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Archive name: America.txt (mf,ff,mast,nc)
Authors name: Kristen 'Kathy' Becker
Story Title : "Coming to America"
PART 3 of 3 (Last revision August 1998)
Nikki - Truly happy at last
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Scott was drunk. He'd had a terrible day, and just
wanted to loose himself in a funk of alcohol. He was
sick at heart, and felt that he just couldn't take it
any more.
He knew that he was one of the most successful business
men in the world, but sometimes everything just seemed
to overwhelm him and he just had to go away and drown
himself in sorrow for a day or two. It never made him
feel better, but he just couldn't help himself. He
guessed it was his one serious character flaw.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Nikki had been trying to get Scott Williams on the
phone for almost a day and a half. She felt terrible
about putting him off the other day.
He'd wanted to take her on a picnic and she'd been
pretty caviler with him - telling him that she had
shoots to do and that he knew this, and wasn't he
supposed to be doing something in San Francisco?
She'd even mocked him a little for his childish be-
havior. She regretted it now. He'd taken off anyway
and no one seemed to know where he'd gone.
Finally, Nikki called Ben Buccannon, who was like a
grandfather to the young woman. He'd told her that
Scott sometimes needed to get way from the pressures
of work, and that he had a little rustic cabin in
upstate New York where he had probably gone to for
the weekend.
Nikki could tell that Ben wanted her to seek out his
colleague and make him feel better. Nikki's guilt was
such that she wanted to see him too, and make apologies
if possible.
Scott was 39 years old to Nikki's 19, and there had
been no romantic content in their relationship, at
least on Nikki's part. Nikki was happy with her new
life, and her lover Rachel was keeping her well-oiled
as far a sex was concerned.
So the thought never entered her pretty young head
that this successful older man, "her boss," would have
romantic feelings for her. But if she had given the
subject any deep thought, Nikki would have seen the
signs.
She knew that she was sexy-looking - in her business
one heard that constantly. But after doing photo shoots
for a while, and having people telling you that your
beautiful all the time, it began to loose its meaning.
Nikki didn't think she was that exceptional, she
thought her roommate was more exotic looking than she
was, and she had said it over and over again. Rachel's
African heritage, and great genes combined to make one
of the most pleasing bodies Nikki had ever seen.
Nikki stopped thinking about her nubile roommate and
brought her thoughts back to the problem at hand.
She couldn't understand why a man like Scott would go
off the 'deep end' like that. But she did know that
she liked him, and that she owed him her happiness,
and was determined to get to the bottom of things.
Nikki had just gotten her driver's license two months
before. There was a time in her life that she hadn't
even considered ever driving a car, much less the
sleek silver Jaguar coupe that hummed under her as
she drove out of Manhattan heading for the mountains
(or what passed for mountains in New York State),
occasionally glancing at her map to keep orientated.
Mr. Buccannon had tried to insist that she be driven
by a company limousine, but Nikki felt the need to get
away from the city, and its trappings. She was, after
all, a country girl herself. She'd grown up in a
village in outer Russia isolated and insulated from
the outside world. And even though she had never
regretted her move to America, she still missed the
majesty and silence of the mountains and forests of
her ancestral homeland.
Nikki had started her trip with the top down, and the
city temperature hovering around 88 degrees. She was
told that it was unusually hot for September, and she
agreed. But as she reached the foothills the tempera-
ture dropped noticeably. As she continued up the
mountain road and dusk began to fall, Nikki had to
stop to turn on the automatic mechanism to bring the
canvas roof into place over her head, and latched it
down. Then driving for another hour brought her to the
little hamlet that Benjamin Buccannon had told her
would be there. Nikki pulled into the parking lot of
a 7-11 and walked inside.
The girl at the counter looked up, and then did a
double take.
Nikki asked, "Can you please tell me if Raven Lake is
to the right? I think it is, but I just want to make
sure I don't get lost in the dark."
The girl behind the counter stared...mouth agape, and
mumbled, "Huh-huh, it's that way. Are you who I think
you are?" The girl had pointed down the road to the
right, but she looked like she might not have paid
attention to Nikki's question.
Nikki was used to hero worship, and knew how to handle
it. "If you mean am I Nikki, then yes I am, but if you
thought I might be your cousin, well. . . that's pos-
sible too, because my family lives in the country too."
She smiled at the girl's surprised expression.
After autographing her photo on the cover of the cur-
rent Vogue, and verifying that the lake was where she
thought it was, she hopped back into her sports car
(with the sales clerk following her every move through
the window) and sped down the road...
-=-=-=-=-=-
The place was dark when she arrived. The cabin was
small, but well positioned on the side of a hill over-
looking the lake. Nikki couldn't make out much in the
way of features in the dark, so she parked the car at
the roadside and walked up the track. It took about 10
minutes to reach the cabin. During that climb, she kept
her eyes on the place looking for any sign of life.
When she finally reached the cabin door, having knocked
several times, Nikki walked around the structure
wondering where Scott might have gone. Maybe he hadn't
been there after all, maybe Ben had been mistaken.
The young Russian woman kept knocking at the door, then
decided that her friend and boss must not be there.
Thinking about what to do next, Nikki decided to see
if she could get into the cabin, planing to stay the
night, and then head back to town the next day. Trying
the door, she found that it wasn't locked.
'Strange that someone would leave their home unlocked
when they did not live there year around,' she thought.
Nikki walked into the place and tried the light switch,
and it worked. The cabin lit up with a cheery soft
light that made the young woman feel instantly safe and
somehow at home. She explored the four rooms and bath,
then made a sandwich, took a hot relaxing bath and went
to bed.
She picked the master bedroom. The bed had been slept
in, and Nikki could smell Scott's aftershave on the
sheets. She liked the thought that she was sleeping on
his rumpled sheets, and besides, she liked his smell.
It had been a long day for the young woman and she
drifted off to sleep is less time than it takes to say
it. Dreaming dreams of clear air, and pine-scented
woods...
-=-=-=-=-=-
Nikki was jolted into wakefulness as the bed she was
sleeping on began to bounce. Someone had just thrown
themselves onto the bed. It was obviously a man, a very
drunk man.
Nikki instinctively knew that it was Scott, and her
fear fell away, and was replaced by guilt and shame
that she had hurt him, maybe even making him come here
to lick his wounds. Tears welled as she reached for
her friend.
"Scott?"
She touched him and realized that she was feeling naked
skin. Carefully she ran her hand down his arm until her
hand touched his stomach. He was naked!
'Oops! How embarrassing!'
Here she was uninvited, an intruder, and here he was
naked, expecting to crash out on his own bed and sleep
off his drunk. What should she do?
The answer wasn't left up to Nikki, as Scott felt the
hand on his stomach, his drunken state made him react
without rational thought. He reached down and caught
the delicate hand resting on his stomach and pushed it
to his crotch.
He didn't give any thought to why someone was in his
bed, or even if that someone was a man or woman. He
only reacted in his state to the touch of another
human being's hand on his hot, naked flesh.
Nikki was taken aback, as she felt her hand maneuvered
to Scott's sexual organ. He insistently rubbed her open
hand up and down his penis obviously wanting stimula-
tion.
At first, Nikki tried to pull her hand free. She had
never thought to be in this position with her boss,
and knew that it wasn't a good thing to be caught in
the boss's bed. But he was raging drunk and would not
let her go. Nikki thought that maybe if she masturbated
him to orgasm he'd fall asleep and she could sneak out
and he wouldn't remember.
The whole thing reminded her of a similar experience
that she had on a Lear Jet coming to America, not more
than a year ago. The thought that men were pigs
fleeted through her mind, but the difference this time
was that she liked the man, she respected him, and owed
him her happiness. So why not make him feel better,
besides, his current state was probably her fault any-
way.
So Nikki gently wrapped her long delicate fingers
around her Scott's thickening erection, and began to
slowly pump up and down his shaft. She held firmly to
the skin, moving it up and down over the nerve-rich
glans that wrapped around his engorged tool.
Scott obviously liked her doing this, and turned on
his side facing her. He brought his mouth to hers and
began a very sloppy French kiss. Nikki could smell his
favorite liquor on his breath as he forced his tongue
between her lips. She thought, 'Well, I've always
liked his Kentucky mash whisky, I wonder if I can get
high on his saliva?' It almost tasted like pure whisky.
Nikki was a little frightened by Scott's urgent kiss-
ing, and she increased her hand movements between his
legs, hoping to get him off before anything happened
that they might both regret in the morning.
What Nikki couldn't know, in her limited experience
with sex, is that alcohol and orgasms don't mix. Scott
wasn't about to have an orgasm, no matter how long
Nikki pumped on his erect cock. He would last as long
as he wanted to.
If he'd been sober, he probably would have come at the
touch of the beauty's skin on his, but Scott wasn't
thinking, wasn't even aware who he was with.
All he knew was that he wanted to fuck. He'd wanted to
fuck for a long time, and with that thought running
through his alcohol-soaked brain, Scott rolled on top
of Nikki's smaller body, pushing between her naked
legs.
Scott's aggressive move took Nikki's breath away. She
knew as she felt Scott brush her hand away from his
massive hard-on, and as his body mounted hers, that he
was going to have sex with her, and short of knocking
him out with a lamp, she was going to have to take it.
This was only the third time Nikki had been with a man.
The first was with a boy her own age, the second a
lecher who had practically raped her, and now, with a
handsome millionaire, so drunk he didn't even recognize
her.
But she was wrong about his state of mind.
Scott had had a lot to drink, but he knew who she was.
He'd tried to pull away from her, he was going to get
up and leave the room, but when Nikki grasped his cock,
he'd almost jumped through the roof.
When she started to masturbate him, he couldn't help
himself. He'd been attracted to the girl ever sense
he'd first laid eyes on her. He'd wanted to have sex
with her, like every other male in the world, but
always forced the feeling way down inside. Now with
her hand on him, his inhibitions were gone, and his
hormones where raging, demanding to be sated.
Nikki couldn't know what she'd done to make this all
happen, all she knew was that she was going to get
fucked by her boss, and that everything was going to
be different from now on.
She was frightened, heart pounding in her lovely chest
as Scott raised his buttocks into the air and position-
ed his swollen cock at the girl's sex, and then he
thrust himself into the little piece of heaven.
She felt exactly as he'd imagined. She was so tight
and moist and hot. He could feel her vaginal walls
expand around his shaft as he penetrated her, and
grasp him tightly as he bottomed out inside her.
He knew that she'd be fine, but as his stomach came to
rest against hers his eyes opened and he said, "Nikki,
I love you."
Nikki was shocked into stillness as she realized that
the man on top of her, the man thrust deeply inside of
her wasn't that drunk that he knew what he was doing
to her.
She didn't know how to react, although the first
thought was to stop him. She wasn't on the pill. She
didn't need to be with Rachel, and she knew that she
would be ruined if he made her pregnant. But at the
same time, she realized that she loved this man, and
could not stop what was happening between them, no
matter what the consequences.
So, like many women before her, and many after, Nikki
threw caution to the wind and laid back to enjoy the
sensations of the moment.
She would always remember the feeling of making love
for the first time with the man she loved. It was so
different than her other experiences with sex. She
wanted his body, she wanted him to fill her, to spread
her wide. His muscles rippled as he humped into her,
while she ran her hands over his back and buttocks. He
felt so wonderful as he moved inside of her.
Scott couldn't believe he was doing this! Sure, he'd
wanted it for a long time, but to actually be doing it
with her magnificent body, with her lovely mind
accepting him.
They were as one. He'd push into her, and at the same
instant she'd push back to meet him. As their movements
increased in speed, Nikki wrapped her long, shapely
legs around his heaving body and lost herself in the
sensation of his sexual friction against her fevered
insides, and as the rhythm built, both reached the top
in perfect unison.
Nikki heard her familiar cry of joy, the one that
Rachel had heard many times, as an exceptionally
wonderful orgasm would rack her young body. This time,
Nikki's orgasm was enhanced by Scott's throbbing tool
releasing his man-cream deep inside her body.
She thought that she could actually feel him splashing
his sperm deep inside her, or was she imagining it?
"Oh how marvelous," Nikki said in a breathless shaky
voice.
She held Scott's sweat-soaked body to her as they both
drifted off to sleep.
Scott's last conscious though was, 'Hmmm great way to
go to sleep, I think I'll stay snugly inside my honey
all night..."
Both were smiling contentedly.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Nikki was finally home. Now she was completely happy
in America. Her family was doing well, she was able to
send enough money so they could live anywhere they
wanted and live like kings too.
Her family wanted to stay in Russia, so Nikki would
have to talk Scott into taking a vacation there with
her...
Yes, Nikki was truly happy, she had many friends, a
wonderful job, and Scott and Rachel were wonderful
lovers... life was good...
FINI
Thank you Professor Stephen for your continued support.
You're a real sweetie!
© 1997 Kristen Kathleen Becker - Kristen078@Hotmail.com
-=*=-
"You'll find that many of the things we hold to be true, are only that, from
a certain point of view."
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