Adam's Journey

I stared at Ron for another moment or two, then glanced at Kori, who was closely watching me. I knew Ron was probably right, but had no clue how to react. "So what do you think I should do?"

Ron chuckled. "No way, buddy. I know what I'd do, but you're not me and I refuse to lead you to a decision you might regret. In either direction."

I looked at Kori, who shook her head. "Uh-uh, no chance. I'm usually pretty free with advice and opinions" - now there was an understatement if ever there was one - "but this time you're on your own. But go talk to Kristi. Then follow your instincts. I trust in you to make the right decision Adam, you do almost fifty percent of the time."

I laughed, the tension broken. "Thanks K, I knew I could count on you for a ringing endorsement. Ok, I'll go talk to her. I guess we don't need a decision about tonight's mooring for awhile yet, do we? Ron, about how long until we reach the marina?"

He looked at the GPS screen for a moment, then at his watch. "Hour and a half to two hours. Kind of depends on the wind, we have a pretty stout headwind right now and it's slowing us down a little. You have plenty of time to both work out this problem and still prepare Kristi to meet yet another in your endless string of women- now git!"

I wandered down the hall, my mind churning. In worrying about the big ranger that was hot for my woman I had really forgotten about the meeting of Kristi and Tiffany. Of course, Kristi had encouraged me to get Tiff to show up, even when I'd offered to try to cancel that meeting, so it was all going to be fine, right? Right??

At our door I stopped for a moment to settle my thoughts, then knocked softly on the door before slowly opening it. Kristi was sitting on the end of the bed, still stark naked, and glanced up at me for only a moment before returning her attention to the items she had spread out across the bed. I followed her gaze.

On the bed was a very elegant, very expensive, and very short red cocktail dress, a pair of extremely fine, thin, taupe thigh high hose with a three inch band of ivory lace at the top, tall red heels which perfectly matched the dress, and very tiny, wispy red panties, within half an inch of being a thong. Also, a choker of large, perfectly matched ivory pearls that I had given her the day after she had agreed to become my wife. It had been very expensive, but I had been celebrating and wanted her to know how much her answer had meant to me. In her hand she was rolling around the two solitary pearl earrings that matched the necklace.

Neither of us said anything for several seconds, but before long my curiosity got the better of me. "What are you doing?"

When she looked up at me, I could see the sadness in her eyes. "Oh, just thinking. I'm confused Adam."

I nodded. "Me too, about so many things. Right now I'm confused about why you would bring along clothes like that on a houseboat trip. This is hardly an elegant set of surroundings. Beautiful dress by the way. New?"

She nodded and smiled. "I know. I freaked when they said someone had been on our boat, all I could think was what if my pearls got stolen."

"Mmm. I'm pretty glad I didn't know they were here. Baby, why are they here?" I waved my hand over the things on the bed. "Why is all of this here?"

"Oh Adam, I had a plan. Do you remember the hotel in Beaver Creek?"

"Sure, where I asked you to marry me. It was the Ritz-Carlton, Ronnie lined up that week for us through a friend of his."

"Uh-huh, and the restaurant we ate at after I said yes?"

"Um..." I felt like this was a test. I should know this. "Wasn't it the Grouse something or other?"

She laughed. "Very good! It was the Grouse Mountain Grill. It was amazing, the best food and service ever. Or maybe my head was just in the clouds because the man I love most in all the world had just asked me to marry him."

"Funny, the best thing I can remember tasting that whole week was you."

She shook her head. "Can't you stop being a pervert for just a minute or two?"

I smiled. "Is that any way to talk to the man you love most in all the world? Anyway, tall order, but I'll try. What was your plan?"

"If this whole trip went well, and you and I sort of..." She hesitated. "I don't know, sort of re-discovered each other, I guess, I was planning to book us a night there on the way home, and take you out for dinner at the same restaurant. I brought this stuff so I would look nice for you, and you'd be proud to be seen with me. I thought maybe we could set the date then, while we're there. If you still want to marry me, that is."

I felt my eyes well up with tears, and blinked them back. She always looked great to me, and I was always proud to be with her. I knew I was playing way above my station whenever I was with Kristi, and when she wanted to look hot, she sizzled. Heads turned. For some reason, when her insecurity momentarily showed, it always hurt me. The thought that she could think for a moment that I might not want to marry her was worse still.

Her plan, however, made sense; we would go right through the Vail-Beaver Creek area on the way home. I had bought the pearls in Vail, sneaking away while she took a nap, exhausted from a long night of making love. I sat beside her and put my arms around her.

"Kristi. Oh baby, I never stopped wanting to marry you, not for a second. Even when I was so angry, or so hurt, what hurt the most was the thought that we might be over. That was killing me. You are my life, and yes, I still very much want to marry you. I love your plan, let's set the date right there at the same spot I proposed. I know exactly where we were."

She looked up at me and smiled sadly. "I hope you still feel that way after what I'm about to tell you."

I felt my heart sink. What could she possibly tell me that could change my mind?

She looked at me for a moment, as if struggling with herself about whether to continue or not. Finally, she sighed. "I made a promise to myself - and to you - not to lie to you ever again. Adam, when I thought Lee was coming, wanting to make love to me, I decided that I would dress in all these clothes for him, to impress him. I know it's selfish, but I wanted to see the look in his eyes when he saw me at my very best."

I was surprised she'd thought of that, of dressing to impress him, but also puzzled about why she was so concerned about this. "Yeah, so? You weren't planning on having him tear them off of you, were you? You could have still worn them at Beaver Creek. What's the problem?"

She looked down at the floor and shook her head. "Men! You just don't get it. I bought this dress for you Adam, these stockings, these panties, even the shoes, just for you. Why did I decide to wear them for him when I bought them to impress you? I only brought them along because you were here." She looked at me, and I could see the anguish in her eyes. "What is it I need from other men that I would do that to you? I'm confused, Adam. I want him, I think about him, and I was very disappointed when I found out we'd missed him. But I love you. All I want is one night of fun with him, with you watching. Afterwards I wouldn't care if I never saw him again. What kind of horrible person am I, why would I risk everything for that?"

I held her to me, wishing I had the answers to her questions. I didn't. What I did know was that she was not a horrible person, and that I had made up my mind to accept her, to love her, and to do my best to understand her needs and desires. If she was less than perfect - less than normal, whatever that is - I had discovered that there was something within me that was very excited and aroused by her illicit desires, her need for sexual excitement and adventure with other men. I'm not a big believer in fate, or karma, or the inevitability of events, but something had thrust us together, and our needs and desires seemed to mesh far too well for it to be mere coincidence.

I nuzzled my nose into her hair, breathing in Kristi's unique scent, locking it again into my memory. "I don't know babe, I don't have answers for you. What I can say is that I don't think you would have been risking everything, and somewhere inside I think you knew that. You know me too well, you know how incredibly excited and aroused I get when the subject comes around to you making love to other men." I paused and looked at her, and she raised her head and looked back at me, the deep blue-green pools of her eyes drawing me in, drowning me in my love for this woman.

I shook my head to clear it. "Of course, it doesn't help that he's such an asshole. Couldn't you have picked some other guy for this little lesson in shame and humiliation for me?"

She laughed, and it rang free and clear, no note of her anguish. "I guess it doesn't matter, since we'll never see him again. Besides, I don't think he's an asshole. You only saw him in his official capacity. The note he left us didn't sound like some asshole wrote it."

My thought was yeah, his official capacity - in which he found plenty of time to hit on my woman, right in front of me, with no attempt at subtlety. I was pretty sure he was an asshole. What I said out loud was "Yeah, you're probably right. I'm sure he's an OK guy or you wouldn't have been so attracted to him. I guess we'll probably find out tonight."

Startled, she stared at me. "What? What do you mean?"

"Ronnie thinks he left us that note, and the suggestion on where to stay, because he plans to show up there tonight, for you."

I saw a light go on in her eyes, a spark of excitement and hope. It hurt, a little. "Do you really think so?"

I shrugged. "I would. If I had seen you, and touched you, and had your scent in my nostrils, and you had come on to me the way you did to him, I would crawl to the ends of the earth for a chance to have you. Even if it was only for one night."

She kissed me, and I tasted her. I wanted to always taste her, to always smell her, and touch her, and know she was mine. She slowly broke the kiss. "You're too good for me, you know that, right?"

I shook my head. "Everyone else thinks you're too good for me."

She smiled. "If Lee shows up, will you be able to handle it?"

I shrugged again. "I guess we'll find out."

"I won't wear the dress Adam, I promise. I'll save that for you. For you and me, at Beaver Creek. I have some nice tight shorts and a skimpy top that will impress him."

I don't know why I said what I said next. I'll chalk it up to love. Love, and foolish pride. "No, wear the dress. And the hose, and the shoes, and pearls, your best perfume, those tiny panties - all of it. I want you to."

She looked at me carefully, studying my face. "Are you sure?"

I ran my hand slowly down her face to her throat, feeling her pulse beating softly under my fingertips. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure. I want to see the look in his eyes when he sees you at your very best."

WOW...! The last bit was awesome!

Stormy

I'm completely in line with what Northern32 said. Every day, provided I'm at home and have got the time necessary to enjoy properly, I'm checking if there is anything new on The Story. I'm simply running out of superlatives, so I'm rather holding back for most of the time.

Now the thing has turned really awesome. Adam's about to accept the woman he is so deeply on love with, having fun with the "asshole". In the dress which means so much to her. Just for her pleasure. And for his pleasure too I guess. And for ours!
Cliffa

Storm

Excellent

Thank you

GH

Stormy,
Your little side jaunts on this story are really very good. They alone suggest that you have what it takes to write professionally. But .. the sections that deal with Adam and Kristi are just Brilliant. I'm sure Adam loves her, I know I do but it is clear that you love her more.

I suspect that your real life doesn't have all the best ingredients at the moment, and I can't help you with it (would that I could, advice is free) but it just could be that this little jewel is more polished as a result. Your bolt hole from reality is better because of it probably, Adam takes less for granted because he can see the abyss if he doesn't.

Truly great section. Thanks

Blocker and GH, thanks. That segment was hard to write, but fun. One of those that's satisfying to read back over when it's done.

Cliffa, you know I appreciate your support and enthusiasm. Don't ever feel that commenting is an obligation for reading, but by all means feel free to drop a line whenever the mood strikes. As Gh has mentioned, it helps to know that people are enjoying the effort. By the way, I too am looking forward to the events taking shape!

peak, as always, you are very astute. Your powers of observation continue to impress. You are correct, I do love Kristi, but then I also love Kori, and Tiffany, and Rain, and Izzy. All the ones I've taken the time to make more "real".
About the other, you are right on target there as well. I am in a much less than perfect personal situation right now, and it comes with loneliness and frustration, and concern for my loved ones. It's temporary, but necessary to make a living. The problem is that the "temporary" is open-ended, so there is no light at the end of the tunnel. This too shall pass, but it's difficult. If it makes my writing better...well, then there's a silver lining!
Wait, I think I mixed my metaphors...
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She stared at me for a moment, as if trying to determine whether I was serious, or if I might be mocking her by parroting her earlier words. I smiled at her. "Seriously. There has always been a certain satisfaction for me in seeing the way men look at you. Desire, lust, admiration, envy, whatever you want to call it, I guess I've always gotten a little selfish thrill, a certain smug satisfaction from seeing it. Of course, that was mostly because I knew you were mine and they couldn't have you."

I paused, and she reached over and touched me, placing her hand on my chest. "Adam..."

I shook my head, frowning. "No, no, it's OK. I just have to learn to think about it differently. What is it they call it nowadays, redefining the paradigm or something like that. Now when I see it, when I see guys looking at you, I'll know maybe they can have you. It's kind of a belly blow, but there is a certain thrill to it. It's the unknown."

She laughed. "Listen to you! C'mon, I'm not that bad, it's not like every time a guy looks at me I fall over on my back and spread my legs! Adam, I'm very selective. Extremely selective. So selective that I picked you, from a cast of thousands, to be the man I love. If every once in a while a guy comes along that gets my sexual juices flowing, well, so be it, I can't help that. That's just nature."

She pushed me back on the bed and leaned over me, looking down into my eyes. "You do the same thing, looking at beautiful women. You get aroused, I've seen it. And you haven't been passing up many chances to dip your wick lately either, you know."

She had hit on something I was already feeling more than a little guilty about. I had never fancied myself to be a man-slut, but in the last few weeks I'd done a very credible imitation. "Uh, well, I passed up a chance with Hannah, if you'll recall."

Kristi laughed. "Yeah, you passed up a chance, right up until she wrapped those full, soft young lips around you and slid that big cock of yours down her throat! Admit it, you'd have cum all over her if I hadn't stopped her."

I groaned at the memory. "God, I was so damn close! You owe me for that one." I tried to pull her down on top of me, but she resisted.

"You're right, I do. But the point is, I get jealous too. I get insanely jealous when I see you enjoying another woman, or when you bring a woman to orgasm and I see how much you're enjoying their pleasure, or when I see the look on her face when she can feel you cumming deep inside of her. But you know what? It's very arousing for me to see that, and it makes me proud that you're mine."

I looked at her for a moment, seeing that she meant it. I had never considered that she might be experiencing something so closely akin to what I was feeling. She smiled, seeing the realization dawn in my eyes. "Of course, I don't think you've ever wanted me to watch you fuck another woman, whereas I desperately want you to watch me and another man. I want to fuck him just for you, to see you watching me. But when I wake up in the middle of the night and feel those strong arms around me and that big, warm body pressed to my back, and that cock nestling between my legs, well, that will always be you. And only you, Adam."

She rose and pulled me up. "Get up Adam, we're rumpling up my clothes. I won't look nearly as nice if everything looks slept-in."

I stood and watched her hang up her little red dress and put her other things away, clearing off the bed. Mostly I just admired her body and the efficient grace of her movements, the smooth flex of her long, toned muscles beneath her tanned skin. When she turned back to me I shook my head appreciatively. "I don't suppose just this once you'd like to break your rule and fall over on your back and spread your legs just because I looked at you, would you?"

She laughed, but stepped to me and unbuttoned the waist of my shorts. "I think after the way I treated you today that I can do better than that." She pushed my shorts past my hips, and they dropped into a wad around my feet. I got one quick kiss, just enough to feel the warmth and softness of her lips on mine, then she dropped to her knees in front of me and took my mostly flaccid cock in her hand, bringing it to her lips. She didn't take me into her mouth immediately, instead rubbing my cock over her lips, letting just the tip of her tongue come out to play. With it she explored the ridge at the back of the head of my cock, then tickled the opening at the tip, putting her tongue tip slightly inside of my cock, forming it to a point and pushing me open.

It felt incredible, soft and feathery, and I could feel myself rapidly hardening. She ran her tongue down the hard, thickening ridge on the underside of my shaft, and slowly back up again, and we moaned simultaneously as she took the head of my cock into her warm mouth, sliding her lips down my shaft and holding me in place as she felt my erection become complete, my cock reaching full size and stiffness as she held me in her soft, wet heat, her tongue touching, exploring.

I knew she'd be aroused too, and wet, the feel of my cock hardening in her mouth never failing to evoke her own aroused reaction. The thought went through my head that she probably always reacted this way, becoming wet and aroused any time she had a man's cock in her mouth. Any man's cock. I pushed the thought aside and focused instead on the sensations flooding my body, the arousal, the pent-up flood of lust and need. My blood was flooded with testosterone, her earlier teasing and denial leaving me near-desperate for release. I sensed that this time there would be no teasing, no stopping, that she intended to fulfill her earlier promises.

She sucked me for awhile, maybe only a couple of minutes, using all of her best techniques to drive me out of my mind. It seemed like it lasted forever as I struggled not to cum, my body shaking and making small, uncontrolled spastic movements as I thrust into her willing mouth. She was pushing me to the precipice, and I warned her.
"You're going to make me cum. After the way you tortured me earlier I think I've got about half a gallon waiting to flood out, so be ready!"

She slid my cock from between her lips and smiled sexily up at me. "If you cum this quick I'll hardly feel like I've paid my debt. I have a better idea." So saying, she pushed me backwards. With my shorts still tangled around my feet, I went over helplessly, like a tree falling, landing across the bed and barely missing caving in my skull on the nightstand.

"Damn! That was close!"

She just laughed. "You missed it, don't be such a big baby! Now close your eyes and just focus all of your attention on your cock and the sensations you feel. No moving, you have to hold completely still. And no touching! I can touch you, but you can't touch me!"

"What? No, I don't..."

"Sshhhh! Quiet! And close your eyes!"

I did as instructed. The first thing I felt was her hair, her long blonde waves, dragging across my stomach and hips, and then her lips found me again, and her tongue. I groaned.

"Sshhhh! You have to be quiet, no talking, no sounds. Just focus on your own body. Feel everything."

I felt her lips. Warm and soft, wet and slick, they slid over my raging erection, sucking me in, then releasing and moving down my hard shaft until they found my aching testicles, sucking my right nut into her mouth, where her tongue bathed it, pushing, teasing, somehow soothing my ache. My hips bucked upwards, giving her access, pushing my scrotum to her lips. She pushed my testicle out of her mouth, scraping it roughly over her teeth, on purpose. Pain, and pleasure. "Hold still! No hip thrusts, no fucking my face. Remember, hold still, be quiet. Just feel."

I did, I forced myself to follow her instructions. I felt the sweat of effort break out on my back, the effort of holding still as she made love to me. She licked me, she sucked on me, she squeezed and carressed me, crushing my balls to my body just to the point of pain before letting up and then tonguing them to soothe the ache. She kept the pot boiling, and I could feel her saliva trickle down my shaft and onto my balls. She held me there, at the edge, for what seemed an interminable period as I focused on every sensation she was creating, from the lightest feather touch to a squeeze or nip that brought exquisite pain. I heard her moans, but struggled to make no sound myself, succeeding until she wet her finger and pushed it slowly into my anus, the heel of her hand against my balls as she thrust into me, fucking my ass. I gasped.

"Sshhhh!" She said it more gently this time. "Can you feel me touching you? I'm touching your prostate you know. I could make you cum this way. Maybe I will, just to watch you cum. I like seeing you cum, the way all that beautiful pearly cum shoots out of you, out of your big, hard cock."

I didn't answer, staying quiet as instructed, struggling to not moan or cry out, or worse, to whimper helplessly. She was right, she could make me cum that way. She was about to, I could feel her finger violating me, touching and moving inside as she stroked me. At the last possible second she withdrew, sliding slowly out of me, and the whimper I'd been holding back escaped my lips.

She shushed me again, but she was laughing. "Poor baby, did I do it again? Maybe I'll never let you cum, I'll just keep you right at the edge. It's so cruel, but you love it, I can tell." She slowly stroked my wet cock as she spoke, rigid and hard as stone, swollen to its maximum dimensions by need and arousal. It felt like the skin of my penis was stretched to the bursting point. "Well, what should I do? I want to taste you and feel you cum in my mouth, but I also want to just watch as your big cock just spurts and twitches, spraying all that saved up cum all over."

I opened my eyes and looked at her. She was staring at my cock as she stroked it, her face flushed with arousal and carrying a light sheen of sweat, her neck and chest also moist, red and flushed, her own body feverish with need and lust. She was turning me on beyond imagination, but it was working on her as well, her eyes smoky and wild.

She glanced up and saw me looking at her. "Close your eyes! No cheating! Your big stiff cock is the center of your universe, it's all you need to think about. Keep your eyes closed, no moving, no talking, no sounds. I'm fucking you this tme, you're just a big hard cock full of cum, and I know now where I want it."

I felt her move, and straddle me, her knees coming down alongside my hips, and then felt the steaming heat of her pussy touch my cock as she moved, sliding her slick and swollen lips against my shaft, rubbing on me before reaching back and holding me, guiding me up and into her as she lowered her body down onto me. I felt the swollen head of my cock part her lips and enter her, the heat and tightness of her wet pussy slowly engulfing my hard shaft as the big, sensitive head of my cock moved more deeply into her body.

I continued to focus solely on the incredible sensations as she took me all the way inside of her, not stopping until the swollen lips of her pussy were pressed to the base of my cock, my balls crushed tightly against the back of her vulva and her ass, her pussy spasming and squeezing me, buried so deep inside of her. I struggled not to make a sound, not to grab her and fuck her, not to just thrust into her until we both exploded.

She fought no such battle. "Oh god, oh god, oh my god! Oh fuck, I love that big fucking cock inside of me!" She rocked her hips back and forth, keeping me fully inside as she moved on me, forcing my cock to touch all the right places inside of her. I felt her tighten, and I heard and felt her cum. Without thinking, I moved my hands to her thighs as she came, feeling her muscles bunch and flex as she forced herself down on me, keeping herself deeply impaled throughout her orgasm.

When she grabbed my hands I thought she was going to push them away and remind me not to touch, but instead she interlaced her fingers with mine and used my hands to pull herself down on me, fucking me, fucking herself, keeping me deep.

As her orgasm began to wane she fell forward, still holding my hands but pushing them up, above my head as her chest met mine. I felt her firm breasts and stiff nipples, and the slickness of our sweat as it intermingled and she slid on me. She kissed me, putting her tongue into my mouth, and I sucked greedily at it as she fucked me, and fucked me.

Her own immediate need met she refocused on pleasing me, and she used her body to give me sensations I'd never felt before, as I continued to focus my attention on the things she could do with her body, and with her pussy, and as the velvet grip of her sweet pussy took me deep inside one last time, and I felt her squeeze, it became too much.

I opened my eyes and looked up into her face as I came, crying out. "Oh god, Kristi, oh fuck!" I came, pumping and flooding, filling and overflowing her, and she smiled down at me as she continued to move her hips, my cock bucking and spurting inside of her as I emptied myself, she fucked me, milked me, drawing out everything I had, everything she'd built up inside of me with her day of teasing and tormenting.

The sound of her body meeting mine became a series of wet splashes as my groin, stomach, and balls flooded with our juices - mostly mine - and her thighs, wet with cum, slid across my hips as she worked me, getting every drop. We were a glorious mess, and I felt like I was still pumping more in!

She laughed as she slid on me, my cock deep in her belly and cum running out everywhere. "You really did have a big load, didn't you? I'm surprised you could even walk with all that in your balls. I'll have to remember to tease you more often, that was fun! Messy, but fun."

I groaned, drained, all of me limp except for one thing, and it was rapidly becoming limp as well. She continued to slide back and forth on me, moving her hips, smearing cum all over both of us, making a big, sticky mess even bigger.

As I tried to catch my breath, conscious of the pounding of my heart, and Kristi continued to enjoy the slippery sensations of our bodies touching and sliding, we heard a knock on our door. Before I could respond, Kristi yelled "Come in!"

Storm

I've said it before and this last segment just reinforces the belief. No one is your equal when it comes to writing sex scenes. You are the master,

Well done and thank you

GH

Wonderful Stormy. I'm sure most of us are like me at this point.

I want it to be me at the door ..

It's the JEEP at the door!!!!!!!!!!

Finally.

Not sure how they got it on the houseboat, but what an excellent way to bring Tiffany on board.

Great segment there Stormy, I agree with GH, you're the master of dripping wet sex scenes.

TrF2

Fuck is sooo hot, and how she is molding him in to a real cuck. Thanks
contdoc

GH, peak, Trf2 and contdoc, thanks for the comments. peak, being at the door would be good, but being beneath Kristi would be better, I'm sure!

When GH tells me that I've written a good sex scene, it really means a lot, considering.

The Jeep at the door, huh Trf2? You may just be crazier than I am!

cd, I'm not sure she's molding him, but then she did just make him soft and pliable...
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More than a little surprised by Kristi's open invite, I was unable to object before the door opened and Kori stepped into the room. When she saw us on the bed, Kristi still astride me, she laughed. "You know, when you're in the middle of an intimate moment it's OK to tell me to come back later, or just say you're occupied. You didn't have to invite me in."

Kristi smiled at her. "It's OK, we're not in the middle of anything. In fact, we're done. Well, he's done. I could have gone on for a while longer, there are a couple of good orgasms stacked up in there, just waiting for release. But you know how it is." Kori laughed and agreed with her.

I was worn out, limp, totally relaxed following a tremendous orgasm, so I just put my arm over my eyes and tried to ignore them.
I felt Kori's cool fingers touch my cheek. "Are you done Adam? You look done." I could only groan. She went on. "Was it worth the wait? Did this little cock tease make it everything she promised?"

I tried to answer, managing an affirmative groan and a small nod of my head to answer her. She laughed. "I'll take that as a yes. You look like a happy and well-satisfied man."

She stepped around the bed and surprised me when she reached out and touched my balls, fondling and gently squeezing them. My cock, by now mostly flaccid, was still inside of Kristi, but much of the semen I'd released inside of her had run out around my incredible shrinking penis as she moved on me.

Kori rubbed the slippery fluids over my balls and the base of my cock. "Good grief, how many times did you cum in her?"

I silently held up my other hand, fingers spread, and Kori reacted in shock. "Five? You came in her five times just in the last half hour?"

Kristi laughed. "Sure he did! K, you have to remember that Adam is a legend in his own mind. In his dreams he could do that - in real life he just came once." When she laughed it tightened her Kegels and abdominal muscles, forcing me out of her, and my limp, wet cock slithered free and flopped into Kori's hands, accompanied by a small gout of cum.

Kori took me in her hand, stroking me. "Mmmm, I just love the way a man's cock feels after he's just cum, all soft and bendy but still so nice and thick." I felt rather than saw her shiver. "Oooh, you guys are making me all horny, that's just not fair!"

I removed my arm from across my eyes and looked at her. Still naked, her erect nipples and the goosebumps on her skin were evidence that she was speaking the truth. "K, you know you were the one that came in here, we didn't drag you in. And if being horny could kill you, I'd have died hours ago. By the way, that feels really good, what you're doing down there. Don't stop."

She didn't, sitting on the bed where she had easier access without bending over. I felt both of her hands on me, touching, fondling, sliding and gliding in the slippery coating of semen and Kristi's fluids. Kristi suddenly stiffened and let out a small yelp, reaching behind her to slap Kori's hands away. "No Kori, don't!" She looked down at me and giggled, going suddenly Cockney. "That nasty perverted little witch is trying to stick her fingers up me bum! Kori! Kori, ohhh god, stop that! Mmmm, ooohh, forget I said that. Oh god that's starting to feel really good!"

I heard Kristi take a very shaky breath, almost a gasp, as Kori's cum-slick fingers invaded her virgin backside. Kori laughed softly. "Amazing how quickly you changed your tune! Feels pretty good, doesn't it girl?"

Kristi didn't agree verbally, but she clearly agreed. "Ohhh god, you're going to make me cum! I shouldn't cum just from your finger up my ass!"

Kori corrected her. "Fingers sweetie, that's two you feel. See?" She must have spread them apart, or thrust in deeper, because Kristi gasped and then groaned, thrusting back on her. Feeling left out, I slid my hand between Kristi and myself, where our groins were locked together, and allowed my fingertips to find her clit. She cried out and came, the combination of Kori's fingers thrusting into her ass and mine diddling her clit drawing out one of those remaining orgasms she had spoken about.

She collapsed forward on me when her spasms died down, breathing heavily, and whimpered when Kori slowly slid her fingers out of her butt. "Ohh boy, that felt really good! I needed that, thanks Kori."

Kori laughed, wiping her cum slathered hand on the sheet. "My pleasure, you know I'm always here for you guys. Of course, now I'm really, really horny!"

I looked at her. "Kori, did you come in here just to butt-fuck Kristi and make yourself horny, or is there some subtle, sinister, ulterior motive for us having the pleasure of your company?"

She looked surprised, and confused for a moment. "What? Oh. Oh! Yes, I almost forgot! We must have come into cell phone range, a missed call popped up on my phone. From your friend Tiffany."

All that - just to deliver a phone message. I'm trying to decide whether the use of such literary illusion should be regarded a Jeep shot. Or is that alliteration ?

Storm

A wonderful sex scene followed by a good old fashioned cliff hanger.

Nice work!

GH

Sorry, had to stop and run an errand!
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I raised my head. "From Tiffany? Did she leave a message?"

Kori nodded. "She did, she just said 'Kori, please have Adam call me when you get this, something has come up. We need to talk.' Didn't you have a call on your phone?"

"I don't know, I never looked. It's right there, on the dresser."

She stepped to the dresser and picked up my phone, messing with it for a few seconds before giving me a disgusted look. "Dead battery there stud, this thing is even more useless than that thing." She nodded toward my useless, limp, worn out but very happy cock. "You need to plug it in once in a while."

I smiled. "I just had it plugged in. Didn't I babe?"

Kristi shook her head. "I think she means your phone."

"Oh, that! Yeah, I meant to plug it in before we left on our hike. Musta got distracted and forgot. Can we call her back on your phone?"

Kori dropped on the bed beside me, holding out her phone. "Done! It's ringing." She held it to my ear, where it rang two more times before I heard Tiffany's voice on the line.

"Hi Kori, thanks for calling back."

"No Tiff, it's me. I'm just on her phone because mine died. So what's up?"

Kristi giggled and whispered "Certainly not you!"

I gently slapped her thigh and shushed her. Tiffany went on. "Oh, hi Adam. That was a surprise, Kori's name popped up from my phone book, I wasn't expecting your voice. You sound good though, very relaxed."

I laughed. "If you only knew! So what's going on? You said in your message that there was a problem."

When she spoke again she sounded disgusted, or maybe a little bit angry. "Yeah, there's a problem. That's not what I said, but that's a pretty good way to put it."

"Are you not coming? We're all looking forward to having you here, please don't tell me you're not coming!" I realized that maybe I was being a little too eager, a little too close to displaying my disappointment about the possibility of her cancelling out, when I saw Kristi give me a look, a sardonic grin, but something else, something I couldn't read behind her eyes. How do you go about telling one woman that you're interested in her and care for her when another, the one you love, is sitting on you, watching your face and listening to every word? If there's a way to do that, I had clearly failed to find it.

She shook her head, frowning slightly, then swung her right leg up and over me, reversed herself, and straddled me facing my feet. She scooted backwards until her round tush and her gloriously wet, used, open pussy were inches from my face, then leaned forward. A small trickle of cum leaked from her and dripped into the hollow at the base of my throat. How was I supposed to be able to concentrate on talking to Tiffany with that beautiful spectacle in my face?

I felt my mouth start to water as Tiffany answered me, and the trickle of cum ran slowly down my neck. "No Adam, we're still coming. In fact, we're already here, at the marina. But there's three of us instead of two, like I'd planned."

"Um, three? I'd have been fine with just one, I was resigned to two, but three? What did you do?"

She laughed. "You're such a clown! Seriously, it was an unavoidable situation, a last second change. Listen, the guys are coming back, so I can't talk, but first, is there even room for three more?"

"Room? Oh hell yeah, there's room, there is still one unused stateroom on this deck, two more below, the sofas in the forward lounge make into beds, you can sleep under the stars on deck. I think the literature said this thing could sleep up to seventeen, so if you only brought the basketball team we're OK. If you brought the football team it might start to get a little crowded."

She laughed again. "Nope, not that many. But listen, I'll explain when we see you, and if any of you don't like the situation, just say so. Don't worry about offending anyone, we're the ones dropping the bomb on your trip, so if you or any of your friends are uncomfortable with it, we'll just go. We drove down in two cars, your Jeep and my truck, just in case."

Kristi reached back and ran her fingers slowly up her open pussy, spreading her lips and then stopping to push them slightly inside of herself before bringing them back, bumping my chin before finding my lips and pushing her cum-covered fingers into my mouth. Kori was laughing as I struggled to speak around them, turning my head. "Mmmph, gullmph, no Tiff, I'm sure it will be fine. We'll see you at the dock, OK?"

She asked how far out we were, and I looked at Kori as Kristi continued to tease me, touching herself and smearing our cum onto my face as I twisted and turned to avoid her. "K, do you know how long until we get there?"

She nodded. "Ron said a little over an hour, and that was about fifteen minutes ago, so a little less than an hour, I guess."

I passed that information on to Tiffany, and she said they would go to the bar and have a drink, and would see us at the dock. We said goodbye and hung up, leaving many unanswered questions.

I gave them a quick rundown of what she'd said. Kori seemed interested, Kristi just moved back further, pushing her pussy almost to my lips. Kori mentioned something I hadn't yet considered. "She said the guys were coming back? As in, like, she brought along two guys? That sounds promising!"

Kristi twisted and looked at her. "You're such a slut!"

Kori laughed. "No, I'm a very horny slut, remember? But then I'm not the one forcing my sloppy pussy into a man's face either. I'm going to go tell Ronnie what she said. You two try to behave and act like grown-ups, OK? Get cleaned up and come join us."

She slipped out of the room, taking her phone with her. Kristi pushed back towrd me, forcing my head down onto the bed. "You heard what the lady said, that we should get cleaned up. I think you should start right here." She pushed her pussy onto my face, and I reached up and wrapped my arms over her hips, pulling her back into my face until my nose was buried in her ass and my tongue was pushed as deeply into her vagina as I could get it.

I heard her moan, and felt her shudder, and I swallowed us, our love juices, and probed for more. I licked her, and abused her, and she ground herself into my face, begging for more of the same. I knew I'd have to come up for air soon, but in the meantime I wanted to taste and feel her arousal, swallow her essence, enjoy her and give her pleasure. There would be plenty of time to think about breathing when I started to see flashes of light and hear the drumbeats of my pounding heart inside of my head.

Hey guys, no fair commenting while I'm writing the second half! Peak, if it's an illusion, it's an effectively elusive illusion. As for me, I'm probably too illiterate to alliterate, so I'll just write about sordid, slippery, sexy stuff. And a Jeep shot?? Ouch! I thought you Brits were above all that.

GH, I had to finish the call, we couldn't leave everyone hanging. Well, not about that anyway. You know how it is.

Storm

I do know how it is, but you still left us hanging. Who are the mystery men?"

Thanks

GH

Oh come on now GH. The Storm Man has been cooking up this latest twist for a while now, you know it's going to be good. We were expecting the Jeep and maybe one mystery guest, but two? Once again, another twist in the story, I've come to expect nothing less.

This next bunch of chapters is going to be exquisite, I can conjure up a ton of various combinations in my twisted little mind, I'm guessing Stormy has done the same. They're going to need a hazmat crew to go over that houseboat once our little band of perverts gets off of it. Those floors are going to be very slippery if you know what I mean.

It's clear that Adam has feelings for Tiffany. I wonder how that will play into the story. Yeah, I know it's a cuckold story, but it would be nice to see Kristi squirming just a little bit for once.

Nice job Stormy, I'm anxiously awaiting further developments.

TrF2

Thanks again Stormy to cluing me into this site. Thanks also for all of your effort is creating such a wonderful story.

Thanks GH and Trf2 for the comments, you know I appreciate it. As for the mystery men...

No problem justaguy, my pleasure. Glad you're enjoying both the site and the story.
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Long before oxygen depletion became a factor - I probably could have gone another fifteen seconds, maybe even sixteen - I felt Kristi shudder and then felt rather than heard her moan of satisfaction, and she fell off to one side onto the bed, curling up almost into a fetal position. As I took a couple of deep breaths I could still hear her moaning softly, and she hugged her knees to her chest. I touched her leg, and she jerked as if I'd hit her with a cattle prod. "Uhhh, Adam, don't!"

I laughed. "I barely touched you! Are you OK?"

"I'm so OK you can't believe, just don't touch me!" She must have realized how that sounded, because she laughed weakly. "Just for a minute, OK? My whole body feels like one big nerve ending!"

Her back was to me, and I turned on my side and gently nipped her tush. She jerked away and objected again. "Please!" I ignored her, letting my tongue roam over her hot flesh, slowly wandering down to the small crease where her thigh and bottom met. She twitched and whimpered. "You're a sadist! I never knew you were so cruel. I don't know why everyone thinks you're such a nice guy."

I laughed. "Methinks she doth protest too much! C'mon, you love it and you know it. Besides, it's your own fault, you know damn well that if your naked body is this close to me I'll have to touch it."

She rolled away from me and rose to her feet. "Just a few seconds to recover was all I asked, but no..." she paused, putting one hand on the bed to steady herself "..whoa, dizzy! Phew! There, that's better. Whatever you did to me, it was amazing. I guess I'll have to overlook your subsequent cruelty."

She paused for a moment, looking sexy, watching me, then smiled. "You have cum all over your face."

I rubbed my hand across my face. She was right. "Huh! I wonder how that happened. I must look a mess."

She bent forward and kissed me, cummy lips and all. "Actually, I was thinking that it was a good look for you. Mister, you can put your tongue in my pussy anytime." I reached for her, and she danced away. "Except for right now! I'm going to grab a quick shower. Join me?"

"Mmm. That shower stall is kind of small."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"Good point! Sure, I'll join you." I rose to my feet, also experiencing a wave of dizziness, and followed her into the bathroom. The shower felt good and Kristi felt better, her wet soapy body rubbing up against me and getting me all semi-hard again. Don't laugh, it's the best I could do, despite her attention to a detailed soaping of my semi-dangly bits.

I took responsibility for thoroughly cleaning all of her best parts - hell, OK, all of her - and we emerged refreshed, newly aroused, and no longer smelling like a New Orleans bordello. I mean, you know, from stuff I've heard.

I towelled her dry. She loves it when I wash, and then dry, her hair. So do I. She returned the favor by doing my back, being sure to reach between my legs to give my balls a little extra drying and fondling. It's good to be thorough.

Minutes later, as I sat on the edge of the bed to pull on a clean pair of shorts, I looked up to find her gazing at me with a pensive expression. I returned her gaze. "What?"

She shook her head. "Oh, nothing."

I may not be the brightest bulb on the chandelier, but even I knew that 'nothing', said like that, meant something. "C'mon, you know you're going to tell me. A penny for your thoughts - no, tell you what, a nickel! A whole nickel, all to yourself."

She smiled, shaking her head, but there was something in her eyes, sadness, perhaps. "You're an idiot. Remember later that I tried to let you off easy."

I didn't like the sound of that. She gazed at me for another long moment before speaking. "Your friend Tiffany. You really care about her, don't you?"

I didn't know how to answer that, and not because I didn't want to lie or misrepresent what I felt for her. I just really hadn't examined my feelings that closely. I wasn't sure, at that moment, how I felt about Tiffany. I tried to express that. "Babe, I'm not sure what I feel about her. Shoot, I'm not sure you can really even call us friends. A few hours in a cafe, another hour or two on a long car ride, we just barely know each other."

Kristi looked skeptical. "Uh-huh. And yet she opened up and poured out her heart to you. How come when I ask you things like that you can never give me a straight answer?"

My keen senses picked up that this would not be a good time to mention that, on the car ride down to the marina, I had also poured out my heart to Tiffany. Instead, I focused on her question. "I'm giving you the only answer I have! Look, she's an interesting lady that's been through some tough times and come out the other end stronger, and whole, I think. I hope we're friends. I hope she considers me a friend. Meet her. Form your own opinions."

"But the things she told you, those aren't the kind of things you tell somebody you just met, like a stranger on the street corner."

I shrugged. "Kristi, I don't know. Maybe I'm a good listener. We kind of got off on the wrong foot, and she started to explain why she'd been so hostile, kind of to apologize, and the rest just poured out. Maybe she just finally needed to tell someone and I happened to be there." I paused. "But I will tell you this. I'm glad I was there, and that she could talk to me. If that helped her in any way it's a very small payback for what some other so-called man did to her."

Kristi just looked at me for a moment, and I watched her eyes fill and then overflow, two small streaks of tears on her face. She crossed the short distance between us and sat on my lap, burying her face in my shoulder. When she raised her head to look at me, there was pain in her eyes, and on her beautiful, tear-streaked face. "I'm glad you were there too Adam. Whatever happens next, you were in the right place. You did a good thing. Just please don't ever forget how much I love you."

She rose and crossed to the door. Stepping into the hall she glanced back, wiping her eyes. "Come on, let's go join Ronnie and that evil, corn-holing wife of his. We must be almost to the marina."

I sat there for a moment after she left, wondering about what had just happened. Surely Kristi couldn't be seriously concerned about Tiffany - or, rather, Tiffany and me - and any feelings we might have for each other! I mean, sure, I liked her, even found her fascinating and attractive, and yes, sexy, but we really did barely know each other.

And Kristi was the one that had insisted that the invite for Tiffany to join us remain open, even when I had offered to cancel it. Of course, it had been me that talked Tiff into coming when she had tried to back out after finding out about Kristi showing up. But then, she was, on her own initiative, bringing her own boy-toy. Or two. Or something. This was making my head hurt! Fucking women, I just don't get them!

But still, the world would be a pretty boring, joyless, and colorless place without them, now wouldn't it?

Storm

The relationship between a man and a woman is so incredibly complex and you are doing such a nice job with that.

Thanks

GH

Nicely set up Stormy. Now, why do I get the impression that you have carefully arranged the chess pieces again for another sideways move ?

Thanks GH, your support is much appreciated.
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Pondering her words as I pulled a clean t-shirt with a Santa Ynez winery logo imprinted on it over my head, letting that last conversation run back through my mind, I wondered if maybe it shouldn't have been me instead, reminding her how much I loved her. After all, it was her that was so looking forward to the possibility of the Ranger stopping by later. Hell, she had even thought through how to dress up and look special for him! I'd made no such elaborate plans for greeting Tiffany.

Thinking that, I pulled the t-shirt off again and replaced it with a brightly colored silk shirt, some tropical looking mash of colors that she'd bought for me when we'd first planned this trip, leaving the top couple of buttons open. I also splashed on a little cologne, a good one. It was actually one of Kristi's favorite scents on me - other than her own, which was my personal favorite.

I sat again for a moment, in solitude, thinking. I knew that Kristi felt that she could separate sex from love, physical attraction from emotional, and that she thought I was possibly unable to do the same. It was possible she was right about me; when I share a moment as intimate as sex with a woman, I feel a bond, an emotional connection, even if it's brief, or weak. The least had probably been with Sue, but then her husband was right there with us, so that had been too weird and disorienting, but even then I felt like we'd touched each other in ways beyond the physical.

Not counting Izzy, it had been strongest with Rain. She had definitely touched something in my heart, or my soul, or whatever. Not that she had crowded Kristi out, that was not possible, but still, she was there. Rain and I had made love. She'd always be with me after that memorable night.

Hell, I hadn't had sex with Tiff, but even something of her had already lodged inside me as well, her story moving me and sticking in my mind. Maybe Kristi had a point, about me. My worry was about her. I really didn't think she could just fuck and run. Sport fucking, she'd once called it. There was always that fear, inside of me, that she'd find a man she preferred to me, some guy that she'd feel a stronger connection with. I knew that was the fear she was feeling about me and Tiffany. Why couldn't she understand that I felt the same thing, about her?

I sighed and reached for my sandals then decided to pass, and padded barefoot down the hall and into the main lounge. Ronnie sat at the helm, with Kristi behind him rubbing his shoulders. In accordance with the extremely hot weather she had gone minimalist in her mode of dress, a short cropped top - braless, of course - and a tiny little pair of snug fitting knit shorts which formed to her butt like a second skin. I sure do like that butt, and I took a moment to admire it yet again.

Kori was in the galley, near the refrigerator, and when she saw me she opened it and held up a beer. "Need one Adam? From what I saw I suspect you need to replenish your bodily fluids." She was also in a pair of tiny shorts, but had donned a bright pink bikini top, and pulled her hair back with some kind of clip. She looked good, but then, she usually does.

I took it from her and twisted the cap off. "Yeah, that was kind of a sweaty hike." I did need the beer, but it wasn't about thirst.

She smiled at me. "Not at all what I was referring to, but yeah, that too. Are both of you sex fiends fully satiated for the time being?"

I nodded as Kristi answered her. "I am, thanks partly to you! What was that sneak attack from behind all about? I owe you for that one!" She turned and looked at me, and smiled. "Adam is definitely done for now. No matter how hard I tried in the shower I couldn't coax it up again. Not even halfway, huh honey?"

I grunted . "Huhh! Nope, you killed it, or at least put it into a sex-induced coma. I think a little R&R is in order, or hibernation or something, then I'll be good as new."

Ronnie looked over his shoulder at me, shaking his head, then looked Kristi up and down appreciatively. "He was in the shower with you, all naked and wet and soapy and slippery, and he couldn't get it up? Did you check for a pulse? 'Cause babe, if you couldn't get a rise out of him, he's either dead or gay - and I'm almost sure he's not gay since he's never put the moves on a guy as gorgeous as me."

Kristi laughed and hugged him. "So that's how your gaydar works huh Ronnie? If guys don't hit on you, they're straight? What do you do when they do hit on you?"

He shrugged. "I very gently break their hearts, of course. I'm not cruel, and they can't help it if I'm irresistible." She laughed again, touching and rubbing Ron's neck and shoulders, and I was glad to see that her light-hearted banter with Ron seemed to be cheering her up. Ron was good at this, seeming to have a sixth sense for when his clowning around would serve a dual purpose.

Kori looked at him, smiling, shaking her head. There was a look of loving adoration in her eyes, something I'd often seen in his when he looked at her as well. I wondered if Kristi and I would ever reach that stage in our relationship, when we were years into it like they were, where that other person becomes almost an extension of yourself. She looked at me. "Listen to my big studly man! All women want him, all men want to be him!"

I shook my head. "No, I think his point was that some men want him as well. Unless I missed his lame point completely."

Ron glanced quickly over his shoulder at me. "Hey! No picking on me, or I won't tell you that we're within sight of the marina."

I walked up to the front of the lounge, looking through the wide glass windows. He was right, the buldings up the hill were in sight, and we could see the sun glinting off the boats at the docks. We were less than a mile out. He laughed when he saw me cross to the window. "Look at you, if I didn't know better I'd think you were nervous about seeing your pretty little cowgirl again!

I glanced at Kristi after he said that, and she was just staring back at me, expressionless. He saw the look we exchanged, and quickly realized his faux pas. He changed the subject. "We should be pulling in in just a few more minutes. Adam, if you'll help me by waving me in and manning the fenders forward, and Kristi, if you'll drop them aft. We'll meet with your friends and do the introduction thing and get everyone settled, but then we need to pick up some supplies and ice. Oh, and I want to top off the tanks before we pull out."

Kori stepped forward. "What do you want me to do?"

He looked at her and grinned. "I want you to come over here and give me a kiss, then stand next to me and look gorgeous. Then you can take the wheel for a second while I run up to the upper helm where I can see better, and you can come up and relay Adam's signals to me."

With commands given and received, we all moved to our tasks. As we drew closer to the end of the dock, I could see the slender form of what I took to be Tiffany and what looked like a small mountain on the dock alongside of her. It was soon obvious that she had talked Pops into joining her on ths trip; I couldn't imagine that she had been able to find another human being of that size on such short notice. He seemed to block out the sun, and as we drew closer, even under his broad brimmed straw hat, his dark skin became apparent. She was in blue jeans - I should have known - and a white sleeveless blouse, with a cowboy hat of her own on her head.

Pops was in a shirt almost as colorful as my own, but as there was vastly more of it he was a walking technicolor riot. His baggy khaki shorts reached below his knees, letting only the lower part of his tree-trunk calves and wide feet protrude below. Although nearly my own height, the pants made him look short and squatty, an illusion aided and abetted by his considerble width. They seemed to be alone; I didn't see the other person that Tiff had alluded to on the phone anywhere nearby.

I stuck my head around the corner just as Ronnie rose to go to the upper helm. "That's them on the end of the dock right there."

He nodded. "Yeah, I figured. To quote Roy Scheider, 'We're gonna need a bigger boat'!"

I laughed. "That's Pops. He's a big guy. I told you that."

"You did, but with your usual penchant for understatement you said big, when you should have said huge, enormous, mountainous - jeez Adam, that guy is massive!"

I chuckled at his reaction. "He is, but don't let it fool you. He's cat-quick, and strong as an ox. Not much of what you see there is fat, despite what you may think. He's really a cool guy. A unique character. You guys will like him."

Kori looked at Ron. "Get upstairs Ronnie, we're getting close, and I can't do this! Hurry!"

He looked toward the dock. "Relax hon', we have plenty of time." Nonetheless, he darted up the steps.

She visibly relaxed when she felt Ron take over the controls. "I'm looking forward to meeting him Adam. The way you described him he sounds like an interesting man, and a good man."

"That's the sense I got in the short time I spent with them K." I leered at her. "He's also a very sexual man, or so I'm told. You and he should get along well."

She flipped me off, and I was laughing as I walked back out to drop the fenders between the boat and the dock. Ron brought us in slow and gentle, and I looked aft to see Kristi mimicking my own actions as she dropped the rubber floats between the two objects and we nudged up against them. I had signalled Ron to cut the motors, and I tossed the rope to Pops, who, muscles bulging, pulled us in tight and quickly looped it around the cleat on the dock, snugging us up.

I had been looking at Tiffany as we drew close. She looked a little guarded, her expression wary, but she looked beautiful too, her long auburn ponytail hanging below her cowboy hat and down her back. Her arms, below the sleeveless blouse, were tanned and toned, and the worn jeans looked like a part of her, perfectly form fitting and incredibly flattering to her hips and ass, not to mention her long legs. The battered boots on her feet completed the image of a woman far more at home on a horse than on a pleasure boat. It was rough and functional, not at all flashy or showy, but I found something about the look to be incredibly sexy and attractive. Maybe it was the strength and self-assurance.

I stepped across to the dock and shook hands with Pops, prepared this time for his bone-crushing grip. I gripped hard in return, and he smiled. I got the sense he was toying with me by not breaking my hand. We broke our grip and I turned to Tiffany. "Hi lady. You look great. I'm really glad you came." I stepped forward and gave her a soft hug and a quick kiss, just a peck, but enough to notice that her lips were soft, and warm. I could feel her hesitancy, and as I pulled away she looked past me, her eyes narrowing slightly as she watched Kristi approach.

Continued great work Storm!

OK, suits on, docking completed, time for a little EVA and then we find out if it's, 'Houston, we have a problem...' or 'Tranquility Base, the Eagle has landed..' ... and we still haven't seen The Third Man yet.

You do tell a great story Stormy. I mean it, truly great. Thanks.

Sorry Stormy, been unable to catch up until now. Darn this working for a living and all that crap. Not as much free time for reading as in the old, retired days.

I love seeing Kristi squirm a little bit. There seems to be a bit of a double standard in play with her, doesn't she trust Adam the way he trusts her?

And who is this mystery man, you've got us all scratching our heads over that little twist in the story. I know you're sitting back, smirking at us. I may just go back and revisit that part of the story and see if I can come up with a clue as to our mystery man's identity before you reveal it.

I have so many different scenarios playing out in my twisted little brain, and you've always one upped me, so I'm sitting here waiting to see where this roller coaster is headed. Like I said, have the hazmat team on standby, the spunk shoud be flying on the houseboat tonight. Just hope there's no collateral damage to our friends.

I'm not going to divulge any of my twisted couplings yet, I know Peak gets upset with me when I do that, as if I could come up with anything that would outshadow what you've already put together. You and GH are the masters, no doubt about that my friend.

Cheers and Thanks,

TrF2

Storm

I love the tension you've created. I am very eager to see how this situation resolves itself.

Thanks for your efforts.

GH

Thanks guys, you know I love hearing from you and reading the comments. I can't tell you how much I've appreciated your support!

Hey, somewhere along the line this thing went over 100,000 hits, and I just now noticed. Must have been while I was away. That just amazes me, although since I've been at it for 2 years now I guess that is probably not all that many. Still, it's been fun - mostly because of the comments and getting to make a few new friends. Thanks again.
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Pops whistled, long and low, and I glanced at him to find that he was also watching Kristi approach. As she neared, he addressed her. "Well hello gorgeous! I sure hope you're either Kristi or Kori!"

She laughed. "Thanks. I'm Kristi - and you can only be Pops. Adam has told us so much about you. Everything except a real name - surely you must have one, other than Pops."

It was his turn to laugh. "I do, but Pops will be fine. I've never been a big fan of Reginald, or Reggie, so we won't use or discuss that."

I heard Tiffany laugh, and looked at her. She was looking at him. "Reggie, huh? How come I never knew that? You've always been Pops, just Pops. Wait 'til the other girls hear about Reginald!"

He growled, in mock ferocity "Careful young lady, don't forget I'm still your boss!" She just laughed, the evidence of their easy friendship and affection for each other plain to see. Those pleasantries out of the way, the moment I'd been waiting for - and dreading - had arrived.

As Ron and Kori crossed the deck toward where we stood on the dock, Kristi and Tiffany faced each other. Tiffany stuck out her hand, an unusually masculine gesture which seemed to take Kristi off guard. "Hi, I'm Tiffany - you can call me Tiff."

Kristi took her hand, and they shook, holding onto each other's hand longer than two men typically would. "I'm Kristi - but then, you already knew that."

Tiff smiled. "True. Gosh, Adam said you were beautiful, but he needs to work on a better description. Pops is right, you're gorgeous!"

Kristi actually blushed, bright red, something she rarely does. She is fairly immune to flattery from men, although she accepts it with grace and style, but Tiffany's words seemed to surprise her. She gathered herself and responded. "Thanks. You too, but I knew you would be if Adam asked you to join him on this trip. He has a real weakness for beautiful women."

Ron walked up as she finished speaking, putting his arm around her shoulders. "That's not a weakness girl, that's just good judgement. Even if it was a weakness, it's pretty much common to all men, which makes it normal - ergo, still not a weakness." Releasing Kristi, he leaned in and gave Tiff a quick hug and kiss, welcoming her back, and turned to be introduced to Pops as Kori joined him.

Pops looked Kori up and down and whistled again. "Tiffany tempted me along on this trip with promises of beautiful, scantily clad women. It's good to find out I can still trust her! By process of elimination, you must be Kori."

She smiled and stepped to him, reaching up to give him a quick kiss. It struck me as being almost too familiar for a first meeting, but then Kori does have a way of making people feel welcome and at ease. "I am, and this is my husband Ron. Welcome to our humble little boat."

He released her and shook hands with Ron. I watched in amusement as Ronnie winced, examining his hand when he pulled it back as if expecting to find only a bloody stump. He was still working his fingers and massaging his right hand with his left as he looked around. "Well let's get your stuff on board, then I need to buy some supplies and get gas - hey, I thought I heard that there were going to be three of you joining us. Are we missing somebody, or is he jammed into one of those duffel bags?"

I saw a quick scowl cross Tiffany's face as Pops laughed. "No, no, that boy has to start earning his way in the world. I sent him to buy ice - I assumed you'd need ice, everyone out here always does."

Ronnie nodded as Pops looked back toward the small store on the shore near the parking lot, shaking his head. "Here he comes now. Look at that boy, he can barely carry five bags of ice! They're only twenty pounds each."

We all looked up the dock, watching a fairly tall, slender, and very black young man struggle with the five heavy and bulky bags of ice. He was dressed in ghetto chic, his baggy pants sagged low, almost below his ass, but partly covered by a shirt that would have fit Pops easily and which hung from his slender frame, his Raiders cap turned sideways, various bits of sparkly bling glittering from his ears, eyebrow, and throat in the brilliant desert sun. As he drew closer I could see some god-awful ugly but no doubt very expensive athletic shoes on his feet.

He was scowling, and muttering, and sweating profusely. Given the late afternoon heat and his load, those things all seemed justified. He drew near us, stopping several feet away and letting the bags of ice fall to the dock as he glared at Pops. "Here's your fucking ice - and I ain't your damn slave!"

I expected Pops to respond in kind, but he just chuckled. "You mean you're not my damn slave. And watch your mouth boy, there are ladies present."

He looked at us. "Why should I give a fuck what these white 'ho bitches and crackers think. They ain't shit to..."

Before he could finish that thought, Pops had crossed the distance between them and grasped the young man by his shirt, bunching it below his chin and lifting him almost clear of the dock, pulling him forward until their noses were inches apart. His sudden cat-like move had surprised everyone, especially the young thug. He spoke in a low, dangerous voice.
"Shut your mouth boy, before you say something you'll regret. Your Momma sent you to me to get you out of trouble, because she knew that if you stayed in the city you were gonna die. Now normally I wouldn't give a shit about you, you could choose your path, but your momma is my sister, and the thought of you dying hurts her. So now I have to care too."
He paused, glancing at us, no doubt taking in the shocked look on our faces. He released his grip on the kid's shirt, letting him down onto the dock again. Showing unexpected restraint and common sense, the younger man stood in silent shock, careful not to poke the roused beast Pops had suddenly become.

Pops looked at us. "Sorry folks, my nephew is a bit of a smart ass. It will probably get him dead one day. When his mother called, I had to help, so I agreed to take him out to Utah where his home boys couldn't get him killed. I tried to beg off the trip, but Tiff said it would probably do both of us some good, to get to know each other."
He looked around at us. "Me and Douglas haven't been around each other much since he was little. He used to be a good boy, a real sweet kid. Now... well, at least I have a big lake to drown him in!"

I laughed, and held out my hand to the kid. "I'm Adam. Douglas is it? Do you prefer Douglas, or Doug?"

He looked at my hand as if it was a snake, then up at my face. He took my hand, giving me a limp handshake and a scowl, apparently his look for every occasion. "I prefer Trell, it's what everyone calls me."

Pops laughed. "Oh yeah, Trell! His middle name is Latrell, after the deadbeat, worthless sperm donor that he thinks was an actual father. I love my sister, but she has awful judgment when it comes to men. She pretty much raised him all alone."

Kristi and Ron introduced themselves to him, with a similar scowling response, although I did see the flicker of male lust in his eyes as he looked over Kristi's slender form and well-defined tits. Kori stepped forward and took his arm, introducing herself before speaking softly to him. "Come on Trell, I'll help you with the ice, we can go put it up before it all melts here on the dock and wastes all your hard work. I'll take two, if you'll get the other three. You're much bigger and stronger than me."

He looked her over, a look of interest and desire replacing his trademark scowl, and quickly grabbed four bags of ice, two in each hand. "If you can get just one, I'll bring these four." His macho display was both juvenile and transparent, and Kori hid a small smile by looking down. Her own manipulation of him had been every bit as transparent, but he'd taken it hook, line, and sinker.

She smiled warmly at him then, and led him away, the formerly angry young gangsta now an obedient helper. We watched them go, disappearing inside to put the ice in various coolers and freezers. Pops shook his head. "Damn, Ronnie, your wife is some kind of miracle worker, getting that pain in the ass boy to help her like that."

Ron nodded. "She has a way with troubled kids, and wild animals too. There's just something about her. How old is your nephew, anyhow?"

Pops thought for a moment. "Eighteen... no, wait, nineteen. He would have turned nineteen last month, if I'm figuring right. Old enough to know better and too old to be acting like such a punk."

Tiff spoke up, the first words she'd said since meeting Kristi. "Yeah, he's been a pain in the ass since he showed up yesterday. I can fully understand why his mother thought someone might kill him." She laughed. "He's a horny little bastard, but he has no idea how to talk to women to get himself anywhere. Pitiful!"

Kristi looked at her. "Really? What did he do?" I was glad to see them talking to each other, especially since it wasn't about me. Pops, Ronnie, and I started to load their bags on board from where they were lined up on the dock as the two women talked, not participating, although we could easily hear what they were saying.

Tiffany answered her. "Well, you know how easy it is to tell when a guy wants to get in your pants." Kristi laughed and nodded, agreeing with her. She went on. "Well, he comes on with all this bogus macho bullshit, like he expects women to just fall at his feet. I'm more used to guys that really are macho studs but that come on like shy little boys around women."

Kristi looked at her. "Like your cowboy friends?"

"Exactly! Trell doesn't know the true meaning of macho, but he's all about acting big, talking a lot of crap, the complete other end of the spectrum."

Kristi nodded. "I could see that. Where does my Adam fall on your scale of macho versus bullshit?"

I caught the possessive, I'm sure everyone did. I cringed inwardly, and I heard Pops chuckle, deep in his chest. Right next to me as we carried the bags aboard, he muttered "You're in trouble son! Run, now, while you have the chance!"

I heard Ronnie laugh at that. I just shook my head and glanced at Tiffany, who was looking at me. She smiled, answering. "Right in the middle, I guess. He's definitely smoother and more glib than the cowboys, but he seems to be more authentic, more real than the true bullshitters. Not that he can't spread a little himself. He's easy to talk to. But then, I guess you already know that."

Kristi looked at me speculatively as I looked back at her, then gave me a brilliant smile before turning back to Tiff. "I do, but tell me about the night you first met him, when he stopped at your restaurant. Come on, grab your bag and we'll go get you into your cabin so you can change out of those hot jeans and into something cool while we talk and get to know each other better."

She paused, looking back and forth between Pops and Tiffany. "Will you two be in the same cabin?"

They both laughed, and Pops spoke. "Lord no girl, the way I snore I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy! I sure wouldn't put Tiff through it, she'd get very cranky from loss of sleep. Hey, I can sleep out here on deck if there are not enough cabins, no problem. I love the night sky."

Tiffany smiled. "He's not exaggerating, we're talking Richter scale snoring. When we get together, it's sure not for sleeping! Pops, I told you that Adam said there was plenty of space for all of us."

Kristi quickly assured tham that that was indeed the case, planning to put Tiff on the main deck, across the hall from us, and Pops and Trell in the two remaining cabins on the deck below. Ronnie and Kori had the larger master cabin; all the rest were pretty comparable. She took the big bag and let Tiff bring her smaller one, and they left, still chatting. The last exchange I heard was Kristi saying "Now you have to tell me about you and Adam first meeting, AND what happens when you and Pops get together to not sleep!", to which Tiff responded "I'd rather hear about how you and Adam first met." Then they rounded the corner into the main lounge and out of earshot.

I looked after them, wondering, shaking my head. I guess I groaned. Pops laughed and slapped me on the back, realigning my spine. "I thought you were a pretty smart guy, but getting the two of them together, trapped on this boat, you're clearly out of your fucking mind!"

Ron just laughed. Being a true friend, he thought the whole thing was hilarious. For my part, I was pretty sure Pops had nailed it.

I think he has too .. This is getting to be quite the exotic martini. Put together, about to be stirred, if not shaken, and served with 5 bags of ice ...

Awesone, Stormy. I wonder if we'll witness this young Trell get to fuck our beloved ones Kristi, Kori and Tiff? And Pops of course? - I mean him fucking the ladies too, not his nephew of course... Already bullshit in my brains obviously, just from looking forward to the next developments. Great how Kristi and Tiff get along, so far I mean, you never know...
Cliffa

Storm

Your Odyssey takes a new turn and I am loving every minute of it.

Thanks

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