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   James Part X. Distant Horizons

   James 73



   "We have to keep quiet!" Sara giggled, as she closed the bathroom door,
"Jules and Nicole are fast asleep outside..."

   "We don't need to talk for what I have in mind." I tugged her zip down
in the back as I kissed her ear and her neck.  My arms slipped around her
and I captured her breasts.  Her nipples grew as she leaned back against
me.

   Her dress pooled at her feet and she reached to hug my neck, her lips
and tongue searching for my mouth.  We locked in a kiss and she urged my
hand down to her groin.

   "Ummmph," she grunted into my mouth as I explored her fuzz and found her
wetness.  She started shaking and moaned into my lips.  "Oh god!  That's
good...  Just touch me...  slowly...  mmm, so good..." She reached between
our bodies and started tugging my pants down.  "C-can't do it babe!" She
panted, "Quick, I want you in me!" She turned and grabbed my erection as
soon as it was freed.  She wrapped an arm across my shoulder, the other
hand still attached to my penis.  With a wrench she one-armed herself up
and swiped my cock along her slit.

   "Ahhhh...  Holy..." She sighed and grunted as she let herself drop,
"Owww...  Jeez, big...  G-good!" With arms around my neck, she started
moving, supported by my hands clutching her ass.  "Mmm, so good babe, just
keep doing this and I'll come and come..." She kissed my neck and shook
some more.

   "Give me ten seconds and I'll join you!" I gasped out, humping into her
tight, hot cunt, "Ahhhh..."

   Sara ground herself against me as I lurched and we fucked into blinding
orgasms.

   "Hey...  you OK?" Sara kissed me on the nose.

   "Hmmm, am I drooling?"

   "Maybe - I thought it was me!" She giggled, then pointed at the mirror
behind me, "you should see us now!" I had staggered against the vanity and
Sara, still perched on my hips had her legs draped over the sink.

   She laughed softly, then kissed me again.  "You are so good to be with!"
She added a hug, "a marvelous lover..."

   "So you're not looking for comparisons?"

   "No..." She nestled her head in my neck, "you're all the man I need...
I'll EVER need!" She added.

   We held each other until I slipped out and we started the shower.  It
was slow, relaxing and full of soft touches and lingering kisses.  We took
turns shampooing and soaping each other.  Then we played the water on our
bodies until all traces of soap were cleaned.

   We step-marched out of the bathroom, my front nestled against Sara's
back.  I was using the towel across my shoulders to dry her as she held my
hips and rubbed her ass against my very happy penis.  Sara stopped and
giggled again at the sight of the two naked blonds in peaceful repose on
the pull-out bed.  "They must've been having some real smart ideas to tire
themselves out like this!"

   "It's the full-contact thinking they've been training for that does it,"
I explained.  "It's something like this..." I started jabbing my cock along
the crease of her ass.

   "Mmm, nothing like liquid assets!" Jules rolled over and groped a wet
thigh.

   "Quite - walking wet dreams," Nicole smiled and stretched out her arms.
"Come join us darlings."

   "Let me finish drying Sara's hair first." I sat her by the edge of the
bed and started with the towel again, "It's so thick it's dripping water
all over."

   "Yeah, I need a trim..."

   "This is the way you should sit." Jules, ever efficient, turned Sara
around to kneel on the bed, so that I had easier access to her luxuriant
head of golden-brown hair.  "More this way..." Jules was still playing
traffic-cop, "A little higher..." She looked things over with a critical
eye and smoothly slid her face under Sara's crotch.

   "Ohhhhh!  Oh my god!" She groaned, gripping my arms for support. 
"She-she's got her...  Ahhhh!" She draped herself on my arm and shook.

   "Mmmm, I want a bit of my little Sara too!" Nicole said, and sent a
smiling kiss on a nipple.

   "Oh, love..." Sara sighed, holding Nicole and lifting her face up.  They
shared a long tremulous kiss, with Sara adding guttural noises in sync with
Jules' ministrations.  After a series of loud, boob-shaking climaxes Sara
crawled off Jules and collapsed in Nicole's arms.

   Jules reached out and held my ass, slipping her hand tenderly over my
penis.  "My mouth is lonely..." She said with a lopsided, upside-down grin.
A tongue came out and gave me a glans-to-scrotum lick.  "Any suggestions?"

   Obligingly I allowed her to draw my penis to her mouth, bending a little
to save her the awkwardness of trying to angle my throbbing erection down.

   "Ahhhh...  that's SO good!" I said.  Jules winked at me and took the
rest of my cock down her throat.

   Sherri opened the door, followed by Amanda, "Ahhhh!  Ummm, you guys are
busy, so I'll talk to you later!" Amanda turned to go but Sherri dragged
her over to the bed.

   "Oh no Missy!  No backing out!" She gave her a wicked smile, "Jules,
Amanda has something important to say to you!"

   "Mmmmnng!" Jules gurgled around me most delightfully.

   "Well you see," Amanda started, "we went to the Jag dealership to pick
up some stuff for Jackie, oil, plugs...  and stuff, including four wheels
and tires...  and it was a little too much for Celeste's car." She glared
at Sherri who was giggling madly while giving her the liar-liar hand sign.
"And...  and I had to buy another car!" Amanda continued in a rush, "It's
another XK, the model-R - like the one they used in James Bond!  In Racing
Green!  And it was on special because someone had cancelled his order and
forfeited the deposit!" Amanda finished and gasped for breath.

   "But we DID put Chuck's name down on the ownership." Sherri nodded, "And
it WAS Amanda's idea..." She grinned wider, "Mainly because the salesman
said she was much too young to own a car!"

   "Snitch!" Amanda growled and threw herself at her friend.

   Jules extricated my dripping prick from her throat, "Honey pie..."

   "Oh..." Amanda froze and turned around.  "Yes...?"

   Jules smiled, "If you can make me come before James..."

   Within an eyeblink, Amanda was between JulieAnn's thighs, quickly
followed by Sherri.  "Ohhh!" Jules cried weakly and her eyes closed, "Mmmm,
yes...  Yessss!" She opened one eye at me, "Sorry babe, you're on your
own...  Ahhh, oooh...  They're too good..."

   "Let me help you." Celeste said as she entered with Brenda, "After all,
it's my sister who's fallen down on the job!" She turned me around, hitched
the skirt of her business suit up to her waist and adroitly went to her
knees.  "Hmmmm, my big boy's all dressed up...  And ready to go!" She ran
her tongue around the tip, tasted the wetness which had collected there,
then followed with some open mouthed kisses.  She looked up, "Can you give
me an idea where Jules was?  Was she at this point yet?" She pursed her
lips and forced my cock past them.  I clung on to Brenda as my legs
threatened to give out on me.

   "Mmmnnnggg!" I managed, with Brenda's tongue somewhere in the vicinity
of my tonsils.  My hands were busy stroking her pliant breasts and pinching
her nipples, too occupied to give poor Celeste's lips the direction she
sought.  Still, I managed to give her some well-timed, encouraging thrusts
of my hips.

   "Oh baby...  You're hurtin' bad ain'cha?" Brenda breathed during a lull
in the action, "Tell Mama what you want..."

   All I could manage was a high-pitched whine as she took my nipple in her
mouth and raked her teeth along it.  Her hand caressed my back and my ass
and her other went to caress Celeste's fine blond hair.  "And darling
Celeste here is dying, just DYING to pleasure you with her soft lips... 
Aren't you sweetheart?" Celeste nodded emphatically and I tingled to the
core.  "See?  Just tell her what you want her to do!"

   "Gowwwp!" I voiced my intentions, which were echoed by Celeste as my
penis made contact with her throat.  Hands arrived to support me as
Brenda's head moved...  lower...  leaving a burning trail of kisses to my
navel...  around my hips...  and lower yet...

   "Ohhhhh!" I flailed for support as she dipped and her tongue delved into
a very virginal part of my body.  I was surrounded by softness and heat and
silken caresses.  My cock flared in Celeste's flexing throat and I came...
and came...

   ...and Celeste was kissing me, a tender smile on her face, "Did you
enjoy that?" I blinked my eyes in the affirmative.  "Good, I'm glad, my
love..." She gave me another soft kiss, then looked around, "now I'm going
to test out this shiny new car I see outside..."

   "Wait!" "I'm coming!" "Me too!" "Hey, where's my shirt?" "That's MINE!
Give it!" There was a mad scramble for clothing and for the door, then they
stopped to look back, "Aren't you two coming?"

   I tightened my arm about her shoulders, "No, I have some things to go
over with Nikki..."

   "And a long standing issue to straighten out between us!" She grinned
and reached down for my shriveled appendage, "I can see my poor honey is
suffering from a sad lack of confidence, from a recent blow, no doubt!" She
ran her nail along the side, "it'll be a challenge to see how much I can
reassert his ego!" She smiled up, "Go enjoy your ride, guys...  I promise
James'll still be here, buried in work!"

   "C'mon honey!" Celeste came and tugged Nicole's arm, "I want to go
cruising with my sweetheart Nikki!" She started helping her on with her
clothes, "Where're your panties, girl?"

   "Heh, no panties!" Nicole glowed.

   "Ohhh, we are going to PARTY!" Without a pause Celeste stooped and
squirmed out of her underwear.  She took Nicole's arm and leaned her head
close, "We're gonna show the world how we Dixie chicks whistle!"

   Amanda stayed to help me hunt for my shorts, which she finally
discovered in the bathroom.  By the time we went outside, the excitement
seemed to be over as Celeste and the others had gone to the rear of the
building where she was showing them the just-begun construction of the new
garage.

   The XKR sat in the bright sunlight, showing the sinuous lines of its
famous forebear but sleeker, more refined, and even more deadly-looking. 
From the super low-profile Pirellis to the clean silhouette of the
convertible top, this proud cat of the Jaguar clan stood poised for action.
"Lovely..." I breathed.

   "Isn't it?  The limited edition XKR-Evo," Amanda agreed, "420
supercharged horses, sub-5 for 0-to-60, traction-control, ABS, even a
non-hostile rag-top!" She squeezed my hand in excitement, "C'mon, take me
for a ride." She tugged me into the driver door and clambered into the
passenger side.

   "Holy...!  Look at the number of gears!" I gushed as I adjusted the
powered Racaro seats which absorbed me into them.

   "Tremac's six-speed standard, instead of the ZF-Manumatic." Amanda
noted, patting the leather-cushioned shifter.  I started the engine and a
sensuous rumbling could be heard, and felt.

   She directed me to take the road into town, and, with just a light
pressure on the gas-pedal, the car jumped ahead, pressing us into our seats
with a seemingly inexhaustible amount of acceleration.  "Makes you want to
stretch and growl, doesn't it?" She grinned.

   "Growl for sure!" I wasn't sure she could hear me as by then the speedo
was nudging 70 and wind was whistling around us.  I had also run out of
road.  Still in third gear.

   We switched places and Amanda demonstrated double-clutch and
heel-and-toe shifting.  She completed the trip in even less time and was
going 80 when she slammed on the brakes, barely stopping us at the water's
edge.  "Gotta love those Brembo cross-drilled disks!"

   Numbly I nodded, THAT close to leaving a permanent stain on the black
Connelly leather.

   Jules came over with a woman I'd recognized from the village, "James,
this is Ms Bradley, Manager of the Marriott down the street.  I wanted to
speak with her about reserving a wing for our guests this weekend and she
said you'd left a call for her as well."

   "Ah, yes," I shook hands with her.  "As you may know we're in the
process of adding wireless Internet to the town and I'd like to offer you
the same technology - for you and your guests, Ms Bradley."

   "Just call me Betty...  Why don't you write up a proposal and..."

   "There's no charge to you," I amended.

   "Oh?  Go on..."

   "We'll put in the service, and your guests can rent or purchase a
wireless card for their laptops and then they can access the Web and their
emails.  Maybe even VPN to their offices." I did some quick calculations,
"We'll be able to reach over half a mile from here, which means your guests
can have access while on a boat in the bay."

   "What are you getting out of it?"

   "We have a lot more bandwidth than we can use and all I want in return
is a prominent sign and your staff to distribute our flyer to all
interested parties." I shrugged, "Of course if you want the service for
your own computers, I'd expect you to obtain the hardware from us as well."

   "At cost?"

   "Cost plus." I smiled.

   "Okay, send the contract over and I'll sign it," she offered her hand,
"it's a pleasure doing business with you!" She turned to Jules, "since we
are now business partners, I suppose I could offer you the 'Plus' preferred
customer rate."

   "Is that better than InterCoastal's rates?"

   "I'll have to check, but I'm sure it will be - 'Plus' is what we offer
the International airlines for their crew." She added a smile, "Unlike
other discount plans, if needed we'll even bump a reservation for you!"

   "That's great!" Jules exclaimed.  "Let me walk you back to the hotel and
you can show me the rooms and the facilities."

   Amanda had taken Sherri and Sara for another joy ride so I wandered back
to the new garage where Celeste, Nicole and Brenda were.  Far from a simple
garage for Jackie, the new structure was 40' wide by 12 deep and 12 high.
The workers were readying the forms for a concrete foundation with two
5'-deep trenches.

   Celeste hugged my arm, "I had drawn up an automotive service area for
Max, so I doubled it, each one with an inground service pit.  We'll have a
single 6 ton side-post hydraulic-lift but we can add another if we need to,
and the pneumatic air supply will come out from the upgraded unit in the
marina."

   "Why the pit as well as the lift?"

   "That way you can hoist one car up and drive another in - for an
oil-change or something simple."

   "But I see no parking space for your Solara."

   "Of course there is, sweets!" She smiled, "The bays will be drive
through and I'll convert the area behind it into a fenced compound for our
cars, with five covered ports."

   "But that'll run up against Max's smoker!"

   "That's the idea," she grinned, "and then one day, during his honeymoon,
say, it'll just disappear!" She sighed, "Another casualty in the march of
progress, I'm afraid!" She shook her head, "I'm getting sick and tired of
the cops in town asking me where I've stashed the bodies and threatening me
with strip searches!"

   Brenda said, "Since I'm supposedly still the one in charge here, maybe I
should own up and let them search me instead!"

   "Don't you dare!" Celeste argued hotly, "I've been struck with a HUGE
guilt conscience.  I may march down there right now and throw myself at
their mercy!"

   "I'll come with you!" Brenda rallied, then looked at me, "Don't worry,
they'll have to torture me for days and days before I'll admit to
anything!"

   "As your lawyer, I suppose I should tag along and see what they have to
hold against you!" Nicole grinned.

   "This sounds serious!" I looked them over frostily, "I'm hereby making a
citizen's arrest!" I pointed at the miscreants, "Yes, you two!  You will
have to come with me!"

   "Ooooh!  Can I come too?" Nicole blinked her lashes at me, "Just to make
sure there's no miscarriage of justice!"

   "He's got us, I'm afraid!" Brenda looked at me unrepentantly, "You're
going to impose cruel and unusual punishments on us, aren't you?"

   "How unusual?" Celeste asked impatiently.

   "Very!" I waved to the returning Jules and waited until she came
trotting up, "My assistant JulieAnn will now escort you to the deepest
dungeons, where you will be shackled to the cold, slimy walls."

   "Ahh...  Yeth...  Maaath-ter!" Jules squinted an eye and hunched herself
in a sinister, and perfectly sexy impression of Igor, "Thall I divetht the
victimth of their clothing, Maathster?"

   "Thure, I mean sure!"

   "Am I my maahther'th good pet?" She edged up to me and rubbed her face
about groin level.

   "Yes my lovely, afterwards I shall feed you something yummy."

   "Oh thank you, thank you!" She licked my hand.

   "But first, you will warm our guests up with a session with the lash--"
Jules rubbed her face in glee, "--and await my return--" I continued
coldly, "--with The Feather!"

   "Argggh!  Not THE Feather!"

   "Oh no!  We are doomed!"

   One of Celeste's baby bears came up, stoically ignoring the sight of
them shaking with the giggles and Jules crouching with her face at my
zipper.  "Can you check this out, please?" We followed him to the back of
the site and there, surrounded by a cocoon of police tape, stood the smoker
with the sign, 'Cross the line and DIE!  This means YOU!'

   "Damn!  That old fart is way too clever!  This calls for drastic
measures!" Celeste said, then turned to me, "James, your job is to learn
everything about industrial scrubbers, a class-10 job MAY do something
about cleaning the air here!"

   "But first," interjected Nicole, "I have to test out this 'Feather'
thing with James - to make sure of its effectiveness, you understand!"

   "Stop!" Celeste ordered, "Nobody goes anywhere until I work something
out with this abomination!" Quickly she gathered his crew and explained
what she wanted them to do.  She turned back, "Now that's done!  Let's go
and divetht!"

   The XKR pulled up in a dizzying slide with Sara behind the wheel,
grinning from ear to ear.  We collected them and Jules, still hunched up
and dragging a foot, led the way back inside the Wheel.

   "You're looking particularly fetching today, Jules!" Laughed Sherri.

   "This turns James on!" She confided, "Just check him!"

   Seven bodies piled on me and fourteen hands groped about my body. 
Resigning to my fate, I closed my eyes and sighed - which caused a squeal
from the young lady whose naked cunt was about a hair's breadth from my
nose - well within hailing distance.  So, following maritime dictates, I
transmitted a greeting.  In Morse code.  With my tongue.

   Happy screams belied my technique.  Then, flushed with success, I
proceeded to instruct them in International telephony, patiently telling
each one to 'Speak into the Mike!'

   Despite their garbled and muffled voices, I was not daunted by failure.
I promised myself I would make them do it over and over - until I was damn
well sure they got it down perfectly.





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