climb in.  The driver, Miss
Gracious, appears to be sixteen, the necessary age to drive, although she
looks much younger.  Her complexion is a light tan, perhaps Mexican.  What
I can see tells me she is developing very well.  Her scent is an enticing
floral mixture.  Her apparel is a miniskirt riding high on her hips.  Are
those blue panties hugging her pubes?  An uneasy feeling floats through me.
With all the adventure of the flight, there is a strong desire for relief.
Miss Gracious could provide it.  Watching her tells me that I am the only
one on that wavelength.  She handles the van as if it is part of her.  Once
on the freeway she speaks.

   "Where are you staying?"

   "I have been booked at the Clocktower Hotel on Tower Drive."

   "That is close to the office.  You can check in and then I'll drive you
to the headquarters.  They are patiently waiting for you; hmmm, maybe not
so patiently because the whole office is at a standstill.  But, it will be
better for you to check in now; in the event you have to work late
tonight."

   My thought is, "I hope not." I have an engagement to have dinner with
Jayden, which could lead into a very interesting week; mind you, my present
company has a lot to offer too.  Her face is very attractive, with very
heavy lips coated with a very attractive lip gloss.  The blouse she is
wearing accents her upper body.  Unlike Jayden, she is not lacking in the
breast department.  The van swerves as we exit the freeway.  Now in the
midst of the city, the streets are bustling with activity.  We pull up at
the hotel.  My basketball team buddies are milling about in the lobby. 
Jayden notices me and approaches.

   "What a large hotel.  It has twenty eight floors.  We are on the
fourteenth."

   "I'm just checking in.  I have to leave as my transportation is waiting
outside for me.  The job I have to do is now very serious, as the server is
down completely.  Call me at six to see if I am back."

   Jayden has a look of disappointment.

   "I hope you are.  I will be very sad if you are not."

   "Jayden, quit bothering Mr.  Parsons; he likely has a lot to do."

   It is Chiharu.  We are eye to eye, her face has that all knowing grin on
it, or should I say smirk?  What I wouldn't give to be alone with her for
an hour.

   "Chi, mind your own business."

   With that, they are gone; Jayden looks back, giving me a weak smile.

   Once checked in, I have my luggage sent to the room and I am off with
Miss Gracious.  We are soon entering a parking garage.  The torque of the
van has me hanging on for dear life as we climb the circular ramp; then, we
quickly slip into a spot.

   "My dad and his crew will be waiting for you."

   "Your dad?"

   "Yes, he is the president and owner of the firm; I just do odd jobs to
get a little extra money.  I will be your driver while you are in the
city."

   "It is not necessary."

   "Yes, it is!  Dad is paying me four hundred dollars for the week; so, it
is necessary.  I have it spent on new clothing: it is all picked out."

   It has me wondering what new clothing she actually needs.  With her
body, if I was her daddy, she would have all the sexy lingerie she needs.
Grabbing my briefcase, I follow her wonderful bottom to the elevator.  We
are quickly at the eleventh floor.  We step into a large room, filled with
desks; there is no lobby, no receptionist.

   "This is the work room; the executive offices are on the fifteen-floor.
My dad owns the building."

   Now I know I'm not working for a pauper.  Looking up, four men are
approaching me with their hands extended.  Introductions are made.  Mr. 
Gracious leads me to the problem server.  Just looking at it makes me aware
it is not the unit I have been boning up on: this one is three generations
newer.  Another checkmark for our logistics department; they should have
been aware of the upgrade.  The good thing is I am very familiar with this
model, having worked on several of its twins recently.

   "Mr.  Parsons, I don't want to rush you, but we need to get back up. 
How much time do you need to give us an idea where we stand?"

   "Give me one hour, with no interference, and I may be able to tell you
something."

   "Done!  You heard the man, get back to your desks.  Do what you can
without the system.  Mr.  Parsons, my daughter will be able to contact me
when you have some information.  My staff is at your service.  Fresh coffee
is down the hall.  If you need anything just ask."

   "Thank you."

   The first thing I need is a cup of coffee and maybe a muffin or bagel;
it has been awhile since breakfast.  The lunchroom is fully equipped and
the coffee is delicious.  There is no comparison to the putrid cup of
dishwater I had at the airport.

   It only takes forty minutes to determine one of the problems: one of the
switching units is fried.  One of the items the logistics department did do
is provide me with a telephone number of a local supplier.  After placing
the order, they confirm it will be delivered in twenty minutes.  In the
actual office, Marietta is sitting at a desk, playing solitaire.

   "Marietta, you can advise your dad that I found one of the problems. 
After the new component is installed, I will be able to tell him more. 
Hopefully, part of the system will be up by then."

   Within seconds, she is talking to her dad.  She looks at me and beckons
me to the desk, holding out the receiver.

   "Don?"

   "Yes."

   "You have found the problem?"

   "I found one of the problems.  It may be the only problem; but, until
the component is installed, there is now way of telling."

   "Component?"

   "Yes, I have ordered it and it should be here momentarily.  My firm has
arrangements with many suppliers, all over the country, to get the parts
needed to a client as quickly as possible."

   With that comment, the elevator clicks as it comes to a stop on the
floor.  It opens and a delivery person holding a box, accompanied by
security, leaves the elevator.

   "I think it is here now.  Your daughter will be talking to you
momentarily."

   The deliveryman seems concerned; security is hanging on his every
movement.

   "Are you Mr.  Parsons?"

   "Yes."

   "I was told to hand this to you personally.  Would you please sign and
state the time delivered on the delivery confirmation."

   With the box in hand, I return to the server room.  The moment of truth
is at hand!  It only takes seconds to remove and replace the switch. 
Before powering the unit, I take my time to follow the circuits, attempting
to determine if any one item could have failed.  Everything appears to be
in order.  For the balance of the week I will test each item; but, now it
is time for the re-boot.  The unit is powered.  The several hard drives
whirl as their internal program does its tests and checks.  Several units
start to wink at me as they come to life.  No flames and no smoke are a
very good sign.

   Stepping out into the main room, all the staff are busy at their
stations imputing and watching to see if it is accepted.  We are up and
running.

   "You can tell your dad it seems I have fixed one of the problems and
that I will be spending the rest of my time testing."

   "Good!  I know my dad will be pleased."

   I'm pleased as well, as I can return to the hotel and to Jayden.  Just
the thought of being able to actually touch her, has a warm feeling in my
being.  Actually John Thomas is also pleased.  Behind me, I hear.

   "Mr.  Parsons, my dad wants to talk to you."

   She, again, hands me the telephone.

   "Mr.  Parsons, I don't know how to thank you.  We had a local tech take
a look at it and he didn't find anything.  How did you do it?"

   "It just happens I worked on the same model three weeks ago and it was a
challenge.  My crew had to remove each component and test it separately. 
It appeared that the one switch component was flawed and was prone to fail.
Fortunately, your system had the same problem."

   "It doesn't matter how or if it was luck, we are now capable of doing
business."

   "As I mentioned, I'll continue to test the integrality of the unit to
make sure that is the only problem."

   It was five-thirty when I returned to the hotel.  The message light
wasn't flashing, so Jayden hadn't called.  After all the events of the day,
a warm shower should do a lot to refresh my soul.  The thoughts of
exploring Jayden fill the panorama of my mind.  What will the next step be?
Will there be a next step?

   Once out of the shower, I wander back into the room; now the message
light is flashing.  Pushing a few buttons, the recorded message comes
forth.

   `Don, it is Jayden, I was hoping you would be back.  I am in room 1406,
please call.'

   You can hear the disappointment in her voice.  In minutes, the five
o'clock shadow is removed.  Quickly dressing casually, I call Jayden; the
voice that answers is strange: it's not Chiharu or Jayden.  The
announcement is made loud enough that the residences in five floors can
hear.

   "Jayden, it is your boyfriend."

   All I can hear is laughter and a few giggles, and Chiharu voice loud
enough so I can hear.

   "Jayden, if you are too tired.  I'll talk to Don."

   "Shut up Chi and mind your own business."

   The telephone makes a few clunks as it is passed from person to person
and then I hear Jayden's voice.

   "Don?"

   "Yes, Jayden, I was in the shower when you called.  It sounds like
bedlam in your room."

   I could hear the sounds of kissing and other innuendoes, which I can
only imagine embarrasses Jayden.  She is shy to start with.

   "They are just jealous that I am going out to dinner and they have to
eat with the lowlifes."

   "Do you want me to call on you or would you like to come down to my
room? I am in 922."

   "To get out of here, I will come to you.  See you shortly."

   I was actually hoping she would take that option.  It will give me a
chance to see exactly how interested she is.  All my attention is new to
her, and I may be nothing but a passing fancy; I could be reading too much
into her actions, I hope that is not the case.

   Waiting, it crosses my mind; I didn't bring anything to make a drink.  I
will have to pick up some Kahlua and Vodka tomorrow.  There is nothing like
a couple of Black Russians to perk up your evening.  There is a knock on my
door.

   Jayden is wearing a combination of black tailored slacks and a crisp
white blouse.  It certainly accents her attributes while minimizing her
short comings.  The blouse billows enough to give the pretences of breasts;
the slacks fit like a glove, showing every curve.

   "Good evening, Jayden, you look fabulous!  Would you like to come in for
a minute?"

   Her smile tells me she is all for that.  As she passes me, her scent
overwhelms me and, like magic, ends up at the tip of John Thomas.  He is
determined to be part of the action.  Closing the door, we are now facing
each other.

   "I am so glad you called.  Chi has been on my case all afternoon
questioning me about you.  I told her nothing."

   "Well, I have been fighting with a server; so far, I have the upper
hand, but there could be a surprise tomorrow.  Do you have any particular
ideas for dinner?  I don't know the city, but I am sure the folks at the
desk can suggest something."

   We are still eyeing each other, arms length apart; Jayden has a look of
anticipation, as if she is trying to decide something.  Me?  I am waiting
for her reply.  Then she moves towards me.  Her arms are quickly around my
neck while her lips are on mine: our first real kiss.  There is no way I
can keep John Thomas out of the equation.  Her body is pressed to mine
while John Thomas is pressing into her pubes.  The pressure feels good. 
Then, surprising me, her tongue is at my lips, then in my mouth.  Lowering
my hand, I cup both of her soft, warm bum cheeks and pull her body into me,
my cock pressing against her.  She has to know what it is.  We disengage
our lips.

   "Hmmm, that is wonderful, Don; you are the first man I have kissed.  It
is better than kissing Chiharu."

   She is rotating her pubes against me; it is not helping my situation.

   "Do you like that?  You feel so big."

   "Let's just say, it isn't helping me get ready to go to the lobby to
have dinner."

   That gets a giggle and more pressure.  At this point, I am just about to
say to hell with dinner and carry Jayden off to my bed.  My wish is still
to view the vision between her legs.  But, common sense kicks in.

   "You still haven't answered my question about dinner."

   "Can you make me feel like you did on the plane?"

   "After dinner, if we start now I don't think we could stop.  What time
do you have to be in your room?"

   "Curfew is at ten-thirty."

   "Well, we better leave right now.  I know what we will be doing for
dessert."

   "You promise?"

   "Yes, I do; but, we have to get moving NOW."

   Finally, in the elevator, Jayden looks at me with her bedroom eyes.

   "Do you think we could eat in the hotel?  they They have five
restaurants.  I am sure we can find something we like."

   Well, it appears we think alike: The sooner we have repast, the sooner I
can do unto her which she has requested.  Hell, maybe there will be
something good for me as well!

   We stop at a Simon's Bistro and both order their burger special.  It is
not the best cuisine in the world, but it is filling and fast.  After
paying, Jayden has my hand and is pulling me towards the elevator.  A quick
reconnoiter of the lobby confirms there are none of her team members
present.  She would have a challenge, trying to explain to her peers, where
she spent two hours after leaving the restaurant.  The ride in the elevator
is interesting.  Jayden clings to me; her scent doesn't help with John
Thomas.  To my chagrin, she notices the bulge and looks at me and smiles.
There is no point of trying to hide it.  Fortunately, the hall is clear and
we are quickly in my room with the door locked.  Now, the awkward moment:
What should I do?  Moving to the sofa, she follows me; once sitting, she is
all over me.  My hands seem to have a mind of their own, tracing up and
down her back to her shapely ass.  As much as I want to do more, she will
have to initiate everything; once she directs me, I will willingly follow
her lead.

   Within seconds she has me pinned down.  With her body draped against my
chest, I can feel her warm, small breasts through my shirt.  Then, we kiss
a real kiss.  Her lips are soft and inexperienced, but one kiss leads to
another.  Her hands are in my hair, her finger tantalizing me.  Her lower
body is doing its thing against my raging hard-on.  Finally, she breaks her
hold and raises herself, looking at me.

   "Could you do what you did on the plane?"

   "I would love to.  Let's go to the bed."

   Once on the bed, she looks at me.  What a beautiful young girl!  She has
a look of anticipation; not really sure what will develop, but horny enough
to continue.

   "Maybe it would be wise to remove some of your clothing.  It may be hard
to explain all the wrinkles in your slacks and blouse from a dinner
engagement."

   She nods her head, stands and removes her slacks; she is wearing a plain
white thong, some beautiful black hairs have escaped their confines.  After
folding her slacks, and placing them on a chair, she removes her blouse,
revealing a simple white bra: It must be an A cup, as there isn't much to
conceal; however, her nipples are embedded in the material.  She sits on
the bed.

   "What about you?  Aren't you going to take your clothes off?

   Quickly, I am down to my shorts.  John Thomas has made a fool of himself
and is peaking out of the fly; the bulbous head, partially covered with my
foreskin, is sticking out, with a pearl of precum seeping out of my slit.
Jayden's eyes are like an owl . . .  wide open!  There is no way I could
have concealed him.  Sitting beside her, her eyes never leave my cock.

   "Can I see it?"

   It is down to "you show me yours and I will show you mine." Jayden has
no idea how this development makes me feel.

   "Would it be better if we both remove everything?"

   She is really excited!  Without any hesitation, she removes her bra and
then lowers her thong.  Before me stands Venus.  Her bush isn't thick, but
it is erotic.  Her breasts are small, but perky, with her nipples being the
focal point.  They are large and protrude a good half-inch; more than
enough to suck.  She watches me as I remove my shorts.  I am not the
longest in the world; but, there is a sizable girth.  My balls hang about
four inches below my hard-on and, currently, they are aching.  Jayden lies
on the bed and pats beside her, beckoning me to join her.  On my back, John
Thomas is pointing to the ceiling and is the focal point of Jayden.  Mine
is her nipples.  My mouth is watering for a taste.

   Jayden makes the first move.  Her fingers are running through the hair
on my chest and, as she is leaning over me, her nipple is about three
inches from my mouth.  Lifting my body, I capture it and start sucking. 
She stops her movements and starts to moan softly.  Using her arms to
balance her body, she leans into my mouth, allowing my head to rest on the
pillow.  My hands are exploring the soft skin of her back, down to her bum;
my finger finds her anal opening.  She lifts her bottom towards my hand,
increasing the pressure.  Her face is buried in my neck; her moans are
increasing.  She is enjoying all the new feelings I am producing and we
haven't even touched heaven.

   "Everything feels so good; nobody has done that to my bum before."

   That means Chiharu hasn't enjoyed her beautiful rosebud; I wonder just
how far the two girls did explore?  Applying more pressure has my fingertip
enter her.  She is tight and warm.  All this is doing nothing for my aching
cock.  Then, the surprise: her hand grasps my tool!  The heat, and the
shock, nearly has me explode, but I manage to get control.  She then offers
me her other nipple.

   With my finger in her ass and her nipple in my mouth, while she is
massaging my shaft, a feeling of aura drifts over me.  If she continues to
massage me, she will be experience another first: a hand job.  We must be
thinking the same thing.  She removes her nipple and sits up; her hand is
still encompassing me, my finger still embedded in her asshole.

   "Could you do what you did on the plane, please?  I never felt anything
like it, even with Chi."

   Reluctantly removing my finger, and then sitting up, she arranges her
body on the bed, spreading her legs.  She watches me change positions, now
between her legs.  Starting at her knees, I butterfly kiss her to her
pubes. Her scent is unique and does nothing for my aching hardon.  Now, my
breathing is heavy, just enjoying her ambrosia.  My face is at the source:
the thin mat of hair feels like silk, so soft against my cheek; then, my
tongue is at her slit.  First, a kiss, then a lick, then I attempt to
penetrate her with my tongue; all the while she is moaning and wiggling her
bottom.  Her essence flows continually.  My finger finds it home in her
rosebud, sawing slowly back and forth.  Her anal muscles are grasping me.
Will she be able to take my cock?  I hope so.  Concentrating on her
clitoris, she experiences not one, but five climaxes in a row.  My face
didn't leave heaven for a good half hour; at first, her hands were on my
head pulling me as deep as possible into her, then she is pushing me away.

   "Please, Don, I don't think I can take any more.  All my muscles hurt
from all those climaxes.  Chi never gave me anything like that."

   So, they did exchange internal juices with each other; that would be
something to see since Chiharu is much more endowed then Jayden.  She
certainly enjoys carnal manipulation; I would love to compare the two. 
Then, she looks at me, realizing what she just confessed too.

   "Please don't say anything to her.  All hell would break loose if it
came out.  Her parents are a little more lenient than mine, but not with
anything like that."

   "Your secret is safe with me.  What do you think would happen if anyone
found out that I just ate you out for nearly an hour?  I would be in deep
shit."

   Jayden is so beautiful and even more so when she laughs.  She is a
vision: so innocent, yet so appealing.  She snuggles into me.  Again, I
take liberties and explore all of her body.  Her pussy is so soft and now
very moist.  The hair framing her slit is coated with her essences and my
spittle.  How I would love to fuck her right now.  Being so close, I am
sawing my shaft back and forth on her leg.  The head is just inches away
from heaven.  Jayden reaches down and grasps me.

   "What can I do for you?"

   "You likely can guess."

   "You want to fuck me, don't you?  I am still a virgin."

   "I promise I will not do anything you don't agree with."

   "I don't know if your cock can go in me, it seems so big."

   "It will.  But, there are other things we can do: One, you can suck me;
two, you can give me a hand job; three, we can use your bum and last; we
can fuck."

   The look on her face is priceless as she attempts to envision all four
methods.  Her hands are still on my shaft and she gives it a squeeze.  She
looks at me and then she looks at my cock.  She shifts her body and then
engulfs me.  The warm feeling of her mouth goes right through me.  What a
sensation.  I watch as she attempts to swallow me, chokes and tries again.
Somewhere she has heard of deep throating and, it would seem, I am her
guinea pig.  With her sucking with her mouth, and pumping with one hand,
the other is hefting my ball sack.  It seems to fascinate her.  Finally, I
close my eyes and enjoy, wondering what it would be like to fuck her and,
of course, Chiharu.  I would bet both are virgins; I know Jayden is.

   "Jayden, I'm so close.  Are you sure you want to taste cum?"

   She continues to suck; the vacuum she is creating seems to be pulling
the fluid from my being.  As much as I would enjoy drawing out the
sensation, I can't.  While lifting my hips up, a tremendous surge of sperm
floods her mouth and throat.  There is so much that some seeps out of her
nose.  I have to give her credit; she sucks and swallows, never leaving my
shaft.  A little cream seeped from her lips, but not much.  Her throat
bobbles as she swallows my load.  Finally, John Thomas is satisfied and
shrinks to a stub.  Jayden finally releases me.  Being a gentleman, I offer
her some tissue to clean her face.

   "Boy, that was different.  Girls at school who have boyfriends talk
about sucking them.  Now I know what they are talking about."

   "Thank you, Jayden, I feel wonderful."

   We cuddle for a good half hour before she has to get dressed.  Even with
the blowjob, I can't help hoping she will want to try intercourse.  When
she leaned over to put her thong on, it exposes her perky ass hole and her
beautiful pussy.  Both openings would be enjoyable.  I can only dream.

   I offer to accompany her to her room, but she refused.  She said if the
other girls noticed they would likely question her.  She wants to go to bed
and relive what happened right before she falls asleep.  I did accompany
her to my door, kissed her good night and, in the process, tasted my sperm.
Then she was gone.

   ************* ****************** ******************

   Tuesday didn't go as planned.  By the time I finally got back to the
hotel it was nearly eleven.  The only thing I had managed to find was a
liquor outlet where I purchased some Kahlua and Vodka.  When I got in my
room, the message light was flashing.

   `Don, I was hoping to talk to you.  Something happened when I got back
Monday night.  If you get in early enough, please call me.'

   Whatever it was concerned her to the point that she mentioned it,
however, it wasn't a catastrophe since she did call.  If her chaperones
were aware of what happened she wouldn't have been able to call.  Needless
to say, I had a very restless sleep.  Wednesday was much better; I got back
to the hotel at three.  While in the lobby, one of the many shuttle buses
pulled up.  It was Jayden's team.  I watched as the passengers departed. 
The first one I spotted was Chiharu; our eyes meet and there is something
there that is new.  She has that very unnerving smile.  Following her is
Jayden.  She notices me, her face brightens and she mouths, `I will call
you.' It isn't lost on Chi.  The girls fill the elevators; I wait for the
next one.

   Once in my room, I grab the ice bucket, fill it from the machine and
then have a quick shower.  After making a well deserved Black Russian, I
sit and wait for Jayden's call.  It came at five twenty.

   "Hello."

   "Don, it is Jayden, can we meet?"

   "What is the problem?"

   "I will tell you when we meet."

   "Well, I can meet you in the lobby and we can go for dinner."

   "That will be great.  A number of the girls are eating on their own,
rather than going with the group.  The chaperones said it was okay; but, we
have to pay for it."

   "Fine.  Give me ten minutes to get dressed and I will meet you there."

   "I would love to see you undressed again.  I will see you in the lobby."

   And she was gone.  Whatever it is that has her bothered is not
threatening.  There was no fear or concern in her voice.  Ten minutes
later, I am in the lobby and Jayden is waiting for me.  She looks fabulous,
wearing a blue pleated skirt and, again, a white tailored blouse.  Her long
legs are covered with nylons; the effect is a very beautiful, appealing,
young woman.

   "You look devastating, Jayden."

   "You don't look too bad yourself."

   "Now, can you tell me the big secret?"

   "Let's sit over there, away from most of the people."

   We sit in one of the many sofas spread though out the lobby, in a corner
actually.  There is no one close to us.  Sitting, we are looking at each
other.

   "Well?"

   "Chi knows!"

   "Chi knows what?"

   "What happened in your room?"

   "You told her?"

   "No."

   "Okay tell me the entire story."

   "You know that Chi and I are close.  When I returned to the room, I went
to bed in the one she shares with me.  The other two girls were asleep and,
for some reason, Chi wanted to be affectionate.  We kissed, and kissed some
more, she was all over me.  She got between my legs and started licking my
pussy.  Then, she quickly came up beside me and kissed me again.  She then
stared at me with a funny look and then asked me what I did.  When I said
nothing, she told me she could taste something different in my kisses and,
after she started to eat me, she smelt your cologne on my thighs.  She
guessed it was sperm in my mouth and you had been eating me."

   "And now what is going to happen?"

   "Nothing, really, if you do what she wants."

   This sounds like blackmail to me; there is a shitty feeling in my
stomach.  The hammer is about to fall.

   "And what does she want?"

   "She wants to visit you in your room so you can do the same thing to
her. She may flirt a lot, but she has never given a guy a blowjob."

   That is the kind of blackmail I can live with.  She wants to give me a
blowjob?  I can't see any harm with that.

   "What do you think?"

   "She really can't say anything to anyone; she would have to admit that
she and I are lovers.  That wouldn't go over very big."

   "So, we should tell her no?"

   "Only if you want to.  She is my very best friend and I wish you would
take her to your room.  I know you would like her.  Remember at the
airport?"

   The visions of her walking away from us come back.  This would be no
hardship at all.  She is much more developed then Jayden; bigger
everywhere, she may want to fuck.  Now, John Thomas comes to life.

   "And when is this to take place?"

   "Tonight, after we have dinner: I will call her when we leave the
restaurant and she will meet you on your floor."

   "And where will you be?"

   "In my room, wishing it was me."

   Dinner was a quiet affair.  Jayden wasn't the happiest of girls.  Was
she having second thoughts of letting Chiharu come to my bed?  Before
leaving the restaurant, she called Chi; we then returned to the hotel. 
Fortunately, we were the only ones in the elevator; once the door closed,
she was in my arms and we kissed.

   "Don, don't forget about me.  I know Chi is much prettier than I am."

   "Don't be foolish.  If you don't want me to do this, just say so.  I
will be happy to make love with you instead."

   "No, I've already called Chi.  She will be waiting for you.  She has a
beautiful body.  I know you will love it and that is the problem."

   "No, it isn't."

   Slipping my hand up her skirt, I move her thong over and finger her very
wet pussy.  In seconds, she is convulsing with a climax.  My finger touches
her hymen: how I wish my cock was pushing against it.  The elevator stops
and tings for my floor.  She looks at me with her bedroom eyes as the door
opens.  Stepping out, I stand there till the door closes.  Then I walk to
my room.  Chiharu is strolling down the hall, her back to me.

   "Hello."

   She turns and smiles.  She is wearing a short skirt and a tight top. 
She does have one helluva body.  Her lip-gloss makes her lips appear moist
and so kissable.  My slacks are tenting in appreciation; the sight does not
escape Chi.

   "Hi, I hope you are not angry about this situation."

   Opening the door, I hold it open for her; she sashays by me, her scent
setting off all the alarm bells in my being.  My tent pole is aching more
than before.

   "What's there to be angry about?  Jayden mentioned you want to do what
she did?"

   "And more.  I didn't believe her, but, the proof was in her mouth and
your scent was all over her thighs.  She has always been so shy around
boys."

   The comment `and more' tweaks my interest: Is she willing to do more? 
She certainly has the body for it.  Again, it is a waiting game; I let her
initiate just how fast and how far she is willing to go.  I never rush and
never insist.  Who knows?  It could develop into more than a one night
item. Both girls live in Abbotsville; if all goes as anticipated, it could
be a continuing relationship.  Now, the waiting game continues as we both
stare at each other.  Chi seems to be interested in my crotch, and I in the
same area on her.  If her skirt was any shorter, I would be looking at
panties or does she, like Jayden, wear those very interesting thongs? 
Since nothing is happening, I sit on the sofa.

   "That isn't what you and Jayden did."

   "No, it isn't; but, since it was your suggestion to visit me tonight, I
am being a gentleman and allowing you to proceed at your connivance."

   "What did you two do?"

   "We stripped."

   I thought her eyes were big before, but with that comment they seemed to
get a lot bigger.  It kind of took the wind out of her sails; her
confidence appears to be waning.

   "Jayden stripped in front of you?"

   "Yes she did and I did in front of her.  We can always call it a night
if you're uncomfortable about it."

   That remark did the trick: With a flick of the wrist, her skirt is on
the floor; she is wearing a thong, a beautiful lacy white one.  She, unlike
Jayden, has an abundance of hair escaping.  It forms a very noticeable
bulge in the front of her thong.  Next is her blouse.  She is now standing
before me in a bra and thong, the daring look is back.

   "Well, I am waiting for you to show some skin.  Then you can remove the
rest of my clothing."

   In moments, I am standing before her naked as the day I was born.  My
cock is extended to the maximum; my hope is she is willing to have full
sex, front or back.  Her confidence is back; as she seems to realize the
power her body has on me.  She sits on the bed, watching me come towards
her; my shaft bobbing as I move.  She wiggles her way to the middle of the
bed, with me beside her.  Lowering my body to hers, we kiss; she does taste
good.  Her arms encircle my neck and she pulls her body upwards, her
breasts into my chest.  With a one arm balancing act, my free hand unhooks
her bra.  Then, lowering her to the bed, she releases her grip.  Her
breasts are beautiful mounds, capped by hard nipples.  Kissing the left,
then her right, I attach my lips to it.  The taste of her skin is unique.
Using butterfly kisses, my lips travel down her body, stopping at a very
large and deep belly button, that turns out to be super sensitive as her
body squirms to attempt to avoid my exploring tongue.  Finally, I arrive at
the waist band of her thong.  Magically, she lifts her hips to accommodate
their removal.  Heaven is covered by a thick mat of jet-black hair.  The
only indication there could be an opening is the damp spot in the middle.
Gently spreading the growth, I am rewarded with a beautiful shade of pink.
Her labium extends nearly an inch and it is moist.  Spreading it presents
me with an intoxicating opening, seeping her elixir.  Like Jayden, she
tastes divine.  The instant my tongue attempts to penetrate the opening,
her hips move upwards for more fulfilling contact.  Then, her young body
stiffens as she goes into the throes of her first climax.

   All of the body parts between her legs are now coated with her juice;
one of my exploring fingers finds her anal opening and easily slides deep
into her body.  Then, with some gentle coaxing, I am penetrating her with
three fingers: her anal opening will easily accommodate my raging hard-on.
After bringing her to three more climaxes, her hands are on my head,
pushing.

   "Enough!  I have never had climaxes so strong!  Now I know why Jayden
enjoyed her visit with you."

   She starts to laugh when she notices my cream covered face; even with
all I have consumed, it's still flowing freely from her pussy.  What a
waste!  We are now side-by-side; she appears to be studying me like a bug.
She is a beautiful oriental.  She grasps my tool and that brings me back to
the fact that I am really hurting.  Slowly, she starts stroking; all the
while, we are eye to eye.  Oh, how I wish.

   There must be a sex god that, on occasion, grants horny old men their
dreams.  Chi moves her body, spreads her legs, and looks at me.  This is
the magical sign I have been waiting for.  Quickly, arranging my body
between her legs, she grasps my tool and guides me to heaven.  The tip of
my blunt head easily penetrates her, there is no resistance.  Someone, or
something, has taken her cherry.  The moist heat of her opening soothes my
need.  Now, completely emerged, I enjoy the sensation; three cheers for the
basketball team, with two down and many more to go.  Then, the need to end
my hurting kicks in.  Forcing my mind to instruct my body to take its time
and enjoy every minute, my strokes are slow and long, the feeling is
indescribable.  Then, without much warning, my need to ejaculate arrives.
With one final plunge, my root embedded as deep as possible in Chiharu, all
of my tension from the last few days leaves my body.  It consisted of three
solid ejaculations, followed by four minor ones.

   Chiharu must have climaxed as well as she is clinging to me, moaning
softly.

   "That was nice, it is my first time."

   So, she was a virgin!  I feel a swell of accomplishment surge through my
body.  Will I be able to get it up for a second round?

   "Jayden took my cherry with a dildo.  She still has hers."

   Interesting.  John Thomas gets a renewed life, considering the
possibilities.  We have a few more days at the hotel, and possibly I will
have two young virgins in a week; what a pleasant thought.

   For the next twenty minutes, we just enjoy the afterglow of sex.  Her
young body fascinates me.  Chiharu is tight against me.  My hand on her
bum, my finger caressing her anal opening, again my cock tingles at the
thought of anal sex.

   "Don, I have to go, the coach will be checking rooms.  I don't want to
have to explain where I was."

   "I can understand that.  Would you like to shower before you go?"

   "Oh no, I want Jayden to see what happened.  With your cream seeping out
of me, I will not have to convince her we actually had sex."

   "Do you think that is wise?"

   "Of course, I told her I was going to fuck you and this proves that I
did."

   Watching her dress, covering her charms, has a negative effect on me, I
know she has to go, but it would have been nice if she could have stayed
the night.  Once dressed, she looks at me, my cock now at full readiness.
Chi reaches over and gives it a squeeze.

   "I hope we can do this again.  You do live in Abbotsville?"

   "Yes, I do."

   "Perhaps we can arrange to get together; my parents aren't as strict as
Jayden's."

   "I will give you my telephone and cell numbers, as well as my email
before you leave."

   She nods her head as she walks to the door and then leaves.  All my
thoughts are on a return engagement.  My body feels good; the scent of her
perfume and sex fills the room.  My cock is shining, as a result of her
pussy juice coating.

   *************** ******************* ****************

   In the morning, I notice a billboard in the lobby; the teams will be
playing several games, extending into the evenings.  That will cut into my
extracurricular activities.  Over the next two days, I didn't see either of
the girls.  However, Marietta Gracious filled in quite nicely.

   Leaving the hotel, the van was at the curb waiting for me.  This was
odd. Marietta was at the wheel.  Opening the door, I looked at her
questioningly.

   "My dad told me that if he was going to pay me the four hundred, then I
had to be at your beck and call during your stay; so, I am your slave till
you leave."

   Once in the van, I couldn't help but notice she was wearing one of the
shortest skirts in the world.  At the wheel, it doesn't cover her red
bikini panties.  Once again, I am able to enjoy the view of her panty
covered pubes.  Since there is no hair showing, I can only assume she
shaves.  Three times, during the trip to the office, she caught me staring.

   "Do you like what you see?"

   Shit, am I that obvious?  No sense attempting to deny it.

   "What's not to like?"

   Her legs are flawless, what is exposed is well toned.  John Thomas is
seconding all my lurid thoughts.  With the two girls out of the mix for a
couple of days, would it be possible for Marietta to fill in.  Down Don,
she is the CEO's daughter; it's not a good way to build a solid
relationship with the firm.  I attempt to dismiss such thoughts from my
mind.  It doesn't work; her scent fills the cabin of the van, causing me to
continue to take peeks at heaven between her legs.  Pulling up to the
building, she reaches over and pats my leg, just inches from my raging
hard-on.

   "I will see you tonight.  Here is my cell number.  Call me when you are
ready to leave the office."

   The day is very busy, not a trying busy but, I had a full day testing
their equipment.  At the end of the day, Mr.  Gracious thanked me for the
job I have done to this point.  It looks like I will be able to wrap it up
for the weekend.  Just before leaving the office, I called Marietta; she
told me she would be at the front door in twenty minutes.  I took my time
packing up.  As I left the building, the van pulls up.

   "How was your day?"

   "Good, your father actually came and thanked me for the work I had done.
He claims the system seems to be working better then it was before it
crashed.  I think it is all in his mind."

   "Daddy doesn't give out praise unless it is earned."

   She has changed, skirt and top, but only the color, as the current one
is as short as the one this morning.  A different color of panties is
exposed.  It has me wondering if she is interested in older men.  Nothing
ventured, nothing gained.

   "I am alone tonight.  Could I interest you in dinner?"

   She looks at me with a very mischievous smile, like she is toying with
me.  My reaction is automatic, John Thomas is in his full glory, in a very
obvious tent; this is not lost on Miss Gracious.

   "Thank you, I am.  I have to call mom to let her know I won't be coming
home for dinner.  Excuse me."

   I watch as she maneuvers her cell phone in her right hand, flipping it
open, keying in the number and waiting.

   "Hi dad, you are home early."

   She pauses to listen to the reply.

   "Tell mom, I won't be home for dinner.  Mr.  Parsons has asked me to
join him, is that okay?"

   Again she listens.

   "Thanks dad, see you later."

   She hangs up and looks at me, smiling.

   "You did impress my dad; he didn't bat an eye when I told him.  Hell, I
have a harder time getting him to agree with me to let me date a boy from
school."

   "Perhaps he thinks you are safe with an old man."

   "Is that true, Mr.  Parsons?"

   "Call me Don.  Mr.  Parsons sounds like I am really old."

   "You didn't answer the question: Am I safe with you?"

   "You are as safe as you want to be."

   Again, that knowing smile.  What is with the younger generation?  Not
that I am complaining.  After enjoying Chiharu's company; I consider myself
very fortunate.  Will Marietta add to my enjoyment of this trip? 
Considering the way it started, it is developing into some memorable
situations.  For some reason, I think of Jayden and the possibility of
taking her cherry.  John Thomas surges; now, back to the present.

   "Where would you suggest we go for dinner?  Not knowing the city the
choice is yours.  I am game for any type of cuisine."

   "I like Italian and there is an excellent one three blocks north."

   "Italian it is, lead on."

   During the short ride to the restaurant, I enjoy studying my escort. 
The protrusions in her top fascinate me, as hard as I concentrate on them
looking for nipples; none seem to be pushing forward.

   "Here we are."

   In moments, we are inside and seated.  It is a very homey atmosphere; it
appears to be a family affair.  The background music is low, just loud
enough to cover the conversations.  A young lady takes our order and
disappears into the kitchen.

   "The place certainly smells good."

   "You will find the food is a good as it smells.  I come here often with
one of my girlfriends; who also loves Italian."

   Now that has me wondering; does she like girls as well as Italian?  It
is easy to appreciate girls loving girls when I look at all the attributes
Marietta has.  Will I have an opportunity to investigate?  I sure hope so.

   The meal is, as promised, a very tasty spread, served with large slices
of fresh Italian bread and real butter.  The table is quickly cleared and
we are served a marvelous blend of coffee: it is robust and tasty.  It has
me wondering if they serve breakfast as well.

   "Do they serve breakfast as well?  I could get used to this coffee."

   "Yes, they do!  I can pick you up a half-hour earlier tomorrow morning
if you like."

   "I like."

   Leaving a sizeable tip on the table, I pay the bill and we leave.  The
night is still young, and I am still hoping for more from Marietta.  Now in
the van, I can't help but look at her.  She is concentrating on her job at
hand, which is getting us back onto the street.

   "What would you like to do now?"

   This is a feeler question; she can field it many ways.  There is only
one way I am hoping for.  I have tossed my bread on the waters.  She
doesn't answer right away, but looks at me with that devastating smile. 
What is going through her mind?  My tummy is full of good food, my body is
horny.  What is her answer?

   "Well, I don't have to be home till ten."

   Then, she leaves me hanging.  How I would love to reach over and touch
her.  Again, she gives me that smile.  It may be doing something for her;
but, it's making a wreck out of me.

   "We could go to your hotel and you could show me your room."

   Someone has heard my prayer: a feeling of relief flows through me.  No,
I haven't got anything yet, but the possibilities have increased seven
fold. Still, my sainted mother's upbringing has me ask.

   "Are you sure?  What would your parents think?"

   "If you don't mention it to them, I won't."

   I learn something every day: my hotel has underground parking; and my
room key allows me access to the elevator, whisking us up to my floor. 
What could be simpler?  Once in the room, there is a pregnant pause as we
look at each other; then, she slowly, so slowly walks to me, slips her arms
around my neck and brings her lips to mine.  This I have been pining for.
Her scent is heavenly, her lipstick taste is superlative.  My arms wrap
around her, my hands feel the softness of her skin and her bra strap. 
Marietta moves her body to mine, grinding her pubes against my raging tool.
She knows what she is doing; she looks up at me as she crushes her hips
against me.  Cupping her face in my hands, I move her face towards mine and
we kiss.  Using this action, I move towards the bed, our lips still locked.
Now on the bed, her skirt rides up, fully exposing her red bikini panties.
There is an obvious dampness at the crotch.

   Marietta watches as I remove my suit jacket, my tie and then my shoes.
Beside her, my hand is on her leg, slowly traveling upwards.  Involuntary,
she moves, spreading her legs wider.  An invitation?  Now, at heaven, I
stop.  Her eyes open and then she lifts her hips.  The bikini, now on the
floor, has her pussy totally exposed and I am close enough to get a whiff
of her animal scent.  The reaction is expected as my tool seems to take on
additional rigidity.  Being a gentleman, I offer to remove her skirt, thus
avoiding additional telltale wrinkles.  Again, she lifts her bottom
allowing removal.  Not being able to resist temptation, I lower my face to
heaven, taking in a deep breath and then I muff dive to the center of the
universe.  Her taste is intriguing.  She lifts her hips to put more
pressure on her pubes, with my lips attached to her clitoris, sucking; I
can feel her body go through the tremors of her first climax.  I must be
doing something right; her hands grasp the back of my head pulling me as
hard as possible into her pussy.  She grunts, moans and then seems to hold
her breath.  Her release comes with an explosion of air; her body seems to
collapse as her second climax subsides.  Within seconds, she is now pushing
me downwards away from her throbbing pussy, as a steady flow of nectar
seeps downwards to her anal opening.

   "What did you do to me?  I have never felt like this before!  Nobody has
eaten me as you just did."

   "I enjoy my work.  You have a beautiful pussy and it should be honored
by us mortal males, continually.  Thank you for sharing."

   "Hmmm, I want to share it with you once more, but I need you to fill
it."

   Mrs.  Parsons didn't raise a stupid boy; there is never a need to be
asked twice.  My shaft easily enters, sliding deep into Marietta's abyss.
It actually feels like a vacuum sleeve of warm, moist skin grasping me. 
Considering the ease I entered her, it is safe to assume I am not the first
to explore the depths.  She meets my every plunge with a solid uplifting of
her hips.  Once the rhythm has been established, it is a feeling I really
don't want to end.  Using every trick I have garnered over the years, my
attempts to extend the eventual climax are all for naught.  My body has a
mind of its own; surge after surge of hot cream rushes out of my shaft to
be deposited in the depths of Marietta's being.  The air has been released
from my balloon.  Hovering above her, supported by my arms, savoring the
last remaining seconds of the marvelous feeling, Marietta slips her arms
around my neck pulling me downwards.

   "Lay on me Don, I love the feeling."

   With my weight now supported by her, I collapse, my face on the pillow
beside her, her earlobe within my mouth's grasp.  She smells so good.  Now
all I can think of is sleep.

   "I could feel every surge of your cum.  I must be filled to the brim. 
You really know what you are doing."

   "I try my best.  Thank you again."

   "My pleasure, you just proved that mature men know what they are doing.
Boys only think of themselves."

   "No comment, I was a boy once . . .  a long time ago."

   She gives me a squeeze, I give her a kiss.  We must have stayed in this
position for nearly an hour.  Marietta softly strokes my back.

   "I have to go, Don.  We can't have my parents asking questions about
where I was."

   "It would be nice to have you stay the night."

   "I would like that, but my parents wouldn't."

   After untangling ourselves, she runs to the bathroom, there is a flush
and then she is back, dressing.  Then, looking into the mirror, she walks
over to me; gives me a kiss and give the wilting John Thomas a squeeze:
then she is gone.

   The next morning she picks me up.  The only indication of what happened
last night is a pat on my thigh; immediately, John Thomas thinks there is
more to come, providing a very obvious tent.  That brings a smile to
Marietta's face.  After picking up a tasty coffee as promised, we are off
to the office.

   This is my last day, everything appears to be resolved.  The systems are
doing what they should.  I could have arranged to leave tonight; but, there
is still Jayden, I haven't heard from her.  Arriving at my room about
four-thirty, I can't help but notice my message light is flashing.  The
message is short and to the point.

   `Don, call me.'

   The voice is Jayden's.  After a quick shower, I do call.  Another girl
with a very sexy voice answers.

   "May I speak to Jayden, please?"

   The telephone receiver hits something hard with a loud clunk in my ear.

   "Jayden, there is a guy looking for you."

   "Why would a guy be looking for Jayden?"

   "Why don't you mind your own business, you're just jealous."

   There is a rustle as the receiver is picked up.

   "Hi, this is Jayden."

   "Sounds like bedlam at your end."

   Hi, Don, it is; we won today; tomorrow is the deciding game.  We are
free to go out tonight till ten."

   "That is great, could I interest you in dinner?"

   "I was hoping you would say that and something else later?"

   "You will have to tell me what."

   "I will, see you in ten minutes."

   Jayden must have been waiting for me to call, and assumed I would be
inviting her to dinner.  After nights with Chi and Marietta, a night with
Jayden will be welcome.  As much as I would love to take her cherry, it is
not likely to happen.  But, my cock has already risen to the challenge.

   There is a slight knock.  Opening the door, I gaze at Jayden.  She is
wearing, what I can only assume is, her school uniform, of a pleated skirt
and white blouse.  She looks fantastic; an old man's dream in the flesh. 
It is apparent her legs are bear, so the only thing between me and heaven
will be her panties.

   "Hi, Jayden, you look fabulous!"

   "I was hoping you would enjoy what I look like as a student.  I read
somewhere that it appeals to mature men."

   "Well, it certainly does to this mature man.  Where would you like to go
to eat?"

   "Somewhere in the hotel would be great."

   There is a glint in her eye; she wants to come back to the room; I can't
say I don't have the same idea.  As we ride the elevator, I can't take my
eyes off of her.  Her blouse is taut enough across her chest too accent her
growing breasts and, knowing what they look and taste like, it has me a bit
anxious.

   While waiting for our order, I continue to enjoy her company.

   "You and Chiharu had a good time, didn't you?"

   For some reason, all my joy of being with Jayden seems to go flat,
wondering what is coming next.  Did Chiharu tell her the extent of the
evening?  A closed mouth gathers no foot.  I look at her in an uncommitted
way.

   "She was floating on air when she returned from your room and wouldn't
say a thing about the evening.  She went to the bathroom and changed into
her nighty.  Since it was lights out, we went to bed with me asking all
kinds of questions.  She just smiled.  When I slipped my hand to her pussy,
she just moaned and told me not to do that.  It was so wet.  Tasting my
finger, I knew the taste; it was you.  I will never forget how good your
thick cum tastes.  I went down on her and cleaned her pussy of all her
juice and cum.  So, I know you had a good time."

   "I can't say I didn't enjoy it.  I wasn't sure how you would accept what
happened."

   "Remember, I asked you to take her out."

   She reached over and patted my hand; then, in a surprising move, she
guides it under the table and to her crotch.  Her panties have been pulled
aside and all I feel is a very moist pussy.

   "I want to feel what Chi felt.  I want you in me."

   Well, that is one thing we do certainly agree on.  Moving my finger to
her opening, I scoop some of her juice on my finger.  Bringing it to my
nose, then to my mouth, reminds me of the wonders between her young legs.
John Thomas has risen to the challenge.

   "Are you sure?"

   A cloud crosses her face.

   "Don't you want to?"

   "Oh, Jayden, don't get me wrong, I would be honored.  But, you can only
give that gift once.  Are you sure you want to give it to me?  What about
tomorrow?  Do you think you should do something like that before the big
tournament?"

   "All I have been thinking about is you and Chi and how happy she was,
even after I ate her out.  I want to feel like that and maybe she will
enjoy eating your sperm out of my pussy."

   "First, we have to eat."

   "Too bad."

   Her concerned face has changed to one of exuberance.  If you were to ask
me what we had for dinner, truthfully, I couldn't answer you.  My thoughts,
as well as my gaze, was concentrated on Jayden.  All I could think of is
getting the hell out of the restaurant and up to my room.

   The trip in the elevator, although short, was memorable.  Fortunately,
we were alone and Jayden clung to me.  Her right hand massaged my tent to a
point I really had to concentrate to keep from ejaculating.  Finally, in
the room, I was able to take her in my arms and kiss her with feeling.  Her
body, so slight, so soft and so warm, molded into me as if we were but one.
The adrenalin flowing between us was obvious.  It has been years since I
felt this high.  This certainly isn't helping my high blood pressure
problem.

   Finally, slipping off my socks, I look up and Jayden is standing before
me in her bra and thong.  Her body is exquisite; actually, it seems to
glow. Then, she is in my arms.  She brazenly pushes her body into my raging
hard on, precum smearing her tummy.  We are ready.

   Now, on the bed, I force myself to slow down.  What is going to happen
is a given; so, now is the time to enjoy and contemplate what is before me,
a beautiful, young teen.  With Jayden's help, I remove her thong, tossing
it to the pile of clothing on the floor.  Her young pussy glistens with
moisture, giving off an aphrodisiac scent.  My body is now screaming for
relief, a feeling that needs to be savored, burnt into my memory for recall
in the years to come.  I am not getting any younger and my ability to
attract interested young ladies is going to wane.

   Now, with my face close to heaven, I can feel the heat.  My tongue
savors the taste of Jayden's excitement.  Her mewing sounds of pleasure
fill my ears as I enjoy the banquet before me.  The flood of her essences
explodes on my taste buds; this is when time should stand still.  Jayden's
fingers are entwined in my hair; then, her body stiffens as she surrenders
to her first climax of the evening.  After three more, it is time.  Moving
into position, my body supported by my arms, we are eye to eye.  Jayden
lifts her arms to me, beckoning me.  Everything is ready: Her pussy is
moist and Jayden's eyes are full of want; as for me, I am to a point of
needing relief.

   "Are you ready?"

   "Do it."

   Lowering my body, Jayden grabs my engorged cock, guiding it.  The head
is so sensitive that just touching the moisture of her pussy rushes to my
brain.  My complete being is concentrated on the task at hand; the bulbous
head feels the resistance of her hymen.  This is the moment of truth.  The
urge to plow on is fierce; fortunately, my willpower takes over.  As I
bounce my ram against her maidenhead a few times, Jayden's eyes close and
she attempts to raise her hips.  With one strong thrust, I am through the
barrier; her eyes open with a look of shock as the pain of the torn hymen
over takes her feelings.  Now, completely buried, I enjoy the feeling of
moist warmth, tightly wrapped in Jayden's pussy.  Not moving, it only takes
a few moments for Jayden's body to adjust to the invader.  As her pain
diminishes, replaced by a more pleasing sensation, her shocked look changes
to the sublime.  Slowly, I withdraw and start stroking in and out.  The
worst of this is telling my mind that it is not time to ejaculate until
Jayden confirms her body is preparing for a vaginal climax.  What seems
like hours, which was really just a few minutes, her body finally does take
over and she is meeting each downward thrust with an upwards lift of her
hips.  With her eyes closed and her face contorted with concentration, she
is in the full swing of building to a climax.  Her body stiffens; which if
fortunate, as there is no way I can hold off, surge after surge of hot cum,
flows deep into Jayden.  Her arms encircle my neck in a strangle hold as
she attempts to get closer to me as her climax subsides.

   "That was awesome!  Can we do it again?"

   "You are asking a lot of this old body.  Give me a few minutes."

   "Your old body has made me feel wonderful.  I can see why Chi was so
happy."

   My stub slips out of heaven as a wonderful feeling engulfs me.  This has
got to be one of the most memorable events in my life.  In reverence, I
start kissing the wonderful person that gave me her most precious gift. 
Jayden, again, encircles my neck.  Enjoying a French kiss, our tongues meet
and probe.  We lay silent for what seems a timeless period.  There is still
life in my old body, as my stub becomes a very limp shaft.  Maybe there is
hope for a second round.

   Jayden's vagina is swollen from the stretching; a mixture of my sperm,
her juice and virgin blood seeps slowly downwards to the sheets.  The room
maid will be wondering, "Who did this?" I will have to remember to leave a
big tip.  Jayden notices my concern.

   "I know what is happening.  The swelling will go down."

   "It is quite a mess."

   "Nothing water and soap won't take care of.  Chi and I discussed it
thoroughly."

   She is making this sound like a school project.

   "Don't be concerned.  I have to make sure there is nothing that my mom
can find; so, Chi and I have discussed it at length.  I have two pads with
me, so I don't get anything on my thong.  Mom may know the difference
between my period and my reputed virginity color of blood.  It is good to
have a friend like Chi."

   The direction of the conversation has an uprising effect on John Thomas,
who is rising to the challenge.  This doesn't go unnoticed by Jayden.

   "Don't go away."

   She was up like a bunny with her little toosh wiggling at me as she hit
the bathroom.  Moments later she returned, her pussy minus the bloody mess.
Now, on her back, she is ready for round two.

   This one is gentler and more rewarding then the first.  We both take our
time to enjoy every movement to the fullest.  When we climax, it is in
unison.  After enjoying the afterglow our bewitching time was coming to an
end.

   "It's been a wonderful evening, Don, I wish it didn't have to ever end."

   "I can assure you, I will remember every event."

   "Are you leaving tomorrow?"

   "Yes, I have a flight at eleven-thirty."

   "Can I call you in Abbotsville?"

   "I was hoping you would ask; of course, any time you want.  I will give
you my cell, home telephone number and my email addy."

   "Do you mind if I share it with Chi?"

   "Please do."

   Jayden picked up her panties and bag and headed to the bathroom once
more.  There was the sound of water running; then, she was in the room once
more.  Her thong is bulging with the pad.  While Jayden was dressing, I
wrote my information on the hotel stationary, twice: one for her and one
for Chi.  My stomach feels hollow as she's ready to leave.  She comes to me
with her arms around my neck and we kiss; then, she rubs her face against
mine, damp from tears.

   "I don't want this to end."

   "Here are my numbers.  If nothing else, I can see you in the malls.  We
can meet and have a soft drink."

   "I hope there will be more."

   It was hard watching her leave the room; she turned and blew me a kiss
before the automatic door closer finalized the view.  Getting to sleep was
a challenge, with the thoughts of Jayden and of her smells that are
embedded in the sheets and pillow cases.

   Breakfast in the morning consisted of a bagel and three cups of
delicious coffee, knowing the fare in the airports.  The return trip went
without a hitch.  As we landed in Abbotsville, I did have a smile on my
face, remembering what started as a trip from hell developed into lifetime
memories.  I can't wait for Monday!  Will Jayden or Chiharu actually call?
I hope so!

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