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The author is new at this and would appreciate
CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. At anoninsac@nospam.yahoo.com,
remove the nospam for e-mail address. I am looking for
a story by Hank Freeman, Sitting for Kelly. I would
appreciate a copy if you have it.

WARNINGS: This story contains material of a sexual
nature. The story depicts consensual sexual activity
between men and women, or women and women. Some of the
participants in the story may be under the age of 18.
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Brianna

Down a hundred bucks. Not bad for my first three hours
in Reno. On the other hand, I wasn't getting rich
either. So I decided that this was enough to deposit
into the First National Bank of Reno for now. Dinner
was sounding like a fine idea.

Here it was July and my first day of vacation. I had
driven up the hill this morning and since it was
vacation and I wasn't in a hurry, I'd taken the scenic
route. I'd driven up 50 from the Bay Area and wound
around the California side of the lake. I stopped at
Eagle Falls and watched the steady stream of tourists
in their ugly shorts and tank tops spend five minutes
before hopping in the car and speeding off to South
Shore to lose their money.

If you know what you're doing you can climb down the
face of Eagle Falls. You get a view that the tourists
never see. I like to spend time there just being quiet
and listening to the roar of the falls. I watch the
granite climb up out of the lake and soar into the
sky. The roar drowns out the sounds of civilization
and slowly the pounding sounds beat into your soul
wiping away the everyday stress. Pretty soon, there is
nothing in the world that really is serious. I felt
calm and in tune. Now, I was ready to start that
vacation.

I arrived in Reno about one. Heading into downtown I
crossed the railroad tracks that runs smack through
downtown and under the famous arch. I'm here. I could
have gotten a good deal at the Silver Legacy but I
really hate that place. The ridiculous monstrosity in
the casino, I guess its supposed to be a mine, always
sets me on edge. So I was staying at Harrah's. I
flipped on the TV to check the baseball scores and get
acclimated after driving. After a bit I headed down to
the 21 tables.

Three hours later, dinner was on my mind. I went to
the buffet and got in line. There was an attractive
woman in front of me. Nice shape, curly brown hair,
cute face, mid thirties I'd say, hmmm, overall a nice
package. I did the automatic finger check, OOP, too
bad she's married. The line was moving slowly and I
kept waiting for someone to join her. It became
apparent that she was here alone. I get it; she
couldn't drag hubby away from the tables and decided
to have dinner anyway. 

She turned to look behind and glanced at me so I took
the opportunity to say, "Hi. Are you waiting for
someone?"

"Uh, no. I was just looking around."

I stuck out my hand, "My name's Mike. Glad to meet
you."

She looked at little taken aback, but took my hand and
answered, "I'm Brianna." She turned back around
looking toward the front of the line. 

Damn, that line was slow. They were only letting a few
people enter at a time. The place didn't seem that
full, maybe they were just short of staff.  I had
moved a few places further along in line when Brianna
turned and asked, "Are you here alone?"

"Yeah, it's just me."

"Business?"

"No," I answered. "I'm here on vacation" I told her
about my drive up and stopping at Eagle Falls. She had
never seen the falls and was interested in my
description.

"They sound beautiful. I'd like to see them," she said
kind of wistfully.

"It's not that far. Get your husband to take you."

She smiled ruefully, "Oh, I don't think so."

By now we had finally reached the cashier. We both
paid. I leaned over and asked, "Listen. Can we share a
table? The way they're going, it might take a half
hour otherwise."

She laughed, "You might be right. Ok, let's share a
table."

The hostess came and collected us and led us to the
table. We each went up to the buffet and came back
loaded down. During dinner we talked and seemed to hit
it off. She had a nice sense of humor and even seemed
to appreciate my slightly skewed humor. As we were
winding down I asked her about going to see the falls
again. Once again she said that she couldn't go with
her husband. There was something funny going on but I
didn't know what it was.

I finally said, "This is something you just shouldn't
miss. Why don't we go up there tomorrow? I love the
drive. I love being there."

"Oh no. I couldn't," she said not really convincingly.

"I'm in room 823. Call me in the morning and we'll
go." I left it at that. I thanked her for her company
at dinner and we left. On the way out she put her hand
on my arm and said. "Thanks for the company at dinner.
I enjoyed our talk." I was looking in her eyes and
combined with the touch of her hand on my arm I was so
caught up in her that almost tripped. 

She laughed, "Watch where you're going."

"What do you expect. A beautiful woman is touching me
and looking at me with beautiful eyes. I'm just glad I
didn't run into a wall." 

Brianna turned a little red and said, "Well good
night. I enjoyed dinner."

"Good night," I answered and watched as she walked
into the casino. I wandered into the casino and found
a table. But questions kept running through my mind.
She was a fun intelligent lady but there was something
else that preyed on my mind. I couldn't put my finger
on it. Hours later I was about even for the night and
I decided to hit the sack. I watched Sport Center for
a while catching up on the happenings for the day.
Goddamn Dodgers. One of the highest payrolls and they
play like a bunch of minor leaguers. I had no idea
what time I dropped off to sleep.

The next morning I was in that in between state, not
fully awake and still enjoying being in bed when the
phone rang. "Hello," I mumbled.

"Are we going to Tahoe?" Brianna asked. 

I came bolt upright in the bed. "Um, Yeah. Of course.
I need to get dressed. How about a half hour by the
main desk?"

"See you there," and she hung up.

I hurried to clean up and dress. I made it in the
half-hour. As I walked to the desk there she was in
shorts, a tight fitting tank top which left no doubt
as to her gender and hiking shoes. "Hi, Ready to go?"

"Let's do it." She was more upbeat this morning. She
grabbed my arm and out we went. Something had changed
in the intervening twelve hours. Of course, she was a
woman and I've got to say that I don't always
understand women.

We had a wonderful day. In the morning we went to the
falls. About lunchtime I stopped at the little store
in Meeks Bay and picked up some picnic stuff and
headed into Bliss Park. We had lunch, including some
wine, under the tall pines. After, we hiked along the
Lighthouse trail, which has some of the most beautiful
views in the lake. Lighthouse trail is a thin trail
hundreds of feet up the sheer drop looking down into
the bluest waters. If you've never done it it's hard
to convey how beautiful the trail is.

It was dinnertime when we made it into North Shore. I
took her to a restaurant that looks out over the lake
and we watched the sun dip behind the mountains while
drinking margaritas. After dinner I said, "It's been a
long day and I should get you back. You're probably
tired."

She laughed, "Actually, I feel energized. I haven't
had a day like this in too long. Let's go hiking now."

"Well maybe you aren't tired, but I've had enough
walking for the day. Let's go." We headed over the
pass and into Reno. Brianna didn't say much on the
trip back. A couple of times she rested her hand on my
arm as she talked about enjoying the day.  We pulled
into the hotel and headed up the elevator. She walked
out of the elevator with me. Outside my room I asked,
"Would you like to come in for a minute?"

"Sure." Once inside, Brianna started talking about the
day. How much she enjoyed the hike and how it so
beautiful. I was feeling a little dusty and grungy and
said I was thinking of a shower. I figured she'd
excuse herself. Instead she said, "That sounds like a
great idea. I could use a shower too," and headed into
the bath. I followed her in to find her taking off her
shoes. I stood in the doorway not quite believing she
was really doing what I thought she was doing.
"C'mon," she said and pointed at me. "You can't take a
shower like that."

I started to take off my shoes and socks while trying
to watch her at the same time. Ever try to untie
hiking boots while not looking? She took off her top
and my eyes were riveted on her. She saw I was staring
and smiled as she reached behind and loosened her bra.
I had of course come to a complete stop as I waited
for the unveiling. She teased me and slowly, oh so
slowly, let the bra fall. I watched as her breasts
slowly came into view. The breath caught in my throat
as her rosy nipples started to peak above the
material. Finally, her breasts were fully exposed and
she let the bra drop to the floor. I stood entranced.
"You can't take your shower like that you know," she
said smiling at me.

I came out of my trance and said, "Yeah, I know," as I
started pulling off my clothes. Now it was her turn to
watch as I pulled off my shirt and quickly climbed out
of my pants. The little tease of hers had affected me
and I was fully aroused as I slid my pants off. My
member caught in the pants and then bounced as I
finally freed it.

"Are you having a problem?" she asked.

"No problem," I smiled. "A condition perhaps, but not
a problem."

She smiled, "I agree. It's not a problem," As she shed
her shorts and underwear, I turned on the shower and
put my hand in the water to wait for it to heat up. As
I stood with my back to her, I felt her come up behind
my, press her lovely breasts into my back and ask, "Is
it hot yet?"

"It's perfect." I said. Oh, I felt her pull back and
said, "It's not perfect anymore." She chuckled and we
both got in the shower. It was a little tight but not
bad. There are times to use a wash cloth, but when
you've got a shower full of beautiful woman nothing
can compare to a nice hand wash. I got the soap and
lathered up and started running my hands down her
back, over her nice butt and down her legs. With the
water pelting us, I made sure I covered every inch.
Her feet were next, a quick turn and back up the
front. Any place there might be a speck of dirt was
carefully and thoroughly washed. She had closed her
eyes as I worked up her front and as I laved her
breasts her nipples tightened up. I ran circles around
her nipples with the tips of my fingers. Eventually, I
had to admit there was no more dirt, too bad. 

She rinsed off and turned toward me, "Your turn," she
said with a little smile. She started on my back and
washed carefully down to my butt. Her hands kneading
my ass felt glorious. It didn't help my erection
subside. I turned around as soon as I could. When she
wrapped that soapy cloth around my rigid pole I
thought I was going to explode, but I held off. After
I was washed and rinsed, I turned off the water and we
got out and toweled each other dry.

She took my hand and led me into the bedroom. Without
a word she lay on the bed and her eyes invited me to
lie next to her. I joined her on the bed, put my arm
around her and kissed her, first on the forehead, then
worked around her face then on the lips. The kiss
melted into a hot kiss that started the blood rushing.
We kissed while our chests rubbed against each other.

I moved over her, my thigh between her legs. Still
kissing, I began to play with her breasts while she
began to rub against my thigh. I kissed down her neck
and to her breasts slowly licking and sucking first
one then the other. When she started little moaning
sounds I ran my hand down between her legs lightly
playing with her lips. She was already wet so I slowly
inserted my finger into her. I kissed down across her
belly until I found her womanhood. She was starting to
hump up against by hand and as my head approached I
smelled that wonderful bouquet of aroused woman. I
couldn't wait and ran my tongue over her lips and
clit. I sucked her clit up between my lips repeatedly
while licking it. I was using my finger to massage her
G spot at the same time. She started humping and
thrashing around so I had to use my free hand to hold
her against my face as I continued licking and
sucking. Man she was wet. She started moaning and
gasping. Finally, she grabbed my head pulling me
against her and screaming, "Goodddd, don't stop. Yes
Yes Yes Yes..." while her hips were bouncing all over.
I hung on like riding a bronco until she collapsed
back, shuddering, her muscles tensing and relaxing and
gasping for breath. 

I kissed my way up until I was holding her in my arms
and slowly kissed her lips. She said, "God, I feel
dizzy." We lay for a while just holding each other.
She snuggled up against me and said, "That was
wonderful. Let's do it again." Sounded good to me so I
smiled and started back down when she grabbed me and
said, "No. I was just kidding. I couldn't take another
orgasm like that right now. It's your turn." Who am I
to argue with a lady?

She turned me onto my back and started kissing down my
chest. She spent some time licking and sucking on my
nipples before heading south. On her way she rubbed
her breasts all over my rod until I was going crazy.
Then she grabbed it and started licking just the tip.
Christ, it was wonderful. Then she licked up and down
the shaft, around my balls and back up to the tip
again. She alternated between licking and sucking on
the tip, sucking the whole thing and returning to the
tip while running her hand up and down the shaft. I
wanted to cum so bad. I didn't want to cum because I
wanted this to go on forever... Just when I was sure I
couldn't hold off anymore, she stopped. My eyes flew
open, "Don't stop," I pleaded desperately. 

She just smiled at me while moving up my body. "Don't
be in such a hurry. We've got all night."

"But you don't understand...."

"Oh yes I do," she cut me off. "And you are going to
enjoy what I do." Well, hell. I WAS enjoying it. I
just wanted to cum. But, alas. She continued up and
grabbed my hands pushing them up over my head. She
pushed her breasts in my face rubbing them all over as
I tired to lick her nipples. She kissed me still
holding my hands down on the bed. She was taking
charge. She did this for a while until I had calmed
down some. 

When she knew I had calmed down some and wasn't about
to blow she rolled over onto her back and said, "Fuck
me." I didn't have to be asked twice. I rolled over
and positioned myself between her legs. Holding myself
up I placed my cock at the gateway of her pussy and
slowly slid in. I could feel the walls of her vagina
slowly opening. God, is there any feeling better than
this? That wonderful intense pleasure when you first
enter a woman. Half way in I reversed direction and
slowly pulled almost out. I pushed all the way back in
with no resistance. Buried all the way in I lowered
myself until our chests were touching. I kissed her
and started a rhythmic fucking. She was moving against
me and I could feel her rubbing her clit against my
rod. I continued kissing her deeply as we established
a slow yet strong rhythm. She started moving against
me insistently so I picked up the pace. I thrust into
her completely and held perfectly still pushed up
against her clit as she rubbed against me and threw
her head back. I could feel her spasming along my
shaft. As she slowed I started fucking her again. I
caught her right before her climax had ended and the
new sensations threw her into a series of climaxes as
I pounded into her. She scrapped her finger across my
back and I couldn't wait as I came in intense waves of
pleasure. The feelings were so intense they completely
sapped all of my strength and I collapsed onto her.
Jesus.

Our breathing slowly returned to normal and I lifted
myself onto my elbows as some strength returned. We
lay like that for a while kissing occasionally.  I
rolled over to her side still holding her in my arms.
We just lay there basking in the wondrous after glow.
At some point I must have drowsed off because I woke
several hours later to find myself alone. I looked
around the room and her clothes and purse were gone.
That was kind of strange but she must have had to get
back to her room. In complete lassitude I lay back in
the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

I awoke the next morning to sun streaming in the
window. God, it was glorious morning. I bounced out of
bed whistling. I showered and cleaned up expecting the
phone to ring any time. I switched on sport center and
watched the happenings from yesterday. The Dodgers
lost again! Damn. I watched the whole thing. No call.
Hmmm. I watched a couple more shows, no call. 

I headed down for some breakfast. No sign of her.
After breakfast I went back to the room. First thing
after opening the door I checked to see if I had any
messages. Nothing. I sat down and wondered what was
happening? Well, I can't just sit in my room waiting.
I wandered downstairs and into the casino. I walked
through the tables but didn't really feel like
gambling. I had to admit to myself that I was looking
for her. I wanted to see her again. I wanted to tell
her what a wonderful woman she was. I hadn't had a
chance to tell her how much that evening meant. 

I got in the car and headed back to Eagle Falls.
Nothing. I returned to Reno. Nothing. No messages no
Brianna. 

I was never to see her again. I don't know where she
was from. I don't even know her last name. All I'm
left with is the mystery. Why was she in Reno? Where
was her husband? Did our encounter mean as much to her
as it did to me? When I lay in bed thinking about her
all I have is those vivid memories and a single name
to call out in the quiet of the night, Brianna.



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