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Authors name: Kristen (kristen078@hotmail.com)
Story title : Lake Tahoe Part 2
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Lake Tahoe Part 2 of 2 (MF)
By Kristen Kathleen Becker
***
Andy pulled out his laptop and turned it on,
then began, smiling coyly, and brought up
picture after picture. I was surprised by the
screen quality. (My laptop has a liquid
crystal screen, and pictures don't look that
great on it.)
It was soon obvious that little Andy was a
"doggy-style" man. Just about all his pictures
were of couples having sex doggy-style. (It
amazes me that people can get caught up in
one thing to the exclusion of all the other
good stuff in the world.)
After I'd gone through just a part of his
picture collection, I could tell he was
becoming aroused. This I didn't need. However,
his computer was sitting on my lap, and its
warmth was heavenly. I couldn't believe he
didn't know I was getting all this great heat.
If I said I'd had enough of his pictures he'd
probably turn the computer off, and I defi-
nitely didn't want him to do that.
So we continued looking at his adolescent
dream-scapes for another hour or so, when the
computer started to beep a 'low battery'
warning.
Disappointed, but now reasonably warm, I
watched him turn it off and stow it in his
carry-on.
Andy had surprised me with a "guy" collection
just before the battery warning went off. He
had a nice collection of men, and I have to
admit that looking at them had made me a little
warmer than I would have been otherwise. I've
always loved to look at naked men - not that
I've had all that many chances to do it.
It took Jeff a little while to get used to me
always asking him to take his clothes off.
As far as I'm concerned, if the heat's up in
the apartment there's no reason for him to wear
clothes. And he looks so nice naked.
We sat for another hour in the cold, when I
felt that I had to pee, and it soon became an
urgent problem for me. If I'd been alone I
might have just used the Burger King coke cup
that was sitting in its holder, but with Andy
in the car that was out of the question.
At last I said: "I gotta pee. I'll be right
back." I'd been gone no more than a couple of
minutes, taking care of my urgent business,
before I was back in the driver's seat.
I immediately felt like knocking little Andy
Pascoe's block off, even though his dad was my
boss. The little shit had dug my computer out
of my carry-on and was running it, warming his
lap.
"HEY! BOZO! What the hell do you think you're
doing?" I yelled in my most commanding tone.
He looked up at me, a cherubic smile on his
face, and said two words that stopped me in
my tracks: "Kristen's Collection."
I was speechless. I'd never thought about the
consequences of having someone actually find
out my other identity. I thought about being
fired from my job; about this little jerk
telling the whole world who I was. I mean,
he had access to my home address, my home
phone.
Then he said: "Guess I didn't know what I was
talking about, did I? So you're Kristen, huh?
Who'da guessed?"
He looked at me when the computer battery
started beeping. "You ought to keep it charged
better," he said, as he shut it down.
"I was using it on the plane. Now give it
here! If you say anything to anyone I'll
have to have you murdered. I hope you know
that!"
Andy just smiled and said: "I hadn't thought
about it before, but this gives me a little
power in our relationship, doesn't it?"
"Relationship? We don't have a relationship.
You're just a twerpy snoop who should have his
legs broken at the knees." I knew I probably
sounded pretty stupid, but I was flustered,
and didn't know what else to say.
"God, it's cold in here!" he said. "Don't worry
about me saying anything. We're going to freeze
to death tonight, anyway. I'm starting to wonder
if we're going to make it." His teeth had
started to chatter from the
I was worried too. Not so much about dying, but
frostbite was a real threat. "Come on," I said
"let's get in the back of the truck. If we lie
down next to each other and cover ourselves
with everything we have, maybe our combined
body heat will give us some warmth."
It was all I could suggest. Ever since I'd been
outside to pee, I hadn't been able to get warm.
I was starting to lose feeling in my toes, and
the last thing I wanted was frozen toes.
We climbed into the back of the Blazer and
threw all my spare clothes on top of us. I
rolled over on to my side and told Andy to
spoon me. I thought I'd better throw in a
warning. "But don't get any stupid adolescent
ideas!"
After what felt like weeks I looked at my
lady's Swiss Army watch. It glowed back at me,
almost mockingly. We'd lain there for less than
twenty minutes. My toes were completely numb,
and the cold was creeping up my legs. In fact,
I was so cold by then that I knew I wouldn't be
able to walk, even if there'd been some place
to walk to.
I asked Andy: "How do you feel?"
"I'm really cold; what's worse, I'm horny. Have
you any idea what lying like this is doing to
me?" His voice cracked on "this".
Normally I'd have good-naturedly teased him
about his voice, but at that moment I was in
pain.
Slowly I came to the realization that we were
in terrible trouble. If someone didn't come
down the road soon, we might both be damaged
for life. I pictured my feet with no toes, and
me hobbling around on stumps for the rest of
my life. The vision sparked me into action.
The same thought kept running through my head.
It was a saying that a girlfriend of mine used
a lot. "Have you ever noticed that having sex
will make a head-cold or an allergy go away.
It's as if, while you're 'doing it', your body
corrects any malfunction, or your mind regulates
the body to make it feel better."
She thought that this proved that mind always
won over matter.
A little hesitantly, I asked Andy: "How do your
feet feel?"
His response was muffled. "Like needles are
being stuck in them. I'm so cold I don't think
I can take it much longer."
With a resigned sigh, I reached out my hand
behind me and cupped his crotch. "How does this
feel?" I asked.
"Hey!" he yelped, his voice breaking again in
his surprise.
I felt his body jump when my fingers gripped
him through his pants.
Many thoughts ran through my mind right then.
I listed the reasons why I shouldn't be doing
this, and almost as quickly answered myself.
I said to myself: 'I shouldn't do this because
it would be cheating on Jeff.' I answered that
objection with the argument that he would under-
stand that the situation called for drastic
action.'
Then I thought: 'I don't have any condoms',
and just as quickly my brain manufactured the
obvious answer: 'Andy's obviously a virgin,
so I won't catch anything from him'.
Boom, another problem: 'You'll get fired if
his dad finds out you fucked his little pride
and joy'. Of course, the choice between death
and dismissal was easy to make.
Soon I'd reconciled myself to what I was going
to do. I began to massage Andy through the
material of his pants. He quieted down for a
bit and just lay there, letting me fiddle with
him.
Very soon, however, he began writhing around
behind me. It occurred to me that it wasn't
good enough just to get him off. We needed to
generate some serious body heat, and for both
of us. At the same time I realized that Andy
wouldn't last very long the first time. So I
rolled over to face him and started kissing
him. (I love kissing guys. It's even better
than dancing with them, and I LOVE to dance.)
It never fails to get me going when I kiss a
guy, even Andy, and I badly needed to get
myself in the mood for what I knew had to be
done.
He was kissing me back now. I could barely
make out his face in the dark as we kissed.
His eyes were closed tight and he had this
desperate look on his face. I could tell he
was lost in the sensations of the moment; it
was touching to see his urgency. I kept my
eyes open and watched him responding to me.
After a short while I steeled myself to take
the next step. Andy needed to get that first
orgasm out of the way, and I didn't want to
have to lie in his wet spots the rest of the
night.
That left me with a decision: which way to
take him. I decided quickly, and used both
hands to unfasten his pants. I figured he'd
last about ten seconds, and I didn't want
him spurting all over everything.
Pants unfastened, boner out and waving. I
shut my eyes and kissed it. I was worried
that if I played around he'd make that
mess I didn't want over me, so I gave him
one of my Jeff specials.
Jeff likes it best when I give him lots of
lip friction in fast, deep dives, at each
withdrawal swirling my tongue on the under-
side and at the little flange round the head.
I do that ten or twelve times, then take him
in my hands and slowly jack his long wang,
then make the dives again. I repeat that
till he can't hold back any more, and I
either take him internally or let him shoot
all over the place. I only do it, though,
when I want to reward him for something
really nice he's done for me; otherwise
I'm a little more selfish about sex.
With little Andy it took just three dives
before he was groaning and jerking around
under me. I was enjoying myself until an
uncomfortable thought popped into my mind
while Andy was pumping his sperm down my
throat.
I was 'cheating' on Jeff. Next moment I was
mad at Jeff for making me feel guilty. Didn't
he want me to stay alive and in one piece?
It's not as if I was going to run away with
this kid or anything. (Isn't it funny how we
can turn blame around for anything if we need
to?)
I continued swallowing Andy's sperm, though
I was beginning to find it heavy going. By
the time he had his last spasm in my mouth
I was feeling a little bloated.
Although though I was a little queasy from
taking so much of a strange guy's spunk, I
preferred that to having it freeze on our
skin, or on the carpet underneath us.
Andy's eyes were still closed, and my hand
was still on his nice looking cock. I took
the opportunity to examine it as it stuck out
of his pants fly. It had the nicest shape.
I've only seen a few guys' cocks in real
life, but his was one of the nicest weenies
I'd ever seen. It was kind of thick, and
probably about five inches long; it looked
like a sculpture.
I'm not making a lot of sense, am I? I guess
you had to be there to know what I'm talking
about.
Although I felt a little better, blood
circulation-wise, my toes were still numb,
and I knew that I needed some real exertion,
and also what I had to do to get it.
So I unzipped my black ski pants and pulled
one leg off. Andy was lying on his back
watching me struggle with my pants. He looked
amused, the little crud.
I knew I'd lose body heat by taking my pants
off, but couldn't figure out any other way to
do what I had in mind. I also knew I needed
to be on top if I really wanted to get my
circulation to flow properly.
When I'd taken my pants off one leg, I put on
one leg of another outfit on my other leg,
leaving the essential area bare while at the
same time protecting my legs from the cold. I
mustn't lie; I was dripping with anticipation.
My sex life had focused on Jeff for the past 18
months, and before that, sporadically, on two
other guys. So this was new and exciting to me,
no matter how much I wanted to pretend it was a
life-saving exercise.
I knelt beside Andy and unbuttoned his pants,
opening his fly completely. Then I tugged at his
waistband, and pulled his pants part-way down
his thighs.
YES! He really looked good to me. What I could
see of his stomach was really tight. He didn't
have a lot of hair on his body, reminding me a
little of a muscular female, except that his
cock was fully hard and waiting.
I didn't want to wait any longer myself. I knew
I was wet enough for him, so I straddled his
body and took his shiny cock in my hand, then
sank down on it.
I've another confession to make: he felt lovely
inside me, his thick cock completely filling me
up. I immediately started to ride him; his father
couldn't have stopped me at that moment if he'd
shown up and knocked on the window.
Andy was watching me; I could tell, even with my
eyes closed. I was thrusting my hips forward
without rising up, like a lady bronco rider,
rubbing myself as hard as I could against him,
luxuriating in the feeling of him inside me.
It had been a long time since I'd experienced
the thrill of sex with a stranger. I thought a
little guiltily about Jeff, and then about how
it had been with him the first time.
I'd seduced him on the balcony of my little
apartment. I remembered how good it had felt
to have Jeff on top of me that lazy afternoon;
to have his strong, Nordic cock thrusting deep
inside me.
"Ooooohhhh GOD! YES!" I was coming on top of
Andy in one of the most intense orgasms I think
I've ever had. Thinking about fucking Jeff while
I was really doing it to Andy just seemed to
push me over the edge.
My body was shivering on top of Andy's, and he
was gasping as I rammed him as deep as I could
into me. He felt so good!
I watched his stomach muscles flex as he thrust
back rhythmically at me. He suddenly looked as
if he found it hard to catch his breath, and
began gasping for air.
As he raised his upper body to hug me I knew
he was having his own orgasm deep inside me.
The thought of a stranger coming inside me
brought on another, more leisurely, orgasm as
I continued to rub myself luxuriously against
him, taking him in as deep as he would go.
He held on to my neck for almost a full minute
before falling back to the floor of the Blazer
with a sigh that told me he was done. I leaned
forward and kissed him, making sure he stayed
inside me while we embraced.
Meanwhile I realized my toes were feeling normal
again; in fact I felt quite flushed and in rude
health. I looked up and noticed that the wind-
shield was completely fogged up, and tried to
calculate how long we could keep our pleasant
afterglow.
I figured we'd be OK for a half-hour or so. I
looked at my watch and saw that it was 1am.
Hmmm, at this rate we were going to be awfully
tired tomorrow.
Let's see, 1am, half an hour of warm blood
circulation... say, dawn at 7am, maybe 8 before
anyone gets down here. Let's see... How often
do we need to. ..?
Epilogue:
It was almost 8am before a snowplow came down
the road, with the highway patrol following
behind.
The patrolman was amazed that we were so fit
after the night we'd endured. He fixed our fuse
and let us go on our way.
Andy and I dragged ourselves through the
Wednesday morning meetings. His father let us
go after the noon break because we looked so
tired.
I let Andy stay with me that afternoon, as a
special good-bye for both of us. We'll always
be special friends, and I don't think I need
to worry about him giving any secrets away.
He's now on my story list; in fact, he'll be
getting this. (I tried to encourage him to
write the same story from his perspective, and
hope he does; it would be interesting to read.)
Oh, one more thing. I kicked some butt on the
slopes on Saturday - though my ski outfit did
look a little rumpled.
*
Acknowledgments: All my thanks... to Stephen for
his encouragement and proofing and to Ian for
doing such a good job editing my little story.
(c) April 1998 -- Last ed. 03/18/00 -
Kristen Kathleen Becker - Kristen078@Hotmail.com
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