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Archive name: America3.txt (M/F, mast, nc)
Authors name: Kristen 'Kathy' Becker
Story Title : "Nikki Comes To America"
Part 3 of 3
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This story contains sexual situations and should only be
read by consenting adults. Thank you.
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Part III Nikki - 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 success-
ful 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 him-
self. 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 behavior. She regretted it now.
He'd taken off anyway and no one seemed to know where
he'd gone.
Finally Nikki called Ben Buccannon, the chairman of
the board of the Buccannon Modeling Agency, who was
like a grandfather to the young woman. He'd told her
that Scott sometimes needed to get way from the pres-
sures of work, and that he had a little rustic cabin
in up-state 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 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 beauti-
ful all the time, it begins to loose it's meaning.
Nikki didn't think she was that exceptional, she
thought her room mate 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 body's Nikki had ever seen.
Nikki stopped thinking about her nubile room mate 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 drivers 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 it's 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 re-
gretted 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 temper-
ature dropped noticeably. As she continued up the
mountain road and dusk began to fall, Nikki slowed
and turned on the automatic mechanism to bring the
canvas roof into place over her head. 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 possible too, because
I have family in this country too." She smiled at the
girl 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 road side and walked up the track. It took about
10 minutes to reach the cabin and 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 won-
dering where Scott might have gone. Maybe he hadn't
been there at 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 4 rooms and bath,
then made a sandwich and 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, may be 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
drink. 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 some-
one was in his bed, or even if that someone was a man
or woman. He only reacted in his drunken state to the
touch of another human-beings hand on his hot naked
skin.
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 anyway.
So Nikki gently wrapped her long delicate fingers
around her Scott's thickening erection, and began to
slowly pump up and down his shaft holding firmly to
the skin, moving it up and down over the nerve ending
that wrap 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 in his breath as he forced his tongue between
her lips. She thought, well I've always liked this
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 tool. 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 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 Scott's
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 in-
side. Now with her hand on him, his inhibitions where
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 pound-
ing in her lovely chest as Scott raised his buttocks
into the air and positioned his swollen cock at the
girl's sex, 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
vagina 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, 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 she were made pregnant by him. 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 a man she loved. It was dif-
ferent 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 ac-
cepting him. They were as one. He'd push into her, and
at the same instant he'd push back to meet him. As
there movements increased in speed, Nikki wrapped her
long shapely legs around his heaving body and lost her-
self in the sensation of his sexual tool frictioning
against her fevered insides, as the rhythm built, and
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 won-
derful orgasm would rack her young body. This time
Nikki's orgasm was enhanced by Scott's throbbing tool
releasing his man-cream deeply 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. . ."
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
(c) 1997 Kristen Kathleen Becker
-=*=-
"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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