A Fishing Trip in the Rockies
- Part 2
“Will you let me join you for the night?” she said. Still a bit sleepy, I eagerly agreed. She thanked me with a lingering open-mouthed kiss that left no doubt
about her intentions. Too hurried to try zipping our bags together, we put mine below us and hers on top. “I think you will be good to me,” she said, snuggling close for warmth. I needed no more invitation, but I
decided on the slow approach. I spent the next half hour kissing, caressing and holding Dagmar as she gradually got more and more aroused. Many times I let my open hands float down her back and sides, over her ass and hips, then down her thighs. When my fingertips finally brushed the crotch of her panties, it was damp with pussy juice and her hips jerked convulsively
upward, seeking more contact. When I finally took off her loose undershirt she responded by pulling off my T-shirt, eagerly licking my nipples and running her fingers through my chest hair.
“Please,” she whispered urgently. “Move faster.”
But I had no intention of moving faster. I was enjoying the gradually building intensity. I slowly kissed her lips, her face, her ears, her neck. I licked her
breasts everywhere but her nipples, and she gasped when I accidentally brushed my stubbly cheek against their hardness. I kissed my way down her stomach to her mound then retreated. Finally I attacked her nipples with my
tongue, flicking them quickly back and forth, at first softly then harder, from different directions. I enjoyed playing with her stiff little nubs in my mouth.
Her moans of pleasure filled my ears and my little tent. She held my head in her hands and I could tell when my tongue hit a particularly sensitive spot
because her fingers tightened in my hair. My left hand was buried in the thick hair at the top of Dagmar’s neck while the fingertips of my right hand
caressed her writhing legs from ankles to hips, con-centrating on the sensitive skin behind her knees and on the insides of her thighs. Her occasional moans became louder and more frequent, almost grunts, as she
began rhythmically thrusting her hips upward. I judged she was ready.
I shifted myself until I lay full-length beside Dagmar. Her lips sought my mouth and she attacked me with a kiss, urgently thrusting her tongue inside my mouth, crushing my head to hers with both hands. I let my right-hand fingertips drift one more time across the taut, wet fabric covering her crotch, then drove my hand beneath the waistband of her panties. Lifting the
fabric away from her dripping pussy, my middle finger drove down through her tangled, sopping hair to find her slick, swollen labia. Pulling her lips from mine,
Dagmar gasped and thrust her hips upward. Quickly my finger traced her pussy lips down, found her opening, then sank inside her as far and as fast as I could thrust.
She cried out loud and gripped my arm with both hands, trying to force my hand into contact with her burning clitoris. Instead, I avoided touching her pearl and thrust my middle finger inside her half-a-dozen times, gently stretching her vagina each time I slowly pulled my finger out. Then I added my second finger to the first and thrust into her several times before pulling
out altogether. Dagmar moaned with frustrated lust.
“Bitte,” she murmured urgently in my ear. “Bitte!”
With my wet middle finger, I traced one outer labia up, circled her clitoris, then traced the other labia down gently to rim her opening. Next I put my fingertip firmly against the upper edge of her opening, then drew it up her slit towards her clitoris, her inner lips parting around my finger like soil around a plow. But I avoided her swollen pearl again despite the quick upward thrust of her hips. This time I pulled my hand entirely out of her panties and I saw her questioning eyes open to watch me as I put it to my face and slowly sucked her juices off my fingers. Watching intently, she panted deeply three
times, her taut breasts and their hardened nipples heaving upward together in the dim light. One of her hands squeezed my dick so hard it hurt.
Then I thrust my hand back into her panties. This time I quickly found her clitoris with my middle finger and began to flick it fast, but so lightly I could barely feel the wet little bump. Dagmar’s breathing quickly accelerated until it was a hoarse roar in my ears and the tension froze her leg and stomach muscles solid. Cresting hard, she held her breath entirely for half-a-dozen heartbeats then began a deep-throated groan that opened into a sharp, high cry of completion. She raised her hips entirely off the ground and held them
suspended, jerking slightly, until her orgasm had run its course.
My hand stayed locked on her dripping pussy as my finger drove her over her orgasm and down the other side. My finger didn’t still until she began to squirm her hips away from it, becoming too sensitive to be touched. Then I cupped her soaking mound with my hand and pulled her naked shoulders against me with my free arm as she began the long trip down. She shuddered
occasionally as the aftershocks of her orgasm hit her. By this time I was eager to plunge my aching hard-on into Dagmar’s dripping pussy. I was pulling my shorts off with one hand and holding her with the other when I stopped in surprise. The tent door had again begun unzipping from the outside. When it was fully open, another dark figure groped her way inside. Despite the
shadowy light, I could tell it was Angie.
She said something in German that started Dagmar giggling as she translated.
“Angie says she couldn’t stand listening to me any longer and had to come to get something for herself,” Dagmar said, obviously amused.
Now my little tent was truly filled beyond capacity and, while I had no intention of kicking Angie out, I also had no idea where she could go. Dagmar was pressed full length against one wall, I was sitting hunched nearly double at the back end of the tent and Angie was kneeling at the front, closing the zippered door. I only had a second to think about it before Angie
impatiently pulled her t-shirt over her head, her large breasts bobbing, then lay down and put her feet in my lap as she struggled to push her panties down her legs.
I thought it was only reasonable to help, so I pulled her panties off and found the crotch – like Dagmar’s – already damp with her juices. Now, I truly enjoy
eating pussy so it seemed natural to pull Angie’s legs towards me, guiding each of them over a shoulder. I planted a kiss on the inside of one thigh and was rewarded by a quick sigh. Though my dick was aching for release, I settled in to tease Angie to an orgasm, kissing my way slowly towards her hole. Then Angie erupted tersely in German and Dagmar translated.
“Angie says you should not be slow, but very fast with her,” Dagmar said.
I readily pushed her thighs a little further apart and, planted my open mouth over the gaping wet lips of Angie’s pussy. The hair guarding her gash was much finer than Dagmar’s and my tongue parted it easily, immediately finding her finger-thick and juicy outer labia. I sucked her pussy lips, pulling them into my mouth, caressing them with my tongue. She cried out, arching her back and pushing her pussy up against my open mouth. I rewarded her by darting my tongue down and firmly rimming her opening. Angie began to pant
loudly for air and dug both hands into my hair, as if she were trying to push my head inside her. ..to be contd
A Fishing Trip in the Rockies
- Part 3
Three times I stuck my tongue in her hole, then drew it slowly up her slit to circle her clitoris, tasting her tart, flowing juices along the way. She ripped out a sentence in German that needed no translation. “Stop teasing and finish me, you bastard!” is pretty easy to understand. I covered her clit with my mouth and began the same fast, light flicking motion with my tongue tip that I’d used on Dagmar with my finger. The result was the same, yet wonderfully different. In less than a minute Angie began to come, her whole body convulsing time after time. Her muscular thighs locked themselves on
either side of my neck while her hands tried to push my head even harder against her crotch. She came forever, pumping her hips up against my mouth while pussy juice flooded from her gash down her ass crack.
Her deep, drawn-out climax groans filled the tent and echoed among the trees outside. Then, as her orgasm had clearly crested and was beginning to slacken, I thrust two fingers hard and without warning inside her one into her gaping pussy and the other into her wonderfully tight and juicy-slick asshole.
Angie exploded. It was like riding a bucking bronc. I had to fight to keep my mouth on her pussy, my tongue lashing her through her renewed climax. Her heels beat against my lower back. I could see her head with its cloud of black hair whipping back and forth and her big, firm tits quivered again and again from the shock waves rippling through her body. I pulled my fingers
nearly out of her, then shoved them in again, and again, and again. I don’t know German, but it sounded like she was screaming, “Yes! Oh, god, yes! Yes! Yes!
YES!
It seemed like an hour before the rock-hard muscles in Angie’s thighs and stomach began to relax. I slowly let my fingers slip out of the warm grip of her pussy and the even warmer grip of her ass. I clearly felt her muscular asshole grasp my finger several times as I gradually pulled it out. Angie was murmuring softly, almost inaudibly, to herself, one arm across her
substantial breasts while the other hand caressed my hair. I wasn’t given much time to rest on my laurels. As I gently maneuvered my head out of Angie’s swollen, soaking crotch, I could feel Dagmar’s soft breasts and
hard nipples against my arm. She was attacking my right ear with her tongue. One hand grasped my dick like a vise, while the other seemed to be everywhere at once, roaming over my body. I turned my head to kiss Dagmar
and she got even wilder, alternately sucking hard on my tongue and kissing all over my face though it was coated from eyebrows to chin with Angie’s pussy juices.
Dagmar would not be denied. She roughly guided me onto my back beside Angie and straddled me. Her left arm supported her weight while her right hand found my dick and guided it between her swollen pussy lips. A half-
second later she dropped her entire weight downward, eagerly impaling herself with a cry to the full length of my penis. Her pussy felt wonderfully tight, wet and warm. She must have enjoyed the sensation, too, because
she paused a minute, gasping, her weight forcing her pussy lips against the base of my dick. Then, with both hands planted on my chest, Dagmar began
rhythmically lifting herself halfway off my dick then dropping back down to encase me inside her. Each time her sopping pussy plunged to the base of my dick, she gave a little grunt of pleasure and her panting filled the tent. I groaned. It was all I could do to stop myself from coming instantly as the warm, clasping walls of her pussy slid up and down my cock. I held back with difficulty, watching the concentration on her face and the bouncing of her lovely breasts as she fucked me. I was dimly aware of Angie lying beside me,
watching us contentedly with one hand between her legs and the other lightly pinching her nipples. I reached up and cupped the considerable weight of Dagmar’s tits, hefting and caressing them for a few strokes, then took her thimble-sized nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. She groaned but kept going, her head now thrown forward so her hair hid her face. Each time she lifted herself off me she nearly pulled her nipples from my fingers, stretching them tautly downward. She whimpered with each tug on her nips.
Dagmar gradually speeded her rhythm and I heard a low, growling sound coming from her chest. A faint, wet slap was audible each time she drove herself down on my dick. The tangy smell of pussy filled the little tent.
Then Dagmar muttered something harshly in German and was no longer lifting herself up but rocking quickly back and forth, focusing her weight on the point where her clitoris nestled against the base of my dick. Her
fingernails dug into my chest and then she was coming, coming hard, with short hoarse cries of completion that went on and on. The minute change in sensation drove me out of control and soon I was trying to thrust up into her, my throbbing penis spurting what felt like a quart of hot semen deep inside her muscular belly. Finally, she collapsed forward onto me, groaning,
drained of strength. I could feel her rock-hard nipples as her breasts flattened against my chest and her ragged breathing roared in my ear. I wrapped my arms around and caressed her back and neck with my open
hands. Her slick pussy still grasped my dick firmly, squeezing it occasionally as her inner muscles continued to convulse. It was a long time before my sticky dick became soft enough to finally slip from her gash.
Angie joined us then, snuggling close, taking my right arm to wrap around her shoulders and tucking sleeping bags around our three naked and wet bodies. She said something in German which started Dagmar chuckling, then laughing out loud, and Angie began laughing hard, too. It took Dagmar awhile to answer when I asked what was so funny.
“Angie,” she gasped, “Angie is saying you are a very
BAD boy!” Then I had a good laugh, too.
We slept that night, exhausted, in a tangled heap of arms, legs – asses, pussies and breasts. Angie woke me at some point in the night by gently stroking my dick. Too tired for anything else, I fingered her to a quick, intense orgasm while giving her long, lazy tongue kisses. On the other side of me, I don’t think Dagmar even woke up. Around dawn they each gave me a
quick kiss and left the tent while I continued to doze for awhile. Giggling like a couple of 10-year-olds, they had breakfast ready when I got up.
I spent the next four days teaching Angie and Dagmar the mysteries of fly fishing and taking care of Erma’s ankle with cold, wet compresses. Dagmar proved to be naturally coordinated, casting easily and catching nearly as many fish as I did. Angie had a frustrating time at first but then developed into a very competent fisherman. I sometimes just sat napping or reading on
a sunny slope overlooking the scene while they used my gear to fish in nearby ponds. The girls took over the cooking after sampling my primitive efforts and we shared the other chores.
As for the nights, Angie and Dagmar must have arranged a system between them. The first night after the wild episode in my tent, nothing was said but Angie simply moved her sleeping bag and pad in with me at bedtime.
Dagmar stayed in the other tent and took care of Erma. The next night, it was Dagmar who moved in with me. Then Angie on the third night and Dagmar again on the last. Erma, whose ankle quickly improved, seemed to find the whole situation laughable and never showed any interest in participating. I didn’t care. Erma would ordinarily have been very attractive to me – with her thin, good looks; long, tapering legs; and small, round breasts. But I didn’t have the time or energy for any interest in her. Angie and Dagmar each wanted a lot of fucking and weren’t shy about demanding their share. There was simply nothing of me left over for Erma…to be contd
A Fishing Trip in the Rockies
- Epilogue
Angie was the more demanding, eager to try a different position the minute the idea popped into her head. She enjoyed it, but was essentially impatient with fore-play. As soon as she felt her orgasm building, she wanted to come, and quickly. Angie wanted to be fucked hard and fast, egging me on if I slowed by rocking to a faster rhythm or digging her short nails into my ass.
She paid little attention to my body, other than to pull me into the position she wanted and guide my dick eagerly into the gap between her muscular thighs. She climaxed readily and noisily under my fingers or tongue but clearly get the most enjoyment out of a deep, fast, pounding fuck. She had, at most, two orgasms in one session, then quickly fell asleep.
If Angie was a glutton when it came to sex, Dagmar was a gourmet, and much more my style. She obviously savored my slow, teasing foreplay with tongue and fingers, and had the patience to endure a long, intense
fucking with several fast and slow intervals. She was capable of three or four orgasms in a two-hour session of lovemaking. Dagmar liked to get on top and slowly, teasingly, rock herself to a climax while looking into my eyes in the subdued light. She liked a lot of cuddling, caressing and kissing afterwards and loved to have her pussy eaten. She wasn’t shy about giving head, but clearly preferred me to come inside her.
Finally, it was time for me to return to my home and work. Although we made love the night before, Dagmar woke me at 4 a.m. on the last day for a long, intense session of lovemaking. Her goal seemed to be keeping my dick hard and deep inside her as long as possible. Later the girls hiked to the trail head with me and accepted my offer of a ride to Estes Park. There, Erma
and Angie pecked me on the lips and Dagmar left me with a deep, powerful kiss and a soulful look in the eyes before we reluctantly turned away.
-—–
A year later I got a mysterious envelope marked “personal” addressed to me at work and postmarked from Germany. Inside were a letter and photo. I immediately recognized the vibrant, stylishly dressed young woman
in the picture as Dagmar, looking as lovely as ever. Then I remembered standing beside a mountain stream and telling her about the company where I worked. She was holding a cute little tow-headed baby in that posses-
sive way mothers have. The letter told the whole story.
“Dear R—, I’m sure you’ll be surprised when you look at my photo and see the souvenir I brought back from my trip to America. I didn’t plan to get a baby, but when I found I was pregnant I felt nothing but happiness. I wanted to keep my little boy as soon as I found out he was coming. Someday I will marry and have other children but for now I am selfish to have this
one for me alone. Please understand I have wonderful feelings for you and our few days together and that memory and my little son are all I want from you. He’s very smart and strong and, as you can see, beautiful.
Angie and Erma are his aunties. We think of you often with warmth and love. Thank you. Love, Dagmar”
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oxilary
when i go fishing, always guys one
hahaha…u dun noe where got chio bo meh!!..U remember the place u do reccee b4 during your NS
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hahaha…u dun noe where got chio bo meh!!..U remember the place u do reccee b4 during your NS
alot of places wor.. hehe..
when we do watermanship dat 1 lagi best.. all the wakeboarders
but well.. can see cannot touch.. like stories can read.. cannot do
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can see cannot touch.. like stories can read.. cannot do
Read & learn….then go GL & try out the various styles bah
The Life Guard
- Part 1
To be in a car in the middle of winter in the north of England with a man you loathe when you’ve split up with your boyfriend is not an ideal situation. But that was the way it was for Melissa Wightman and she guessed she would just have to live with it. She and her colleague, Tony Price, were heading for Harrogate, North Yorkshire for an annual Pharmaceuticals Trade Fair, the idea being to massage the egos of all the current clients and hopefully reel in some new ones. It was pretty big deal and all the major players in the industry would be there. It was an opportunity to really make some hits and since it was Melissa’s first time, her bosses hadn’t tired of telling her how important the whole affair was. She had been with the company three years and was fairly experienced but would not normally have been let loose at such a high profile clambake. However, Dussier-Vandenbergh Industries best marketing agent had gone down with a touch of flu the night before, and Melissa had been summoned at short notice without notice. It was a case of drop everything, pack a bag and ask questions later. Tony, her traveling companion, on the other hand was an old stager, a veteran of ten consecutive fairs. A star, supposedly. He was doing the driving, and glanced over at her as they crossed a junction.
“You know Melissa,” he said, rather knowingly “the key to making an impression at these things is this; forget about selling the company, forget selling the product, and think only about selling yourself. That’s the only thing you need to concern yourself with. The rest will follow. The clients know they get the product from John Smith down the road if the want to, or Joan Smith even, but they’ll work with us if we give them that bit extra. Its what its all about.. Its about making contacts, being busy, getting your face known.”
“Right.” Melissa said.
“You don’t sound too interested.”
Certainly not interested in you thought Melissa. She knew what Tony’s angle was. Everyone at Dussier Vandenbergh bar the tea lady knew that she had just broken off a two year engagement with her boyfriend Tom only a month before, and for that reason she was fair game. And why not she supposed wearily. She was twenty four, intelligent, blonde, very attractive and had the body of a Dolce Cabbana underwear model. On the surface she had everything, a 40K a year job, an apartment in Islington, a good job. No, a great job. But as of November 15th 2001, no boyfriend. Until two weeks previously the possibilities seemed endless. Marriage. A house. Holidays in the Caribbean. Babies. No more though. Tom’s problem, she had concluded, was that he possessed a lethal combination of being just about the best looking man in London yet having zero will power. He just couldn’t say no. Just exactly how many other girls he had been fucking since they were engaged she would never know, but it was double figures at least. She supposed it was only a matter of time before she had caught him. On this occasion it had been when she had decided to pay him a surprise visit at his office and he had caught him with his pants around his ankles with his PA giving him a blowjob. Less strong minded girls would have fallen for his pathetic explanations, his crass attempts at reconciliation (flowers, chocolates, courier delivered taped messages etc.), but Melissa knew that to do that would be to keep on forgiving him forever and ever. Therefore, she had to end it right there and then. It had hurt to do that. Big time. He may have been a weak willed, fornicating, public school educated twerp, but for that she loved him.
A lot But she supposed, what had been disastrous for her love life had been great for her career. Since the big split she had literally lost herself in her work, turning in one nine o’clock finish after another. Out had gone the late nights drinking and partying in the West End, in had come hours glued to her desk working, reading and researching. Mostly it was simply an attempt to prevent the whole thing getting to her, but it had also had the effect of making her very good at her job. Clients had suddenly started asking for her by name to run their accounts and she had secured two big contracts on the strength of her growing reputation. Her efforts had not gone unnoticed by her superiors and a promotion to senior status had been mentioned on more than one occasion. And with that would come a substantial pay raise and an upgraded company car. The fact that she had been summoned to fill in on this high profile marketing event was a clear indication of the growing esteem in which she was now held. It didn’t stop her from feeling unhappy though. Or from being lumped with a complete idiot as a traveling companion.
After another half an hour on the road, they found the hotel, an old style establishment in the outskirts of Harrogate that had been bought up by one of the big chains and then refurbished. After checking in they found their rooms, and Melissa was pleased to see that she and Tony were on different floors. They agreed to meet for dinner. Melissa didn’t really want to and would have much preferred something from room service, but given that Tony was effectively her boss she figured that she had best make the effort. The hotel restaurant was about half full when they arrived, and inhabited mostly by people in suits as well, many talking secretively. Melissa presumed that many of them were also there for the convention. They ordered food and Melissa made as polite and congenial conversation as was possible.
“That one over there,” said Tony, thrusting his fork in the direction of a table by the wall, “is Andy Taylor. Pretty awesome reputation. Awesome. Been in the industry fifteen years. Worked for all the big names. Knows everyone and everyone knows him. As for the girl whose with him, that’s anyone’s guess. Andy always was a bit of a player though. Over there is Jan Robson, another big hitter.”
Tony looked in both directions and then leaned forward conspiratorially. In a loud whisper he said, “Rumour has it that Glaxo Wellcome have just headhunted her but noone officially knows so don’t mention it to anyone.”
“I’ll remember not to.” she replied.
Melissa studied Tony with detached contempt as he spoke, fairly uninterested in his industry gossip. He was about thirty five and balding rapidly, very bad teeth as well. Not a particularly attractive man, but from she had heard he was very good at his job.
“Another thing I should have mentioned Melissa,” he continued between mouthfuls, “these things aren’t all work, work, work. The guys know how to party too. There have been some pretty legendary times down the years. Its tradition for the all the delegates to get together on the Saturday night. It can get pretty wild.”
“Oh.” replied Melissa
“But hey, that’s what were like yeah? Work hard, play hard. That is if you can keep up with the pace” With that Tony took a long sip of his wine, and had a pleased look on his face. He winked at her. Melissa groaned inwardly.
“If you say so Tony.” Melissa was loathing it already.
“I do. Listen, how about we have a few drinks in the bar afterwards, go over our strategy for tomorrow?”
Melissa shifted in her seat.
“If its all the same Tony I’d rather get an early night. Its been a long day. I’ll make some more notes before I go to sleep”
Tony looked a little disappointed but then nodded, “You do that. You’ll need all your energy. Plenty of time for socialising later.”
“Er, yes.”
Melissa did not go straight for bed after dinner. Instead, she made for the hotel pool which was located in an adjoining building on the ground floor. When she had got the call to arms she had checked out the hotel’s facilities on the web and remembered to throw her swimming cossie in with the rest of the stuff. The pool area seemed fairly new and looked clean enough, designed with a kind of roman baths theme in mind, lots of white marble and so on. The lighting was soft and the poolside was adorned by some large tropical looking plants and a couple of fake statues.
There was no one around and she carefully draped her towel over one of the poolside loungers. She then carefully lowered herself in. The water was lovely and warm. The pool was only about twenty metres, but Melissa made good use of what was available, alternating between strokes for about thirty lengths. Gradually she felt herself begin to relax, stretch out and focus her mind on the next day. She had always made an effort to stay fit, even through the excesses of university. Working out for 2 hours a day was her way of counteracting too many cigarettes, late nights and vodka aftershocks
Eventually she stopped for a rest, and leaned against the edge, the only sound in the hollow chamber that of her breathing hard from the effort. She ran a hand over body through black material of speedo. Her breasts were a good asset she knew, high, full, not too large, kept taut from exercise. Her mid section next. Still quite firm, but a little bit of a tummy developing, probably the result of too many chocolate bars consumed for consolation in the wake of the break up. She was about to turn around and start swimming again when a voice called out.
“Closing the pool soon.”…to be contd
The Life Guard
- Part 2
Melissa looked up. A guy dressed in shorts, t-shirt and flip flops had appeared from nowhere and was busy gathering towels from the poolside.
“Okay.” replied Melissa loudly, “Just give me a minute.”
The guy nodded and carried on with what he was doing. He had short blonde hair and was a little boyish looking, maybe in his late teens or early twenties. Nice smile. She couldn’t help but notice that he also had great legs, slim and lightly muscled. That was the downfall of many a good looking guy she decided, great up top, but let down totally by legs like pipe cleaners. He began to heap the towels into a laundry bag.
“Excuse me.” called out Melissa.
The attendant stopped what he was doing and came over to her.
“Can I help?”
Melissa nodded in the direction of a glass door on the other side of the pool. “I see you have a sauna. It looks locked though.”.
“Yeah.” said the attendant at length, “Problem with the thermostat. They’ve meant to have been coming to fix it for ages now. Hopefully it will be fine by next week.”
“I’ll be gone then, “Melissa said glumly.
“Just here for the weekend?”
“Yeah. I’m work in marketing for one of the big drugs companies. Got a big sales fair tomorrow and Sunday.”
“Oh yeah. Heard about it. There’s a few people staying here for that. Come here every year apparently. Saw some of them before in the lobby, lapel badges and the like”
“Spot us conference lot a mile off can’t you?”
“I can hear you a mile off more like!”
“Hey!”
“Sorry.” The guy looked genuinely embarrassed, a little humble, like he felt he had spoken out of turn
Melissa shook her head, “Don’t worry about it. I’m teasing. The industry is populated with idiots who think that lapel badges, laptops and suit carriers are the very hallmarks of success. What about you? Do you work here full time?”
“Me? No. Just on weekends. I’m studying medicine at Leeds University. Second year. Do this to keep the wolf from the door. You know, impoverished student and all that. My parents know someone in this hotel group and got me the job that way. Its okay I guess. Better than serving in a bar.”
The guy bent down to pick up a couple more loose towels. Nice backside too, thought Melissa, if only subconsciously. Having studied him for a couple of minutes she decided he was pretty good looking overall. Bit like a grown up choir boy without the floppy hair. Not that she was interested in that kind of thing in her present state of mind. From now on she was little miss career minded. He was probably a bit young too. After all, Tom had been ten years her senior. For some reason she then asked;
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
A pause. Then he looked at her a touch sheepishly and shook his head, “No, no.”
“Oh surely you must.”
Another pause.
“Well, there was someone. Last year. Someone very special. But….” he broke off, his eyes tinged with a little sadness, “Let’s just say that medical degrees and relationships don’t really make the best companions”
“You go out a bit though.”
He shook his head, “Not much, between studying and working here there isn’t a lot of time.” Then he broke into a smile, “Or money for that matter!”
Melissa grinned also. She felt for him a little. By dedicating himself to something so worthwhile he was forsaking his youth to a degree. She recalled her own time at university, all wild nights of partying and getting drunk, stoned and laid, the routine broken by the occasional lecture or exam. And then straight into a good job after that. These poor souls had to study properly for five years for the privilege of working 80 hours a week for ungrateful employers and equally ungrateful patients. Why anyone would do it she couldn’t fathom.
“You must let off steam somehow.”
“I guess.” he shrugged, “I swim for the university team.”
“Really? Are you good?”
“Okay I suppose.” Almost as an afterthought he added, “I was in the Great Britain squad for a bit. Did the pre Olympic training and all that.”
“Okay?” she chided, “Okay? The Olympic team? That’s amazing. I’m very impressed. What happened?”
He sat down on one of the lounger and sighed. “I took it seriously for years, but then figured there are more important things in life than swimming up and down a pool all day just for the sake of winning a little bit of metal to wear around your neck. I swim now because I want to.” He brightened a little and smiled, “And because it stops me from becoming an alcoholic chain smoker!”
Melissa laughed. She liked this guy. He seemed different from the majority of men she knew. He had a good heart. He also had that little touch of vulnerability that most girls couldn’t help but find quite sexy.
“Why don’t you come in and join me for a swim?” she asked. Again the words left her without actually having been granted permission by her brain.
The life guard looked a little embarrassed and then shook his head firmly, “Not allowed. If the management found out I’d lose my job. Besides I have to throw you out now anyway.”
Melissa felt slightly foolish having asked him. She hoped he hadn’t got the wrong impression.
“Okay. Just give me two minutes.”
He looked uncertain. “Alright, but only two. I’ll expect you to be gone when I come back.”
“Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.”
He turned to walk away. But then turned back. He squatted down on his haunches.
“I’m Matt by the way. Matt Smith.”
She took his hand, “Melissa. Melissa Wightman. Pleased to meet you.”
Saturday morning was an early start. Melissa and Tony took a light breakfast and then left their hotel at 7.30am. The conference facility, an old country house, was about two miles away and it took them a good half an hour to get everything set up. All around them were their competitors all busily making their own preparations. Tony disappeared occasionally to make banter with someone he recognised but generally he spent his time organising and fussing. At 9.30am sharp the delegates began to flood in and soon Tony and Melissa were at full stretch selling and promoting the company. The next eight hours were among the most exhausting Melissa had ever known. Many of the people who came to see them were people they already supplied, but there was new blood too interested in what they had to do. By the end of the day her face ached from smiling so much. But it felt good. She knew that she had performed well. Tony was a revelation. Repulsive he may have been but he really was a master at this game. He knew the industry inside out and most people recognised him. His appearance belied a silver tongued elegance when delivering a pitch and he had a whole battery of techniques at his disposal; although mostly variations on a theme, flattery for the ladies, banter with the guys. Several prospective clients had taken an interest in their stand and had gone away with brochures and flattery ringing in their eyes. At the end of the day Tony looked pretty pleased with himself.
When they returned to the hotel Melissa headed straight for the pool again before dinner. She was slightly disappointed not find the young life guard there this time. Instead there was a guy in his fifties who looked like a Royal Marines fitness instructor.
“Is your colleague not here this evening?” asked Melissa after she had completed her swim.
“Who? Matt? Not sure. I think he might be studying for an exam for something.”
“Oh right.”
Melissa headed back to her room and changed for dinner. After eating she reluctantly agreed to attend the traditional conference bash at another nearby hotel. It was a hellish as she had imagined. Lots of overweight executives drinking too much and trying it on with every piece of skirt available. After being so great in the day, Tony returned to normal. He was particularly annoying and insisted on making crude and suggestive remarks all evening. Eventually Melissa made her excuses, citing a headache and that she was tired.
“But the party’s just getting going!” pleaded the drunken Tony.
“All the same, I’m going.” replied Melissa and walked herself home.
Sunday was traditionally a quieter day at the fair and Melissa and Tony actually had time to stop for a breather from time to time. Tony needed the rest for the previous night’s exertions had clearly taken their toll and he was not the bright and cheery spark of 24 hours previously. It was not quite as successful as Saturday, but still a good days work. By about four o’clock things went very quiet and Melissa and Tony began to pack up. They were back at the hotel by five.
“Well, that’s that over with for another year.” Tony said over dinner. “We make a good team me and you. Hopefully we’ll do it again next year.”
I doubt it thought Melissa. By this time next year she would be the one deciding who did and did not represent the company at these events.
“By the way, you’ll come to round two tonight won’t you? Its at the Marriott. And hey, you’ve got no excuses for not lasting the distance this time.”
“I don’t think so thanks. We have a long drive tomorrow”
Tony leaned forward toward her in a manner that made her feel a little uncomfortable.
“Listen Melissa,” he said, “There’s no point in denying it. Let’s not mess around any more. I like you, you like me. Why don’t we see if it can work.”
Melissa raised her hand, “Er Tony, I don’t think…”
Tony was seemingly oblivious to all reason. He reached forward and placed a hand on her breasts and leaned forward to kiss her. Melissa had encountered this situation before and pulled away sharply.
“Tony! What do you think you’re doing?”
Around them people stopped what they were doing to watch.
Tony turned angry…to be contd
The Life Guard
- Part 3
“You’re nothing but a prick teasing slag, no wonder your boyfriend screwed around on you. You’re not even any good at your job. Yes, that’s right. You only got the job because of your looks. The directors figured you’d be good for a few contracts on that basis alone. And don’t think that fancy bloody education is your ticket to fame and fortune. Everyone knows that any old slapper can get a degree these days.”
Melissa chewed slowly, digesting the hurtful words carefully, resisting the urge to take the wine bottle and smash over his stupid thinning head. Instead her rebuke was purely verbal
“You bastard. You absolute bastard. You pathetic, ugly, foul smelling, inadequate bastard. I wouldn’t sleep with you if you were the last man on earth!”
Tony took the insult like it was an everyday occurrence.
“That’s it. Consider yourself out of a job as of Monday. I’ll see its done, mark my words.” Tony swept away from the table, “I’m off to find some real action. Have a nice night.”
And so Melissa was left on her own, fighting back the tears. She had shown defiance, but the cut ran deep. She was not as tough as she liked to think.
It was an extremely angry, upset and pent up Melissa that took to the pool that evening. Foregoing style and grace for raw aggression she thrashed up and down the cool cyan waters for as many lengths as it took her to work out the worst of her bile. She stopped for a quick breather and then started again. The next twenty lengths were calmer and more controlled, and her mind became engaged in thinking up ways that she could put one over on her odious workmate. Various ingenious schemes came and went, some of them particularly cruel, others devilishly clever, but all eventually abandoned in the face of reason and a desire to keep her job. She decided that there wasn’t much anger left in her that couldn’t be cured by the bottle of unopened red wine in her room. She was already plotting her defence and wondered what trumped up charge Tony would try and make up against her. Whatever it was she was damned if she was going to go without a fight. She was good at her job and had every intention of keeping it, every intention. She just hoped that her bosses would give her a fair hearing. She was just pulling herself out of the pool when Matt arrived carrying a mop and bucket.
“Hello there.” he said.
“Hi.” replied Melissa, wrapping a towel around herself.
Matt stood in front of her for a while, not saying anything. It was all a bit awkward for a moment and Melissa figured she would make for the door and finish drying herself in her room. Matt started to dip his mop into the bucket.
“The sauna is going again by the way. They came today to fix it. If you want to have a go. you’ve got about thirty minutes before I close the pool. See, the door’s open now.”
Melissa swallowed hard, thinking. What the hell, she thought, what the fucking hell. She dropped her towel to the floor and could see that her nipples had hardened visibly against the stretchy fabric of the swimsuit.
In a low, almost inaudible, voice she said.
“Okay. I will do. You have five minutes to come and join me.” She began to move away but stopped to utter, “By the way. You won’t get a second chance this time.”
Melissa left him there and made for the sauna shutting the door firmly behind her. There was noone inside. The room was filled with dry air and moist wooden benches. She added a little water to the coals and took her place on one of the upper benches. She stretched out and began to relax. Clouds of steam began to rise around her. She didn’t have a watch on but she reckoned that Matt must have used up about four and a half of his allotted five minutes before he finally arrived. She glanced sideways from her prone position as the door opened and could just make out his silhouette through the hot mist. He sat beside her and she could see that he still had his t-shirt and shorts on. Melissa sat up.
“I thought you were never going to come.” she murmoured.
“I’ve locked he door to the pool.” was his stilted reply.
“That was a good thing to do. Here, let’s get that shirt off.”
Melissa helped him ease himself out of the now damp t-shirt. His chest and shoulder muscles were coated with little droplets of sweat which ran downwards towards his navel, joining together in salty rivulets. Melissa lowered her tongue and gently scooped one of the droplets from his skin. It tasted sweet and salty, she could tell he was in good health. She began to lightly caress his well muscled upper body, delighting in its firmness. What a difference it made to be with a man in shape. She felt his leg shudder a little.
“Don’t be nervous.” she said, taking his hand, “Put your hand here.”
With that she inserted his hand inside her costume and let him feel for her pussy. He was not green as he appeared and stroked her with a gentleness and a precision she had not expected.
“Are you always this wet?” he asked quietly.
“Only when I see what I want.”
Melissa took his other hand to her breast and began to kiss him, around the lips at first and then deeper inside his mouth. Running a hand over his thigh she detected a hardness in his shorts. She got up and made for the door.
“I think its time we went somewhere else. Room 23. Ten minutes. Don’t be late.”
And then she had gone.
By the time Matt arrived Melissa had changed out of the costume into nothing but a pair of black thong like panties. She opened the door and let him without uttering a word. She reclined on the bed and nodded in the direction of two newly poured glasses of wine on the table beside.
“Drink?”
“Not yet.” he said.
Melissa detected a cool purpose in his eyes. Something was going to happen here. What was he going to do?
He removed his shirt for a second time that evening and lay next to her. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “Don’t move a muscle. If you do I’ll go.”
Melissa opened her mouth in preparation for a rebuke. Who was he to make demands? But she thought better of it. She had clearly underestimated this young man and decided that he was playing a game she liked. She did as he said, lay back on the pillow and waited.
First of all she could feel his hand tracing itself across her stomach and ribs, lightly so that it stimulated the most sensitive upper layer of her skin. She shivered. This carried on for a while until eventually he reached her breasts, circling beneath them and over them, round and round. He never once touched her nipples but they had become hardened again to such a degree that they hurt. Next came his tongue, retracing the same areas where his hands had been, skillfully sliding, flicking and caressing. My God! thought Melissa, a shiver of excitement running through her.. This was incredible, more than she could have hoped for. She had expected an enjoyable but brief romp against the bed head with an athletic but sexually naive stud. But he had so much more too him than that. She prayed that he didn’t look too closely at her pants because she was sure that they were by damp from her excitement. Then his tongue withdrew and his mouth was next to her ear.
“I going to turn you over, gently.” he whispered.
She didn’t resist.
“Raise your hips a little.” he commanded.
She did. She felt his fingers hook themselves around the fabric of her panties and then slowly, ever so slowly begin to draw them down towards her feet. It was an exquisite sensation feeling the material being pulled away, resisted only vaguely by her skin. His next move was to trace his tongue in a trail from the small of her lower back upwards whilst one of his hands caressed her buttocks in a circular motion. He tongue licked her again along the same line, moist but not too much. This continued for a time, and then he rolled her over again. She knew what was coming, but that did not break the anticipation. He started by kissing the area where her calf met her knee, staying there for an age, licking and caressing in a mixture of short and lengthy strokes. Then he progressed to the inner thigh, with more gentle flicking, just enough to tease and torment her, raising her expectations without quite taking her to the brink. She hoped that he would dwell there for a while and not reach her pussy too quickly, for she knew that she would come the instant his tongue touched her clitoris. Eventually the inevitable came, and sure enough she was unable to prevent her orgasm. But he was so ensconced that she let him carry on his delightful work. This he did for another five to ten minutes before saying.
“Open your eyes.”
Melissa saw him standing next to the bed now. She almost gasped with awe and not a little fear when she saw the size of his erection. It was enormous. But the thought of it inside her thrilled her. He was wielding a condom packet.
“Help me.” he commanded ..to be contd
The Life Guard
- Part 4
Years of skilled practice had taught Melissa how to perform this little task with the minimum of fuss. Job done, he lay down on the bed and beckoned her. Melissa nodded and climbed over him. Taking his swollen phallus in one hand she lowered herself down onto it. He was impressively large, but the extent of her wetness made the penetration easy and she felt pleasantly filled. She began to rock up and down upon him and felt his hands reach to grip her buttocks. She was fully in control now and exercised supreme skill in her movements, using his hardness to pleasure herself just a little, but not too much. Normally in this position she would take time to stimulate herself manually, but resisted on this occasion. She wanted to last longer this time, not let him think she was a lightweight pushover. While his hands caressed her buttocks, she began to stroke his firm abdominal muscles and teased his chest with her hair by bending forward from time to time. Soon she came again but he was still as hard as ever. They switched positions with him on top this time and he continued to stroke and thrust in the same controlled way, then finding a new urgency which quickly accelerated his own arousal..
“I don’t think I can hold out too much longer.” he gasped breathlessly
Melissa smiled, “Oh I think you’ve more than earned your reward.” And he had. She had climaxed twice now through his skillful prompting and selfless passion, and she saw little sense in letting him suffer any more. With that she raised herself onto her knees and faced the bedroom wall. She gripped the rails of the iron bedhead tightly, pushing her bottom backwards toward him. She turned to glance over her shoulder for a moment and saw him readying himself for what was about to do. There was a glazed expression on his face somewhere between anticipation, disbelief and sheer excitement. He had the look of a high jumper about to take final attempt for the gold medal.
The sight of her curvaceous buttocks and glistening pussy there waiting for him were evidently to Matt’s liking because his cock looked even bigger and more erect than before, the thin translucent skin stretched tightly around the shaft like a drum. It looked like it was going to explode.
Melissa faced the wall again and felt a tingle of anticipation as he penetrated her from behind. She gasped from the power of his entry and felt the sensation immediate build around her clitoris and labia lips. She could sense that she was going to come again, very soon. In normal circumstances, doggy style wasn’t her thing, but at this moment she wanted someone to fuck her that way like never before in her life. She felt like a pampered princess with her own personal stud to satisfy her every lust. Just the thought of this hard young buck pleasuring her for all he was worth blew her mind.
Like everything Matt had done, his movements were studied and careful at first, but then became faster and less inhibited, and she could hear and feel his swollen balls slap against her upper thighs with every thrust, his fingers digging into her buttocks. She followed his lead by reaching down to massage her engorged clit, allowing the sensations from her bud to compliment those of Matt’s skillful strokes. Understandably, given the situation, most of his concentration seemed to be focused on sliding his swollen prick in and out of her sopping cunt lips, but at times he still managed to find the will to slow down for a while and reach forward to cup her breasts or kiss her back.
“That’s it, no more,” he groaned after a time.
Melissa could well believe it. It was a miracle that he had managed to hold out for so long as it was. Such focus. Such concentration. Such discipline. It must have been all those hours he spent in the pool training she reckoned. Then, she felt him leave her altogether for a moment. A slight aberration on his part, a brief lapse in concentration maybe, but she would allow him that for his impressive efforts. Sensing her moment, Melissa swiftly twisted herself around to face Matt again and quickly took his prick into her mouth. Their eyes met for a moment and he seemed to be paralysed, hynoptised almost, powerless to stop her. It only needed one deft slide of her tongue across the smooth, swollen head of his penis to achieve the desired effect. She withdrew her mouth. Involuntarily, Matt’s hips bucked forward and he let out an agonised moan, spurting three or four powerful jets of semen onto her lips and face. He had evidently been saving himself up for some time.
As he slumped back onto the bed, exhausted and satisfied, she began to massage the sticky substance into her skin. The next few moments were spent attending once again to her clitoris with her fingers, and soon she had come for the third time. After a moment, she moved forward and lay across his body, allowing her breasts to nuzzle against his chest.
“My, that was a performance and a half,” she teased, “I shall have to speak to the hotel manager about some kind of bonus for you.”
Matt’s eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily. He half smiled, but Melissa could tell that he was so exhausted the remark had not really registered. Kissing him on the cheek, she whispered, “Hey lover, I’m just going for a shower, back soon.”
“Okay,” he murmoured.
Still naked, Melissa skipped nimbly across the carpet and into the bathroom. She hopped into the shower and squealed with delight as the hot jets touched her body. She grabbed a bar of complimentary soap and began to work up a lather between her fingers. She felt so wired that she couldn’t foresee getting any sleep that night and a glorious tingle of satisfaction ran through her body from her toes to her ears. She stood under the invigorating waters for several minutes, enjoying the moment. Was this not what is meant to be like when you are 24, single, have no inhibitions and are at the height of your sexual powers? Having a 19 year stud with the body of Greek god enjoying you as much as you enjoy him? Yep, Melissa mused, the world was definitely a nice place again….
Suddenly her reverie was broken as she felt what seemed like many hands start to caress her stomach and breasts. She resisted the temptation to turn round but glanced down instead. There were in fact only two hands, carefully and skillfully smoothing the soap into her golden skin in concentric circles. She felt an impressive hardness touch the small of back and begin to trace itself around the base of the spine.
“Mmm,” she crooned, turning her head so that her lips met his. She and Matt kissed for an age, then she said, “I thought you had finished for the night.”
Matt placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her all the way round. He lowered his mouth towards hers and grinned mischievously, “I thought I’d earn myself some more bonus while I’m here.”
Melissa giggled and took his tongue into her mouth again, caressing it gently with her own. How good was this going to get? Suddenly she pulled away from him and reached out of the shower for the bottle of baby oil that was sitting by the basin. Matt looked on, slightly puzzled. Melissa deliberately poured some of the clear viscous liquid onto the palm of her hand and then closed the cap of the bottle. She reached around herself and began to massage the oil in between her buttocks and then into her anus.
“I think,” she said, gazing at him intently, “that you’ve yourself earned a very special bonus.”
She could tell from his eyes that he knew what she meant, and his prick instantaneously swelled to its maximum potential size. She turned to face the cubicle wall. ..to be contd