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***Learning to fly***

When I walked into my new home in Park City, Utah, I was impressed by the work that had been done. Jacobsen had hired the best for me. I had the workout machines I wanted, and they were in their own room next to the indoor pool. The place had been cleaned top to bottom. He'd also put on contract a pool service, house cleaning, laundry, and food service company for me. I would never have to go to the grocery store or liquor store unless I needed something special!

The most expensive thing I had done was to install a hidden room in the basement. I'd learned from Tami that insurance was a good thing. Every room in the house now had been wired with video cameras. Military-grade that were undetectable unless you knew what to look for. All of them connected to a computer and hard-drive set up in my secret room. It wasn't to spy on people but to prove what goes on in my house if someone tried to blackmail me.

I didn't waste any time on my flying lessons. I signed up at old man Zimmerman's Cessna Pilot center and was scheduled to take my first lesson the next day. But first, I needed a vehicle, so I went to the nearest dealership and paid cash for a new S.U.V. It was a dark blue Toyota Highlander with 4-wheel drive. I was told I'd need it when winter came, so I went with it.

***

My introduction flight was in a Cessna 150. A little two-seat airplane that looked more like a bug than something that would fly. My instructor introduced herself as García Sanchez, but I was to call her Grace. Now I appreciate a good looking woman, and Grace was stunning!

A beautiful Latina woman that could easily have been a model. I guessed that Grace had to be around 25 years old. She had long, thick black hair, dark brown eyes, and sensual big full lips on her beautiful face. She had a beautiful brownish/olive skin tone. To top all of that were her curves. I followed her around the airplane as she pointed out the various parts and explained what they did.

She certainly wasn't fat but deliciously curved. The front of her flight suit bulged with her breasts. And I couldn't take my eyes off her butt when she bent over to point out the landing gear and brakes. Her butt wasn't large but had a beautiful round shape that made me want to grab it.

She made a lot of eye contact with me as she explained things. I found myself trying to pay attention and wanting to unzip the front of her flight suit down and see her boobs.

"Are you paying attention?"

"Huh, yeah, sorry, I was thinking about work."

"You need to put all that away when you are going to fly," She told me, "You have to concentrate, or you'll end up dead."

"Got it!"

I was a little embarrassed because we both knew I'd been staring at her tits. I got over it quickly when I realized a woman like her was probably used to it. The only thing I didn't like was the wedding ring on her finger. I knew It would make things a lot harder if I made a play for her.

I climbed in the left door, the pilot's seat, and took the right one. We went through a checklist and started the engine. It seemed simple enough with a steering wheel (Yoke.) I thought it was like a car, but you steer with your feet when on the ground. I zigzagged a bit because I wanted to use the yoke.

Grace gave me instructions, and I quickly got the hang of it. We did this engine run-up to check the magnetos, which are the things that make the spark plugs work. Then we taxied out to the runway, and she talked to the tower for permission.

Grace told me, "Hold on to the controls, and keep your feet on the rudder pedals lightly so that you can get the feel of this."

Grace pushed the throttle forward, and the little plane quickly began to run down the runway. When we reached 60 knots, she pulled back on the yoke, and we began to climb out. I could feel it more than I ever had in a commercial jet. It was exciting seeing the ground get smaller below me.

We flew to what was called a training area, and she demonstrated some basic flight maneuvers and then let me try them. It was amazing actually to be flying a plane! By the time the hour was almost up, and she landed the plane. I felt pretty confident already.

After parking the plane and tying it down, we walked back towards the office.

"Ethan, are you sure you've never flown before?" Grace asked me.

"Nope, that was my first time. Why?"

"Because you picked it up so fast."

"That's good, huh?"

Grace stopped and smiled at me, "You might be a natural, but don't let it go to your head. You still have a lot to learn."

"You're the boss."

She laughed, and we went inside to get my book to study for the written test. Grace and I would have a year's long friendship that started that day. And I owe her a lot for teaching me how to fly.

***

I soloed with just five hours of dual instruction when it usually takes 10 or more hours. It was quite the feeling of flying alone the first time and not having Grace in the right seat to save me if I screwed up! When I did my 3 touch and goes and parked the plane. Grace took me inside and signed my logbook.

Then she wrote on the back of my T-Shirt the date, first Solo, and signed her name. Then to my surprise, she cut out that big square that she had written on! All around the office walls were many shirt cut-outs signed and hung up. I got to hang mine on the wall with them and went home without a shirt!

To keep this from getting boring, I'll say that I progressed rapidly with unlimited funds and no job. When you can log 5-8 hours a day, you move along pretty fast. My love life suffered during this time, and I had to drop down to one pill a day or wear out my cock masturbating!

I hoped that would change sooner than later.

***

Summer was coming on, and I went out for a run after working out on the weight machines. There were trails all over the property through the woods, and it was beautiful! I was jogging down the path when I came upon a girl dressed in shorts like me. She had on a t-shirt that said, "Park City H.S. Track."

She was stretching her legs and looked surprised to see me. I stopped and put my hands on my hips, catching my breath.

"Hi," I said.

"Hi, Are you new around here?" She asked, straightening up and looking at my face.

"Ethan Lee, I just moved in."

"I'm Mandy Hamilton," She replied, "I live down Copper Mine Street."

She was a tall girl around 5' 8" or 9". She had dirty blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. It was easy to see she was a distance runner with a thin and athletic body, long legs, small boobs, and lovely green eyes.

"Yeah, I moved in a couple of weeks ago."

"Really, where at?"

"I gave her the address."

"Oh, we heard someone bought Hanson's place."

"Yeah, I'm getting used to it."

"Your folks liking it so far? She asked.

I laughed, "No, they haven't seen it yet."

"Huh?"

I guess she didn't expect someone not much older than her to have that kind of money.

"I bought it, lock stock and barrel."

"Sorry, it's really none of my business, but you seem kind of young to be buying a big place like that."

"No problem, I get that a lot," I told her, "Come on, let's jog, and I'll tell you about the businesses I own."

I took off down the trail at an easy jog, and she caught up with me. I told her about the work out centers but not that I'd inherited them. She seemed pretty impressed and opened up about her own family.

"I bet you run cross-country," I told her as we jogged on a trail that led back to my house, "You in High School?"

"I graduated already, going to college this fall," She replied, "How'd you know I ran cross-country?"

"Your body looks like it was made for long-distance."

She had a pretty laugh, "Oh, thanks a lot!"

"No offense intended; I think athletic women are hot."

She looked at me with a smile, "At least you're honest about it."

I had to laugh out loud, "Some of my old girlfriends might disagree with that."

The trail branched off, and to the left was the one headed to my place, and I stopped. Mandy pulled up next to me.

I pointed, "That's my trail back home. You want to stop over for a cold drink and see the place?"

"Sure, I've always wanted to see inside that house."

"Come on; I'll race you!" And I took off in a sprint.

I could hear her footfalls behind me, and I wasn't gaining much ground. It was still a half-mile to the property, and I got faster. I have to admit that long-legged gal was keeping up the whole way. At the end was my open back gate, and she passed me just before we crossed.

We were both breathing hard and walking it off in circles.

"You're pretty fast," I told her when I could talk.

"State champion, three years in a row."

I laughed, "I'll ask next time before I ask for a race."

Mandy grinned at me, "Wise decision, but you're no slouch yourself!"

We walked the 50 yards of my back lawn to the patio doors that opened up into the indoor pool and workout area next to it.

"Wow!" Mandy said, looking around, "This is perfect!"

"I went behind the little pool bar, "Beer or soda?" I asked her.

"Water."

"I don't like beer."

I gave her a cold Perrier bottle after opening it, and she walked into the weight machine room.

"What do you think?" I asked and took a slug of beer.

"Amazing, I wish I had this at home."

"Hey, you're welcome to use it. I'm gone most of the day flying, but I'm usually home by late afternoon."

"You'd do that?" She asked.

"Sure, why not?"

"I'll take you up on that for sure."

"Bring your suit, and you can use the hot tub or pool if you want."

After the tour, Mandy thanked me and jogged off to her home. I sort of liked her already, and I hoped she felt the same way about me.

***

I didn't see her again for a few days, but I met her mom early one morning before leaving for the flying club. I was having my coffee when the doorbell chimed. I went and opened the heavy door to find a woman holding a pie and smiling at me.

"Hi, are you Ethan?" She asked.

"Yes, can I help you?"

"I'm Michele. I believe you met my daughter Mandy the other day."

"Oh, right. Nice to meet you."

I couldn't help but notice she'd driven up in an expensive Mercedes convertible.

"I brought you a house warming gift and wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood."

"That's very thoughtful. Come on in and have some coffee with me."

"I'd love to."

I led Michele to the breakfast nook and got a new cup as she put the pie on the counter.

"I hope you like Apple Pie?" She asked as I poured her a cup.

"Love it. Did you make it yourself?"

"I don't cook, but I love to bake. I hope you like it."

"I'm sure I will love it."

I handed her a cup and pointed out the sugar, and told her I had milk if she wanted it.

"Oh no, black is fine."

We sat down across from each other and spent fifteen minutes getting acquainted with small talk. Michelle was a slender woman like her daughter and had dirty blonde hair cut in a pageboy style. The ends of her haircut were tapered down around her face and neck. I noticed that her straight hair looked too good to be true. And I'd have bet she spent a fortune at beauty salons.

Michele had lighter colored hair than Mandy and brown eyes. I noticed that her nails were perfectly manicured and painted. Now I'd seen women like her before, and she had "Trophy Wife" written all over her skintight designer jeans and expensive blouse. I guessed she was in her late 30's and had to admit she did look good!

"Of course, she looked good, or she wouldn't have been able to land a rich man," I was thinking to myself. When we finished our coffee, she smiled and asked.

"Could I have a quick tour of your home? I've wanted to see it for years."

"I have to go pretty soon, but sure."

I gave her a quick tour, and she remarked how much she liked all the furniture I'd bought. I smiled because she kept telling me what good taste I had. I wanted to say to her that I'd hired a pro to fill the house, but I kept it to myself.

At the end of the tour, Michelle was impressed by the workout room.

"I see why Mandy wants to come over here now," She told me, walking around all the machines, "She is a workout nut."

"Your welcome to use them too."

"Oh, how nice! I might take you up on that one of these days."

Time was getting tight, and I told her that I needed to run. She thanked me for the tour, and I thanked her for the pie before she sped off. I wondered how many other nosy neighbors would be coming around as I drove to the flying club for my lesson with Grace.

***

That afternoon when I got home, I did my workout and was a sweaty mess when Mandy showed up at the sliding glass door knocking and holding a little gym bag.

I unlocked it and slid it open, "Hi, what brings you around?"

"I was hoping you could maybe show me how to use your weight machines."

"Sure, what kind of workout do you want?"

"I don't know?"

"Well, as a runner, you don't want to bulk up like me because it would slow you down. How about some general strength training and building up your legs?"

"Sure, sounds good," Mandy answered, "Show me what to do."

Mandy took off her sweat jacket and had on a workout top that was one of those sports bra things women wore to my gyms. She was wearing track warm-up pants and unzipped them at the ankles to pull them over her tennis shoes.

I really liked watching her strip and secretly wished she'd keep going the rest of the way! I watched and thought that she had really nice long legs that would feel good wrapped around me while I fucked her.

I showed her how the machines worked, and I spotted her. I had her do mostly leg work and some upper body strength machines for her arms and tummy. Mandy had a flat stomach that glistened with sweat by the time we were done. I'd worked her pretty hard for the first time, and she was dog tired.

"Wow!" Mandy said, sitting there, "I feel like a wet noodle!"

"You did great for the first time! You can use the shower and take a hot-tub if you want?"

"That sounds great if you don't mind? I did bring my suit along."

"Go ahead. I'll use the shower inside and meet you at the tub."

"Cool!"

I went inside and took a shower, and found my swim trunks. I hadn't found a "No clothing Allowed" sign for the tub yet, so I thought it best just to see how things went. When I got back to the tub, Mandy was already sitting in the swirling water.

"This feels so awesome!" She told me as I went to the fridge for a cold beer.

"Since you don't drink, do you want some water?"

"I didn't say I don't drink," Mandy replied, "I just said I don't like beer."

"How about wine?"

"That would be nice if you have it?

I laughed, "I have enough to float a boat!"

I poured her wine glass full of red and handed it to her as I walked down the steps into the tub. I noticed she was looking me over. Thanks to those pills, I was pretty lean and cut. Something that I could tell she liked.

"Thanks," She smiled and took the wine.

I sat down across from her and took a big drink, "Ah, this is the life!"

"It feels wonderful!"

We chatted about flying and running and other stuff until my beer was gone.

"I suppose I'll get out now."

"Yeah, I'm turning into a wrinkled prune!" Mandy laughed and followed me out.

I handed her a towel from the rack and dried myself off. I got another beer and got my first look at her without much on. She had a tiny little flowered Bikini. One of my favorite types too. The ones with string ties on the bottoms that showed bare skin on the sides. She had a tiny waist that I wanted to put my hands around, but I controlled myself...mostly.

Mandy didn't change and just put her warm-up tracksuit back on. She picked up her gym bag, and I walked her to the sliding door.

Before she stepped out, she turned to me and said, "Thanks so much! I bet I'll be sore tomorrow."

"If you are, you can soak in the tub."

She laughed, "You may never get me out of it!"

Then I did something I probably shouldn't have, but I figured what the hell. We were standing close enough that I just put my arm around her shoulder, pulled her to me, and kissed the hell out of her lips. I think she was so surprised that she didn't even have time to resist it.

It wasn't a long kiss, but I'd let her know I was interested.

"What was that for?" She asked me, stepping back towards the door.

"I'm not sure it just felt like the thing to do. See you tomorrow!" I said, grinning like a fool.

"Uh, sure."

I watched her walk down the lawn to the back gate. A couple of times, she looked back towards the house. Finally, she shrugged her shoulders and disappeared into the woods. I didn't know if she'd be back or not, but I'd let her know I was interested in more than just training with weights.

I had more important things to worry about the next day. Early the following day was my check ride with the F.A.A. examiner to get my private pilot's license.

***

At Salt Lake airport at 8:00 AM, I passed my oral exam with the man! And next came the flying. He put me through my paces, doing the required maneuvers and stalls, etc. When we got back on the ground, he looked over his clipboard he'd been using at all the checked boxes.

"Well, Mr. Lee, congratulations, you're a pilot."

"Thank you, sir," I replied.

"I must say you fly like you've been doing it for years. I couldn't find anything to dock you on."

He signed me off in my logbook, and I flew back to Park City. When I went back into the office, Grace was waiting for me.

"Well, how did you do?" She asked and walked over to me.

"Passed with flying colors!" I beamed a big smile back at her.

"Terrific!" She said, "I knew you would!"

To my surprise, she came over to give me a hug, which I accepted without a thought. She had her arms around my neck, and her big boobs were pushing against my chest. I had my hands on her hips, and without any hesitation, I slid my hands behind her. My well-practiced fingertips pushed on the pressure points on both sides of her lower spine.

I found out just how sensitive she was when instantly, her crotch came forward and smashed against my package. I pushed it against her crotch right before she ripped my hands away and jumped back.

I could see a red tinge showing below the beautiful brown on her face.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!" She yelled at me, "I'm a happily married woman, not some slut you can grope!

I opened my mouth to apologize, and she raised her hand showed me her palm.

"I don't want to hear it, Ethan! You are the most gifted pilot I've ever seen, but if you ever do that again, you can find a new instructor!"

Grace turned around and stomped out the door. I just watched her cute little round ass because I'm like that. I just can't help appreciating the female figure.

***

Grace stomped to her car, pissed off about what had happened. Once inside her car, she sat there and took some deep breaths. Then Grace started her car and drove home. By the time she was there, she'd cooled down enough to realize it hadn't all been Ethan's fault. Grace had never felt anything like it when he pushed on her lower back like he had. She'd just jumped against him and felt his cock grind against her crotch.

It had felt like electricity going from her spine to her crotch. Grace shook her head and unlocked the door. It had been almost three weeks since she'd seen her husband, Hector. Hector was an airline pilot with United, and they only got together one or two weekends per month.

"I need to see Hector bad," She thought and left a message for him to call her when he had time.

***

When I got home, I wondered if Mandy would show up for her workout. Around seven that night, she hadn't, and I figured the day had been a double strike out with the ladies. That was okay with me because you can't win them all.

Instead, I picked up the phone and called Jacobsen. I told him to put together a fair offer for the flight school and present it to Zimmerman. He told me he'd take care of it, and I changed into my suit and planned on taking a hot tub and drinking a few beers.

I grabbed a beer in the kitchen when I noticed from out the kitchen window lights coming up the driveway. A little white sports car pulled up by the front porch steps, and to my surprise, Mandy got out. She was walking stiffly, so I went to meet her at the door.

"Hi," I said when I opened the door, "What brings you by?"

"Jesus, I'm so sore from that workout I feel like I'm 80 years old!"

"I was just about to take a hot tub; you want to join me?"

"I thought you'd never ask!"

Mandy hobbled with me to the hot tub and groaned as she stripped off her warm-ups. She had her bikini on underneath it already and slowly got into the tub. I grabbed a beer and poured a large wine glass full of red for her.

"Here, this will help."

"Thanks!"

This time I sat down next to her but not right up against her. Mandy didn't seem to mind and sipped her wine.

"I got my pilot's license today."

"Really! You'll have to give me a ride."

"Sure, you can be the first person I take up. You want to go tomorrow?"

"I have some plans, but how about the next day?"

"Okay, just tell me when you're free."

"I'll need your phone number to do that."

"Okay, remind me later, and I'll give it to you."

Mandy talked about college coming up, her dip shit boyfriend, and some other stuff while she finished her third glass of wine. I was ahead of her with four beers. I was starting to think about how to get her into my bed. Mandy solved the problem for me.

"My legs feel better, but they are still tight and sore."

"Did you know I'm a licensed Masseur?"

"She looked at me with suspicious eyes, "For real?"

"For real, I used to do it full time at the club," I told her, "I'll give you a massage if you want."

"Okay, but I want another glass of wine first."

"Are you going to be able to drive home?" I asked her.

"I think I can make it a mile and a half."

I had to agree, not to mention we lived in a closed community, so I refilled her glass and got another beer. We got out and dried off. Mandy seemed a little tipsy and didn't groan anymore when she moved. We sat at the pool bar and let our suits dry while we finished our drinks.

I wasn't in a rush, and 20 minutes later, my suit was just damp when I told her to follow me. I led her to my bedroom and found my old bag of massage oils. Not all of it was essential oil. Most were water-based lubricants and dried without leaving a residue. Expensive, but great stuff to use in a variety of ways.

Mandy was just standing next to the bed in her suit, watching me choose a squeeze bottle.

"What's that for?"

"Massage oil, go ahead and lay down on the bed on your tummy."

Mandy giggled but did what I asked and laid by the edge so I could reach her by standing up next to the bed.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"I wondered how long it was going to take you to try and get me in your bed."

"That obvious, am I?"

Mandy laughed, "I bet you don't even know how to massage."

"I guess you are about to find out."

I didn't bother asking and untied the back of her bikini top. I squirted the oil on her back and began to use all my tricks on her. After all, I'd been challenged, and I wasn't going to let that go.

It wasn't long before she was groaning and letting out little moans like she was having sex.

"Jesus, that's incredible!" She told me as I worked up the back of her legs.

I worked all the way up her spine again, hitting those pressure points. I found a couple that really made her moan. I used them off and on, and it wasn't long before she had a little orgasm.

"AHhhhh, OOoohhhhhh!" Mandy yelled out and squirmed her hips around for a few seconds.

"Still think I don't know how to massage?"

"Jesus!" She groaned, "I've never got off from a massage before!" and laughed, "I take back what I said before!"

I pulled the string lose from around her neck so that her top was now free, "Roll over on your back. I still have to do your front."

"Is that all you're going to do?"

Mandy rolled over, and her top stayed behind. She had small tits, but more than a mouthful was a waste to me.

"Don't laugh at my small boobs."

I squirted oil all over them and started to massage them, "They feel just right to me."

I teased her slippery nipples, and she closed her eyes and moaned again. I kept going lower, doing her flat tummy, and then leaned down to kiss her on the lips. She responded and kissed me back as I slipped my hand inside the front of her bikini bottoms until my middle finger slid down her slit.

"Oh, God!" Mandy let out a big breath.

I kissed her again, teasing her clit, and I could tell she was about to go off again. Mandy started humping my finger, so I rubbed her clit harder and faster and made her cum.

While she was under the spell of her orgasm, I untied the sides of her bikini bottoms. I told her to get in the middle of the bed. Still hot from her orgasm, Mandy rolled over to the middle of the bed.

Mandy looked at me with a sparkle in her eyes, "Do you want to fuck me?"

I tossed the bottoms off the bed. Still, in my suit, I got on the bed spreading Mandy's legs apart. I admired her beautiful little pussy with the tiny trimmed bush. I dropped down to get a closer look at it.

"After I give you a tongue massage," I told her, and put my head between her thighs and stuck my tongue in her juicy little slit.

"OH, OH, OOoooooooo!" Mandy moaned as I began the ten steps on her.

She barely made it to the second step before she was groaning and humping my face. Then she had an even bigger orgasm. I told her to get up on her knees doggy style as I yanked my suit off behind her. Mandy got up on her knees, spreading them shoulder-width apart and resting on her forearms, waiting for me.

I'd found out the hard way that with some 18-year-olds, it was best not to let them see what size cock I was about to put in them. One girl had refused even to try when she saw it. Since that had happened, I preferred to let them find out once it was inside them.

I grabbed the bottle of oil, which also served as lube, and used it on my dick. I jacked it to full size as I tongued Mandy's nice-looking anus and vagina. She jumped and squirmed and groaned.

"Ethan, stop teasing me," Mandy complained, "Are you going to fuck me or not?"

I stood up on my knees and slid my slippery hard cock down the crack of her ass and then gripped my shaft, with my thumb behind the swollen head pushed until it popped inside the tight ring of her vagina. I grabbed her by the hips and pushed slowly deeper. Even though it was snug, the lube let me slide 3/4th of the way up her tight little twat.

"AAHHHH, JESUS CHRIST!" Mandy yelled out.

I pulled back and then gave her another slow stroke.

"OH MY GOD!" She screamed again as her little vagina was stretched once again.

I just left it in her, "You want me to stop or keep going?"

"I don't know!" She groaned, "Both!" as she clutched the bedspread with both hands.

I slid back out almost all the way and gave her another stroke. I could feel her resistance lessen to me, and so I did it again.

"Unnhhhhh shit, that hurts and feels good at the same time!"

I kept stroking slowly, and her little pussy was getting more used to my size. I settled into a gentle smooth stroke while she screamed once in a while and moaned constantly. It wasn't long before she yelled loud enough to wake the dead with an orgasm that made her tight vagina pulse around my cock for about five seconds.

I pulled out, and she flopped over on her back, breathing hard as I got between her legs. Her eyes were big around as she watched me guide my dick down to her little pussy.

"Oh my GOD," She whispered when the tip slipped back inside her.

I leaned down over her and kissed her lips. She kissed me back, and then I pushed it smoothly all the way back inside.

"OOoohhhh!"

I put my mouth on hers and began to fuck her like before, as Mandy clutched my back tightly. I was getting faster, and it felt so good after such a long time since I'd had any pussy. She was moaning again, and I felt those long legs of hers finally wrap up around my waist. I felt the heels of her feet begin to bounce on my ass with each stroke, and I felt the last of her tension fade. Her legs spread even wider to let me get the last inch and a half into her.

I slid my right hand under her butt and lifted it a bit so I could slam my dick in and out. She started yelling again.

"I'm going to cum!" I grunted, but Mandy was yelling too loud to hear me.

I let out my own yells and grunts when I came. I hadn't had any pussy since I'd moved to Utah, and it was pure heaven as I shot 6 or 8 long hard streams of semen into her young cunt. On the second blast, Mandy got off again. Her legs were around my waist, squeezing tightly as she humped my throbbing cock, and screamed something I couldn't understand. She kept lifting her pelvis and humping me until I was done shooting my load.

Then Mandy went limp, and her legs fell flat down on the mattress. I stayed inside her juicy pussy, enjoying how hot and slippery it felt. I kissed her lips, and she kissed me back weakly.

"You tried to kill me," She whispered after a while.

"You want a do-over?"

That made her laugh, and each laugh made her vagina flex around my cock.

"I don't think I could take a re-do!"

I was going limp and pulled out and got off the bed. Mandy just lay there, still breathing hard with her eyes closed and her legs apart. Her little nipples still sticking up in hardpoints. I grabbed my phone and took a picture of her swollen little twat and my creampie leaking down the crack of her ass.

Mandy sensed the flash and looked up at me, "Pictures?"

"For my scrapbook, nobody but me will ever see them."

"You take pictures of all the women you fuck?"

"Just the special ones," I told her."

She seemed to like that and relaxed with a smile on her face, "Ethan, I can't even describe how good that was for me. Except for the pain part."

"It won't hurt so much next time."

She sat up, "Who said there was going to be a next time?"

I put my phone down, and she watched me come over and reach out, "Come on, girl, let's take a shower."

Mandy smiled and took my hand and crawled off the bed. We got in the shower and washed each other in between kisses.

As we got out and dried off, Mandy asked me, "Can I stay with you tonight?"

"Sure, but you better tell your mom you won't be home."

"I already told her I was staying with a friend tonight."

I noticed that Mandy wasn't showing any signs of being sore like she had done earlier. I wrapped my towel around my waist, "You had this whole thing planned, didn't you?

Mandy grinned at me and pulled my towel back off, and dropped it on the floor.

"I'll never tell," She said and looked up at me, "Let's go to bed. I need a nap."

We went to bed, and it felt good to have a woman snuggled up to me again. It had been too long since that had happened, and I hoped the dry spell was broken for good.

***

Now that I had my private pilot license, I started right away on my multi-engine and complex aircraft ratings. Grace had cooled off; I mean way cool. But, she was an excellent instructor, and I behaved myself. I began flying 5 hours a day, which was 7-12. Getting up early had never been a problem for me, but Mandy turned out to be a sleepy head. I told her I was leaving in the morning, but she barely acknowledged it. I wasn't too worried about it; my video camera would record anything she did while I was gone.

When I did get back home, her car was gone. She didn't leave a note, so I reviewed what she had been up to while I was gone from the house video cameras. She'd earned some trust with me as I watched her take a shower and leave. I also managed to skip through our little bedroom escapade from the night before. It was an excellent quality video, and I captured a few stills for my scrapbooks.

***

When I returned from that morning of flying, I received good news from Jacobsen that the flying school's purchase had been accepted, and in a week, I would be the new owner. I wondered how Grace would react when she found out that I would be her new boss. Knowing her, I bet she wouldn't like it one bit. She might even quit on me, but time would tell.

***

I was still reading the paper when the doorbell chimed. It was an annoying long series of bongs I'd never liked. I made a mental note to get it replaced as I went to see who was at my door. I was a bit surprised to find Mandy's mom Michele.

"Hi Ethan," She offered with a smile.

"Michele, come on in. What brings you by?"

Michele walked in, and she was wearing a tennis outfit for ladies. A pleated blue skirt with a matching top that was loose and hung down over her boobs. The half-top left her tummy and back bare. I guessed that she was wearing 200 dollar tennis shoes with her little blue half socks. I had to admit she looked fine...real fine!

"I was about to open a beer. Would you like something to drink?"

Michele gave me a big smile, "Sure, if you have some wine."

"That's in stock," I told her and guided her to the living room.

My place had a large living room looking over the back deck through an extended rectangle of sliding glass doors. The living room was also equipped with a built-in wine and beer cooler built-in one wall. Next to it were recessed shelves with wine glasses suspended upside down by their bases.

"Red or White?"

"You chose," She replied and took a seat on one of the big leather sofas.

I poured her a full goblet of Burgundy and an imported beer for myself. I was still wearing a flight suit, which was more like coveralls. It was lightweight for summer, even though it was black. You stepped into them, and a zipper ran from the crotch to neck.

"Were you flying today?" She asked as I handed her the glass.

"I fly every day," I told her and sat down next to her.

Michele took a drink, "Oh, this is good!"

"Glad you like it. Were you playing tennis?"

"Tennis lessons, I have to stay in shape somehow."

She watched me with her wine glass to her lips as I looked her up and down, "It's working. I don't see anything wrong with your shape."

"You're too kind."

"I really like your outfit," I replied, "It looks lovely on you."

"Thank you, are you always this charming?" She asked with a little smirk.

"I don't mind giving a compliment if it's deserving."

Michelle smiled and took another drink of her wine and looked out the bay windows at the woods beyond.

"So, is this a social call, or did you have something on your mind?"

"Oh, that's right. Mandy wanted me to tell you that she'd miss her workouts with you this week."

"Something wrong?"

"No, her Grandparents wanted her to come to visit for the week and sent her an airline ticket."

"Okay, thanks for letting me know."

"Truth be told, I get a bit bored and wanted to get to know you a bit better. I hope you don't mind me bothering you."

"No trouble at all Michelle, I enjoy the company of a beautiful woman."

Michelle laughed, "You're such a flirt! But, I appreciate you trying to make an old woman feel good."

I got up and went for another beer, "Would you like a refill?"

"No, I'm fine."

I felt like her eyes were on me as I turned my back and walked over to *********** a different brand of beer. I came back and sat down as she got up.

Michelle walked over to the big rectangle of the sliding glass doors and looked out at the woods.

"You have such a beautiful view from here." She remarked.

I was enjoying the view as well. Michelle really did look good in her outfit. Beautiful bare thighs and well-shaped calves on her bare legs below her short tennis skirt. Not to mention what appeared to be two perfect sized breasts stretching the front of her top. So good that I wanted to see what she looked like without her outfit. Maybe the pills were doing it, but anymore when I saw a good looking woman, I wanted to fuck them.

I sat my beer down and walked up behind her. I put my arms around her bare middle and pulled her against me. It startled her as I whispered, "You certainly make a beautiful view too!"

She turned her head to me, "You realize I'm a married woman, don't you?"

She didn't try to pull my hands away, which was encouraging.

"I won't hold it against you. Nobody's perfect."

Michelle laughed and spun around to face me with her wine glass in one hand. I still had my hands around her bare waist.

"Ethan, I'm old enough to be your mother."

My fingertips slid towards the base of her spine. I thought if she was as sensitive as Mandy, it might work out.

I reverted to the thing I do in situations like this when I don't know what to say. I kissed Michelle on the lips, and it wasn't just a peck. She didn't pull away, either. I found those two little pressure points and pushed on them.

She jumped and jammed her crotch against mine. I slid my hands down to her ass and squeezed her butt cheeks as my tongue went in her mouth. I let her get a good feel of my package that was starting to harden.

She finally pushed me away and looked shocked at me. Then turned into mad as hell!

"Do you always come on that strong?"

"I do when I want something," I told her, "And right now, I want you."

"And I'm just supposed to jump in your bed?"

"You said you were bored."

The angry look ran away from her face and was replaced with laughter. I wasn't sure what was going to happen next. See, you never can tell when you are dealing with women. It was times like this when I can't figure out what is going on in their heads.

~~~

Michelle drained the last of her wine and set the goblet down on the coffee table. She started walking over to me.

"Well, you certainly aren't boring, Ethan," She said, looking into my eyes.

"Even if I wanted to cheat on Robert, you're not exactly my type."

I was curious and asked, "What exactly is your type?"

"Maybe I'll tell you someday," She replied.

Then she gave me a peck on the lips and turned and started walking towards the front door. I followed her, really wanting to know what made her tick. After Mandy's little trick, I wasn't sure what Michelle's game was.

"You could at least give me a hint," I said as she opened the front door.

She stopped and looked back at me, "Rich, powerful, and won't take no for an answer. See you around, Ethan."

The door closed behind her, and I had to get a beer and think about what she'd just told me. I have to admit she was just as strange as Mandy. I was starting to think maybe all the rich folks around the neighborhood were nutty in their own ways?

I decided to sleep on it, and I think it was always on my mind for the next two days. I put it aside the next day when, to my surprise, the sale of the Flight School had been closed early. Instead of going home after 5 hours of instruction with Grace, I checked out my new office.

***

My new private office was not in the school building. It was in a giant hangar that was also part of the deal. At the back of the hangar were metal steps going up to a deck and front door of what looked like a full-sized trailer house attached to the ceiling. I unlocked the door with a ring of keys that the real estate agent had given me. I went in and flipped on the lights.

There was a wooden desk facing the door, and I walked over to find all the drawers sticking out and empty. It had crappy green Astroturf style carpeting and ugly cheap paneling on the walls. I walked down a small hallway and found a bedroom, another office with filing cabinets, and a bathroom with a shower.

I walked back to the desk, sat down, and put my feet up after shutting all the drawers. All along one wall was a myriad of "First solo" T-shirt cutouts hanging that looked old and dusty. What caught my attention was half a dozen bras—some with panties and signatures on them. I sat back in the creaky old chair with my hands on my head, wondering what stories were behind them?

I was sitting there pondering what had made ladies compelled to give their underwear after their first solo when I heard the sound of someone coming up the metal stairs. I waited, wondering who might come in.

Grace walked in and looked at me, "What the hell are you doing in here?"

"I could ask you the same question."

"I saw the door open and wondered if the new owner had shown up. I wanted to see who I work for now."

I smiled, "You're looking at him."

"What?"

"I bought the place lock, stock, and barrel. You work for me now, but don't worry, I won't cut your wages or anything."

Grace just stood there, trying to figure out if I was lying to her.

Finally, she replied, "Don't expect me to call you Sir from now on."

"Okay, you can call me Ethan or baby if you want?"

"I'll stick to Ethan."

I pointed up at the old yellowed line of clothing, "Okay, as your new boss, I'd like you to explain why there are women's underwear up on the wall?

Grace looked up at all the dusty old stuff hanging on the wall.

"Zimmerman was a dirty old man. I guess some of his students gave more than others."

I laughed, "Did any of those belong to you?"

"Don't be disgusting!"

"Don't worry. I'm going to have this whole office remodeled."

"You really bought the place?"

I held up the big key ring so she could see it.

"Unbelievable," She mumbled.

"You'll get used to it, Grace," I told her, getting up, "But don't be surprised if I start making some changes and hiring some other instructors."

"Don't you need some more students first?"

"Sure, but I think we're going to branch out and try doing some commercial hauling of freight or passengers."

"You don't have any aircraft for that."

"You leave that to me," I told her, "You might want to brush up on your charter flight regs. That is if you're interested."

"I'm interested. I didn't become a pilot to sit in an office playing secretary."

"Good, now let's get out of this dump. It stinks in here."

"It smells like that dirty old man," Grace replied, "You ought to demolish this place."

"I plan on it."

We said goodbye when her next student showed up. I made some calls to Jacobsen before heading home. Like always, he said he'd take care of the new things I had in mind.

I was still attracted to Grace. As I watched her walk away, I imagined zipping down her flight suit like a kid opening a present on Christmas morning! I made a mental note to figure out just how I would get past the roadblocks she kept giving me. So far, I was coming up with zero, but I don't give up that easily.

***

I hadn't seen Michelle for a while and wondered if she was gone for good. Between my strikeout with her and Mandy being gone, it had been several days, and I considered cutting back on my pills because I had no outlet. My balls felt heavy and needing to be emptied. And it was starting to affect me as I kept fantasizing about Grace when we were flying together.

She caught me undressing her with my eyes a couple of times. I could tell it pissed her off, and finally, she'd had enough.

I was glancing over at Grace, watching the instruments, and appreciating the curves of her breasts. They were pushing out the front of her flight suit. I was wondering what her nipples looked like and how they would taste.

Her head suddenly turned like she could feel my eyes on her, "You need to concentrate on flying the plane instead of looking at me!"

"I can't help it," I replied, "I'm an admirer of fine art."

"Save it, flyboy," She almost growled, "Whatever it is you're dreaming about is never going to happen!"

"Is that any way to talk to your boss?"

Grace shook her head, "I still can't believe it!"

"You'll get used to it."

"I doubt it."

I reeled in my lust and went back to flying a complicated set of maneuvers; she started barking out at me. It all ended well, and I did everything she asked for without a mistake. When we tied the aircraft down and walked back to the hangar, she was shaking her head.

"What's wrong with you now?" I asked.

Grace stopped and turned to me, "That was some amazing flying you just did."

"Thanks, so what's the problem?"

"Ethan, You have so much skill, but you could be even better if you'd really focus on flying instead of me."

"I'll work on it. It's not my fault you are so beautiful."

Grace turned and started walking towards the school, "You never give up, do you?"

"You should see my other skills," I called after her."

Grace just kept shaking her head and waved her hand back at me, "Shut it, Boss!"

I laughed and went to see how the remodeling was going. A huge crew had shown up and gutted the old hangar office in one day. They were already hard at work, building the new one. Satisfied that things were moving along, I headed home and did a workout, and took a cold shower to try and forget about Grace. It helped, but I knew I'd never be satisfied until I fucked her at least once. I guess that's what dreams are made of. At least for me, they were.

***

Later that day, I was in shorts and a muscle shirt checking my emails on my laptop on the kitchen counter. One that didn't help my condition was from Joann. She'd sent me before and after pictures of her and Zia's breast implants. Whoever Jacobsen had found to do the surgery must have been related to Rembrandt!

Their new boobs were incredible! Perfect size and shape to match their already gorgeous looks. I wondered if their nipples had been modified because they looked a bit larger around and protruded like someone had been sucking on them for 15 minutes! It certainly didn't help how horny I was feeling. So, after a quick reply and praise, I shut my laptop as that damn doorbell began its sad song.

I was thinking about how I really needed to get it replaced as I opened the door to find Michelle smiling at me. I'd pretty much decided I'd scared her off, but there she was in another knock-out outfit.

"Hi, can you spare a glass of wine for a tired shopper?" She asked me.

"Sure, come on in. I was just about to grab a beer."

She followed me to the kitchen, and I poured her a large goblet of Red and grabbed myself a beer. I sat down in the breakfast nook, which resembled a booth you might find in any restaurant. It was a small rectangular table with a marble top, and the booth seats were plush and done in some kind of expensive leather.

Michelle stood there and took a big drink of wine. Then sat her glass on the center island, "So what do you think?" as she modeled her new outfit.

I sat facing her on one of the bench seats and looked as she grinned and spun around for me.

First of all, it looked expensive. A black pleated skirt that was about an inch above the knees: Michelle's short sleeve blouse seemed to be made out of silk and the color of sterling silver with black buttons down the front. It was form-fitting enough to accent her breasts, and I wondered if she had invested in implants because they looked to be perfect size and shape as well. Even her simple little shoes with low heels were the same color of silver.

"Very beautiful," I told her and toasted her with my beer, "Must have cost a fortune?"

She laughed, "It did, but we can afford it. Can I use your mirror?"

"Bathroom has a full-length one down the hall."

"Oh, great!"

Michelle went down to find the mirror and admire herself. I tried to figure her out. I would have thought that she'd never come back again but, here she was, like nothing had happened. I thought about what she'd told me was her type. And then it hit me. I'd had a client like her once when I was still giving massages. The woman liked being forced just short of all-out rape. I guess she got turned on by an Alpha type male personality. I started to wonder if Michelle was the same.

I wasn't sure why some women liked it sort of rough. Maybe it made them feel less guilty about cheating on their husbands?

I thought about trying it with Michelle, but things could get real ugly fast! I was still contemplating the risk vs. rewards when she came back in, grabbed her wine glass, and sat down across from me on the other bench seat.

"Want a refill?" I asked and headed for another beer.

"No, I'm good."

I grabbed another beer and came back. Michelle was looking up and down my body as I walked around.

She drained her glass and said, "You look cute in your workout gear."

"That doesn't sound very masculine," I told her and sat down.

Michelle smiled at me, "Oh, your definitely masculine looking," She replied, "If only you knew how to use it."

I frowned at her, "I'm not sure if that is a compliment or insult?"

Michelle stood up and put her wine glass on the kitchen counter, "A little of both, I guess. You'll figure it out someday."

"Well, thanks for the wine," She added, "I'll see you around sometime."

She glanced at my eyes for a few seconds like she wanted me to convince her to stay. Or maybe that I just didn't understand what she wanted from me? I didn't say anything, and she turned to go. In the next few seconds, I had to decide to let her go or stop her. I wasn't sure, but I decided to take the risk and see if I was reading her right.

Quick as a cat, I caught up to her. She didn't hear me in my bare feet, but when I grabbed her by a handful of her thick hair and turned her around to face me, her eyes were big around. I pulled her hair down and forced her face up. I kissed the hell out of her lips and pushed her back against the refrigerator.

Michelle put up a bit of a struggle twisting her head free of my lips as I kept pushing her hard against the stainless steel door.

"I don't appreciate being man-handled!" She gasped out loud, "Let go of me!"

I knew I was in big trouble if I had guessed wrong about her! But what was done was done, and I kept going.

I turned her head to me by the hair and looked her in the eyes, "I think that's exactly what you appreciate. And you're not going anywhere until I say so."

I felt her body relax a bit as she looked back at me for a second or two. Her expression went from hate to just a hint of a smile.

"Ethan, you might be smarter than I thought."

That was the only confirmation I needed. I felt relieved now that I knew what the game was. Michelle was one of those few women that liked sex on the rough side. I was feeling so horny that playing along wouldn't be any problem at all. I could give her what she wanted, but I wasn't one to hurt a woman even if that's what they wanted.

I guided her back to the breakfast booth with my left hand holding tightly to the back of her head by the hair.

"Ouch," Michelle said when I pushed her butt up against the end of the table. Blocking her escape with my body.

I grabbed her left boob and squeezed it reasonably hard as I forced another kiss on her lips. She didn't struggle as much as the first time. I'd found her nipple through her top and bra, and it definitely was a hard bump through her clothes.

Holding her still by the hair, I looked her in the eyes, "Take your blouse off."

"And if I don't?"

I grabbed the front of it by the top button, "Then I'm going to rip it off you!"

"Well?"

Michelle began undoing her buttons hurriedly and all the time, giving me a dirty look. I had to admit she was pretty convincing. When her blouse was open, she pulled it out of her skirt and shrugged out of it. I kept a tight hold of her hair. I grabbed it and tossed it on the bench seat.

"Now the bra," I told her.

Michelle started to unfasten the front of her lacy black bra, "What are you going to do to me?"

"Whatever I want!" I told her and jerked her hair a bit to reinforce what I meant.

She tossed her bra on top of the shirt. I kissed her again and played with a beautiful hard nipple for a bit before cupping a firm breast and moving my head down to suck it. I kept a hand in her hair the whole time, and she really couldn't stop me. Her nipples were rock hard, and I would have bet my life that her pussy was getting nice and wet.

"Turn around and face the window."

Michelle really didn't have many choices as I yanked her around just hard enough to remind her who was in charge. She didn't complain, and I really didn't want to hurt her. After all, this was a big game.

With a tug on her hair, I told her, "Drop the skirt and panties."

"You'll never get away with this," She grumbled as she unzipped her skirt and let it drop around her shiny shoes.

"Maybe not, but you're going to get fucked anyway!"

"Oh, my God!" Michele replied and dropped her skirt.

The game was in full effect, and I have to admit I was enjoying it. I still had a little doubt it was a game, but it was too late to stop now.

Michelle peeled her tiny black panties down to her knees, and I had to push her head down so she could pull them over her shoes. Step out and hand them to me.

She retrieved them, and I grabbed them from her, "Are you going to save them like some pervert?"

I yanked her around, facing the windows again. If I'd had any neighbors close by, they would have been able to see Michelle standing topless in the bay windows. I tossed the skirt on the pile of her clothes but kept the panties.

"Hands behind at the small of your back...now!"

Michelle complied reluctantly.

"Facedown on the table," I commanded.

I grabbed both of her wrists with one hand and held them while she went face down on the marble top. I took her panties, and stuck her hand through one of the leg holes, then twisted it around three times like you would wrap a rubber band around a newspaper. Then I did her other wrist, and she was handcuffed together by her panties.

It wouldn't hold her if she really wanted to pull free, but it was good enough for this game. I made a mental note to get some proper equipment if there was a next time. In the meantime, I slapped her nice round, bare ass, and she let out a yip.

Quickly I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped my shorts and boxers. My dick jumped out and got hard like a coiled spring being released.

I pushed her feet apart with mine, "Spread your legs!"

"What are you going to do to me?"

"I told you already; fuck your rich pussy!"

"Oh, Jesus!"

When her feet were shoulder-width apart, I kept my left palm on the small of her back, ran my right hand down the crack of her ass, and grabbed her pussy. It was warm and soft, and my middle finger slid down, splitting her folds. Michelle was already damp and let out a moan as I began to rub her clit.

I slid my thumb into her vagina, and she let out another moan and said, "Wait till my husband finds out!"

Her pussy felt wet enough to me, and I got behind her and rubbed the head of my cock in her slit to get it lubed.

"You can tell him how much you liked it."

"Big talk!"

I put my dick head to her opening and pushed all the way inside her in one smooth stroke.

"AH, AHHH, OOOOHhhh, GOD!" Michelle cried out as I filled her creamy cunt with hard dick.

"We'll see about that baby," I told her and started to give her a nice long fucking.

I have to admit that Michelle had a sweet twat. Warm and wet and an excellent snug fit around my cock. It had been a while, and that made it feel even better as she moaned and groaned to my thrust. I don't think she'd ever tried one my size before because the last two inches before I was balls deep made her really cry out.

I enjoyed looking out the window at the landscape while holding on to Michelle's waist. I really enjoyed feeling my cock moving back and forth in her slippery cunt.

Michelle, with her arms tied behind her back, was bent over, lying on the tabletop. With her face to the side and moaning and groaning as I fucked her. After a while, I decided to get her off and put my thumbs on her pressure points, and used the skills I'd learned.

It seemed to send her into overdrive, so I fucked her faster. The kitchen echoed her yells and the smacking sounds of my body slapping into her nice firm ass. It didn't take long before she got off.

"AH GOD! Unh, Unh, Unhhhhh, AHhhhhhhhhh!" Michelle screeched, and I felt her pussy tighten up around my dick and start to pulse with her orgasm.

I just held still all the way inside her and enjoyed it until she caught her breath again. Then I pulled out and stood Michelle up to her feet. I turned her around, kissed her deeply, and she returned it with a lot of passion.

"Get on your knees," I told her, and she quickly sunk to her knees in front of me.

My cock was all creamy with her juice as I put the tip to her mouth, "Suck it."

Michelle opened her mouth and took my cock. She sat there in front of me with her arms tied behind her and started sucking. Her beautiful tits were thrust out front and jiggled slightly as I grabbed her head and started fucking her warm wet mouth.

All she could do was mumble with her mouth full of cock. At last, I let her head free, and she pulled off to catch her breath. She looked up at me, saliva dripping off her chin.

"You had your fun; can I go now?"

I pulled her back up to her feet. I backed her up to the table again as she kept looking at me for an answer. I put my hands under her armpits and sat her on the table in front of me. I rubbed her nice hard nipples with my thumbs.

"Are you going to let me go now?" She asked again.

"You're not leaving until I fill you with cum."

"OH MY GOD!" She replied as I got in the booth, "Lay back."

I helped her lay back so she wouldn't smack her head on the table. I grabbed one of the little pillows from the cushions and put it under her head. With her arms still tied, she had no choice but to put her palms flat on the table under her butt. That lifted her crotch, and I liked what I saw.

I squeezed back out of the booth and lifted one leg and then the other. Putting a little foot on each bench seat. I liked the way she was spread wide open. The lovely triangle of her pubes and her pussy lips swollen and waiting for me. That's when I decided to go down on her and give her the 10 steps just to be ornery.

I spread her swollen pussy lips with both thumbs and gave her hot little clit a few licks.

"Unnhhhhh!"

By the time I got to step two, she had another orgasm and was bucking her pelvis up and down as she came for me. I was going to keep going, but my dick wanted back inside her again. I lined it up and pushed. Michelle was so wet that the penetration was smooth as glass.

"Ahhhhhh!"

I adjusted her by pulling her butt to the edge of the table, just a bit over so I could get all the way inside her hot juicy snatch.

In just a few strokes, I think she forgot the game.

"Yes, Ethan, Oh, OH, Yeah, fuck me, baby!"

I could feel I wouldn't last much longer, as I had several days' worth of cum to give her. I got faster and harder, which only made her moan and yell even louder.

"Given it to me, baby!" She panted, "OH, OH, OH, Fuck me! Oh yea, Oh, Oh, Give it to me...CUM in my hot pussy!"

I let out a growl and exploded all the way up in her juicy cunt. By the third big blast of cum in her, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist as I leaned down over her, still pumping and cumming. Michelle was yelling something about how she could feel me cumming in her. All I could feel was relief as I unloaded in her.

When it was over, and my cock just throbbed, she dropped her legs back down, breathing hard like she'd run a marathon. I pulled out and wiped off my cock on her pussy lips. I milked the last of my cum out and let it drop down on her clit.

I walked over to the kitchen counter and grabbed my phone. Michelle had started to recover, and she had a huge creampie leaking out and running down the crack of her butt. I took a few pictures as she glared at me.

"Do you always take photos of your conquest?"

"Books full of them, it's a hobby of mine."

Michelle just shook her head and tried to sit up. I helped her off the table and went to untie her. All the excitement had made it a mess, and her panties were stretched out so bad they were ruined. I had to cut them off her wrist with scissors from the kitchen drawer.

"Can I leave now?"

"Nope," I told her and grabbed her hand, "How about a shower first."

Michelle smiled, "I need one; your cum is running down my leg."

I laughed, "Such a waste."

Michelle gave me a little smile, "I know."

There is something about taking a shower with a woman after sex that just feels so good. Getting clean with wet, slick bodies washing each other. More often than not, it leads to more sex. Not this time, although it was close.

She was holding my dick and looking into my eyes, "You didn't tell me you were loaded for bear."

"I'm not," I replied, "I'm loaded for beaver."

Michelle laughed, "I might know where you can find one."

We kissed again, but I wasn't ready to start up again.

We had dropped the game completely, and we ended up laughing and kissing a lot. After cleaning up the table, I was sitting in the kitchen, drinking a beer, when she finally came out of the bathroom, looking like a million bucks again.

Michelle was all smiles and told me she needed to get home and figure out supper. We kissed like new lovers do, and she left me to my own devices. That turned out to be a tasty grilled burger washed down with beer.

***

About 8 pm, my doorbell chimed, and I went to see who the hell it was this time. It turned out to be Michelle, and this time she was wearing sweat pants and a zippered sweat top. I let her in and got her a glass of wine as we sat down on the sofa.

After some small talk, I began to wonder about what story she made up for her husband to get her out of the house.

"Did Robert let you out on the loose?" I kidded.

"Sort of."

"What do you mean?"

"He called around supper time and said he'd be working late on some project."

"Business?"

Michelle moved over next to me, "No, he's probably screwing his secretary or some other bimbo."

I wasn't sure what to say as she downed more wine.

"You put up with that?" I asked, "Why don't you divorce him?"

Michelle looked at me like I'd gone daft in the head.

"Give up my house, my lifestyle, and move Mandy and me into some tiny apartment?"

"I hadn't thought of that," I replied.

Michelle gave me a sly smirk, "He can play his little games, and I'll play mine."

I laughed, "I like your little games."

"Me too. I'm glad you figured it out."

"I didn't want to go to jail for rape."

Michelle laughed, "You can't rape the willing!"

"I'll make a note."

Michelle laughed some more, sat her wine glass on the coffee table, and then put her arms around my neck and kissed me. It was a long and hot kiss that made blood rush to my crotch.

She snuggled up to me after the kiss, and I put my arm around her. She put her hand on my crotch and started to squeeze and tease my dick through my gym shorts. I didn't mind, and a tent started growing to her delight.

"I came over here with a new game in mind."

"Really? What's it called?"

Michelle stood up and unzipped her sweat jacket and revealed she was bare underneath. Michelle went down on her knees on the floor next to me and started pulling my shorts down.

"It's called suck my neighbor's cock."

I laughed as she pulled my shorts off, "I like the sound of that game!"

I let her get between my legs as she grabbed my cock and started stroking it to full size. She was looking at it and smiling.

"Has anyone ever told you what a big beautiful cock you have?" holding my shaft, she pulled it towards her and kissed the tip.

"Once or twice, maybe."

Michelle laughed, "I bet you've heard it a lot more than that!"

"I plead the 5th."

Then she got busy sucking my dick, and well...I just watched her and enjoyed it. My phone was lying on the sofa next to me, so I picked it up and aimed it at her.

She pulled my cock out of her mouth and smiled at me, "You sure like your photos, don't you?"

I snapped a photo of Michelle holding the tip of my cock in front of her lips, "I love the subject too!"

Michelle didn't say anything and went back to blowing me. I took my shirt off and let her do whatever she wanted. The woman looked great with her hard nipples standing out front while stroking my dick. She had her eyes closed and her mouth stuffed with the end of my cock. The woman sure seemed to be enjoying it too. Almost as much as I was!

Michelle stopped after a while, stood up, and kicked off her sneakers before pulling down her sweat pants. She was naked underneath, and damn she had a body! Once she was naked, she came over and pushed my legs back together so she could crawl up on my lap, facing me.

"Just thinking about feeling your dick inside me again gets me wet!" She told me and lifted my dick and aimed it up between her legs. Michelle got it started, and she hadn't lied as she slid down all the way to my balls.

"Oh, My God, that feels so good!" She moaned and started to hump me while I played with her boobs and enjoyed how warm and wet her pussy felt sliding up and down my cock.

That was one of my favorite ways to do it. Lying back on the sofa and letting the woman do the work. I could play with her tits, rub her clit, and pull her down on top of me and drive it home when I was getting off. That's what happened this time.

Ear to ear with her head next to mine as I grabbed her ass and thrust hard and fast, getting ready to shoot my wad. Her nice warm tits pressed against my chest tightly.

"Oh, baby!" Michelle moaned in my ear, "Oh, fuck me just like that!"

"I'm going to cum!" I grunted.

Her hips started meeting my upwards thrust with her own, "Do it!"

I slapped her ass cheeks hard with both hands, and my dick did the rest. Ejaculating in hard spurts inside her baby tunnel.

"OH! OH, SHIT!" Michelle cried out when she felt it, "AHhhhhhh, FUCK YES!" She yelled, slamming her pussy down on my spurting dick with her own orgasm.

Then she sat straight up on me and ground her hips with me all the way in her. I was still throbbing and shooting my load and groaning on my own. She reached behind her and tickled my balls, which made me jump and almost toss her off me. To her credit, she held on, riding the pony and loving it!

I reached up to pinch both of her nipples at the same time. Michelle yelped while her pussy squeezed the fuck out of my dick. She kept grinding her pussy on me and moaning until I was done.

Michelle looked down at me, "It feels so good when you cum!"

I laughed, "You make love pretty good for an amateur."

"What?" She replied and pinched my nipples hard.

"OUCH!" I yelled, "What the fuck?"

"You did it to me!"

"Yeah, I guess I did," I told her, "Next time, I'll pinch your ass."

She leaned down and kissed my lips, "I might like that."

"I'll make a note."

"With what?"

I pointed my index finger to my temple, "In here."

Michelle acted like she was going to pinch my nipples again.

"Don't."

"Or what?" She asked, looking down at me with my cock wilting inside her.

"Your ass looks like it would be nice and tight."

Michelle laughed and got off me, "That's never going to happen!" and headed down the hall to the bathroom. I made a mental note to prove her wrong. It was one of her hidden hints to me.

I sat up and drained my warm beer. Then I followed and joined Michelle in the shower. There was no doubt in my mind, Michelle and I were going to have many fun times ahead.

***

I didn't see her for the rest of the week, but that was okay. I went and picked up my new toy. After an hour of instruction, they signed me off to fly it back home. It was a Beechcraft Super King Air. A large two-engine turboprop.

It could carry 11 passengers or over 5000 pounds of cargo and cruise at a little over 300 knots. It was used but in pristine condition and would be the first aircraft in my little commercial adventure. I won't even say how much it cost but don't worry about it. I could afford it and a few more without making a dent in my net worth.

Flying it was like driving a Cadillac! It was so sweet, and I named her Sally. Once I had her back in my hangar, the only thing I needed was to figure out how to get some paying customers for freight or VIP service.

After landing, I was sitting in my remodeled office, thinking about that, when I heard feet running up the metal stairs. Grace burst in the door like she owned the place.

"What's that King Air doing out front?"

"Don't you know how to knock?" I asked her, with my feet still up on the desk.

"Sorry," She replied, "What's that Super King Air doing?"

"Boss, you mean?"

"Yeah, whatever," Grace replied, "Are you going to tell me or not?"

I got up, "Well if you must know, I bought it and flew it back last night."

"No Way!"

"Yep, It's all mine. And if you learn to mind your manners, you can fly her."

Grace licked her lips, "Really? I've always wanted to fly one of those."

"I can check you out in it."

"How?"

"I got checked out when I picked it up."

"Really?"

"Yes, and I owe it all to you."

"Let's go flying, boss!"

I smiled because that was the first time she'd ever acknowledged I was her boss. I still had hopes of scoring with her someday, but she sure was making it complicated.

"Okay, go run the preflight checklist on Sally that's in the front seat."

"You named her Sally?"

"Yeah, and she's a sweet ride!"

"On it!" and she ran down the stairs as I watched Grace's nice ass and dreamed.

Suffice it to say that Grace fell in love with Sally just like I had. She had a genuinely beautiful smile on her face the whole time she put the old girl through her paces.

***

Things seemed to be going pretty well for me until that night. I got a call from Skylar, which I was glad for, but in the end, it all went sideways! I watched some TV, and my cell phone rang, and I saw it was from my Sis. I hadn't seen her for three months and really missed her.

"Hey, Sky, what's up!"

"Ethan, how are you doing in that mansion of yours?"

"Great!, what's new with you? How's Colorado?"

"Oh, it's beautiful! I just love it out here!

We got caught up on things, and she was happy to hear about the flying school.

"You'll have to fly out and see us!"

"You know that's not a bad idea."

"Kevin wants to show you the club too. It's doing really well, and I started working there just for something to do."

"Really, what are you doing?"

"Oh whatever, running the front desk or making some special appointments...you know?"

"I thought you hated the club idea."

"It's okay, once you get used to it. Besides, I can keep an eye on Kevin and make sure he's behaving himself."

I laughed, "I'm sure he likes that."

"He's been keeping his promise to stay out of the massage booths."

"That's good. What else is new?"

"Well, I do have some news, and I hope it doesn't upset you."

Alarm bells started going off in my head, but I kept it together, "Okay, what is it?"

Skylar dropped a bomb, "I'm pregnant."

I didn't know what to say and remained silent, letting it sink in.

"Ethan, you still there?" and that got me out of my trance.

"Yeah, sorry," I replied with a steady voice, "I'm just kind of shocked, is all."

"Me too. I guess I'm one of that 1% who had their birth control fail."

"How do you feel about it?"

"I was freaked out at first, but now I'm really excited, and so is Kevin about being a dad."

I'd known that someday that Skylar would probably have kids, but I hadn't expected it to happen so soon. It was just another reminder that Sky was gone out from my life forever. I did my best not to ruin it by showing how I was really feeling.

"Well, congratulations to both of you! How far along are you?"

"Thanks, they said around two months. We are already fixing up a bedroom for her."

"Her?"

"Well, it's too soon to tell, but that's what I'm hoping for."

"Hey, that's great, Sky," I replied and tried to sound supportive, "Got names picked out yet?"

"No, that's going to take some time.

"Let me know what you come up with?"

"Okay, hey, I need to go, but I was so excited I just had to tell you!"

"That's great news, Sis, and I hope it goes well for you!"

"Thanks, I love you!"

"Love you too."

I sat the phone down and sat there for a while, trying to wrap my mind around it. It was the last thing I'd expected Skylar to tell me, and I started feeling sorry for myself. I headed for a beer and a walk around the back yard.

***

For several days, I was depressed. But I started to get used to the idea of Skylar having a baby. It helped knowing I was going to be an Uncle one of these days. I also wondered why Michelle hadn't stopped by to see me again. I figured maybe she'd changed her mind about cheating on her husband, or she was busy doing rich girl things.

After a full day of flying my new toy with Grace, I got home to find a big package on my doorstep. I took it inside and looked at the return address. It only said from some company called Toys Be Us, not Toys R Us.

I grabbed a knife from the butcher block in the kitchen and wondering why a box of toys would have been sent to me. When I opened the box, I found, much to my surprise, toys. Not your everyday toys for kids but toys for adults!

All the packages were labeled "For Novelty Use Only." I found two pairs of what looked like fuzzy handcuffs, but they had Velcro wrappings instead of metal rings. They were connected by nylon rope and called "Safety Restraints."

I dug deeper and pulled out what looked like suction cups, which had a soft bulb attached like a blood pressure machine. The package was called "Nipple Therapy Devices."

I also found something called a "Butt Plug" and a couple of good-sized vibrating dildos that looked almost like real cocks down to the simulated skin and veins. A strange thing called a "Ball Gag," which had a red rubber ball attached to a big strap. The picture on the package explained how it worked. Topping it all off were some blind-folds that had a velcro strap to keep them on.

I had a good guess as to who had sent it but no proof. I couldn't find anything but a gift receipt. I had no evidence, but I guessed that Michelle was into these kinky things and sent me a hint. I had to smile and put the box in my bedroom for future use.

When I went through my mail, I found a formal looking card and opened it to find I'd been invited to a formal neighborhood dinner at some fancy golf club called "The Highlands." It was being sponsored by the local Home Owners Association I now belonged to. It would be on Sunday evening, and I decided to meet some of my rich neighbors. I was not looking forward to it, but I wanted to get an idea of what these people living around me were like.

***

Saturday, after I got home from flying, I did my workout, took a shower, and soaked in the hot tub for a while. It was starting to look like a dull evening without any female company, so I put on my jeans, hiking boots and decided to take a walk through the woods around 4:30.

I enjoyed the woods and was deep in thought when a girl came jogging around the corner, and we recognized each other.

"Ethan!" Mandy yelled and ran up to me with her arms around my neck; she jumped up and put her legs around my waist. She was light enough that it was comfortable to hold her up by her nice little ass.

"Did you miss me?"

"You know it."

We kissed for a bit, and then I let her slide down, "When did you get back?"

"Around noon, did mom tell you where I went?"

"Yes, she stopped by and told me."

"Oh good, I didn't want you to be mad I didn't show up. It was a last-minute thing."

"No worries, you want to stop by later?"

Mandy frowned, "I'd love to, but I have to go to some celebration dinner with my folks."

"What are they celebrating?"

"I don't know they wouldn't tell me. It's supposed to be some kind of surprise or something."

I must have looked disappointed to her because she added, "I'll come over tomorrow, I promise."

"Okay, I'll have to wait then."

I was sort of out of it because of Skylar, and she must have thought I was miffed at her.

"You really did miss me, didn't you?" She asked with her arms still around my neck.

"More than you know."

"I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you, I promise!"

"I can wait," I told her.

She kissed me again, "It doesn't sound like you can?"

I gave my best laugh, "I guess I'll have to, but I'll live."

She took my hand, "Come on, I have an Idea," and started pulling me down the trail.

"Where we going?"

"Come on."

Mandy led me off an overgrown side trail and down a little hill that took us out of view of the main path. I was starting to perk up because I hoped it was going to end up with sex. That always improved my spirits!

20 yards more, there was a little space from where a few trees had been cut. There were a couple of flat stumps, and my hopes improved because it was secluded. Mandy sat down on a big flat stump sticking up a couple of feet high from the ground. I sat down next to her, and we started kissing.

After a bit, she reached over to my crotch, and with a grin in her eyes, she started unzipping my jeans. Things were looking better and better as she reached inside the flap of my boxers and pulled my dick out to the world.

"Are we going to do it here?" I asked.

Mandy grinned as she started to stroke my cock even though it was getting hard on its own.

"The way you make me yell, the whole world would show up," She told me, "But I'll give you a preview of tomorrow.

Mandy got off her stump and crawled between my legs. Then her mouth found the end of my cock that was more than ready. She kissed the head as I leaned back on my hands and watched her. It was the first time she really got a good look at what I'd impaled her little pussy with.

"No wonder it hurt so much," She mused, stroking and looking at it.

"Sorry!"

"Don't be; it felt wonderful at the same time."

She swirled her tongue around the head a few times and then sucked it into her mouth. I let out a soft moan and closed my eyes as she went to work on me. Just like her mom, the girl was a pretty damn good cock sucker!

With that thought, I almost let out a little laugh but held it in. I had to give Mandy credit; she was stroking and sucking my dick like she loved it, and so did I!

I didn't see any reason to try and hold off my orgasm. It wasn't long before I was ready to cum and said so.

She hummed okay on my dick and started stroking it harder and faster. Fifteen seconds later, I let out a stifled groan and shot half a dozen times in her mouth. God, it felt good to let it go! Mandy managed to swallow some of it. It was too much, and she scooted back and let the fresh cum flow out of the corners of her mouth and drip on the ground.

When I was dry, she let go, wiped the cum off her chin with a finger, and smeared it on the grass.

She laughed, "Jesus, you cum more than any man I've known!"

"You bring out the best in me."

"I hope you have some left for tomorrow," She replied, spitting out some more.

"No problem there," I told her as I put my package away and zipped up.

We held hands and walked back to the main trail. I felt so much better and planned on showing her the next time we got together. When we got to the main trail, she told me she needed to get home before the search parties came looking for her.

"Okay, have a good time."

"I can't wait to see you tomorrow. You owe me."

"Not a problem, I can't wait either.

She put her arms around my neck and wanted a goodbye kiss. I kissed her and didn't like the taste of my cum on her lips, but I wasn't about to say no after what she'd done for me. She jogged back down the trail towards her home, and I turned and walked back to mine. I had to spit a few times, but it didn't help get rid of the taste.

After a couple of beers, the bad taste was gone, and I was feeling pretty relaxed.

***

On Sunday afternoon, Mandy showed up in her sweats and said she'd told her mom she was coming over for a workout. We had a good one, but I don't think it was the kind of exercise her mom would have approved of!

***

Mandy came in the back door when she saw me riding the stationary bike. I was soaked in sweat and stopped when I saw her come in.

"Hey, Ethan!"

"Hi, you ready for your workout?"

Mandy came over and kissed me on the lips but didn't touch my sweat-soaked body.

"Looks like you're already done," She said with a smile, and pointing at my sweat-soaked T-shirt.

"I can keep going if you want?"

"No, I can think of a better way to spend your energy."

"Oh yeah, what's that?"

Mandy gave me a sly smile, "You could take me to bed if you want to?"

I grabbed my towel off the bike, "I like a girl who gets right to the point."

"I think you ought to take a shower first...stinky!"

"Good idea, come on."

I grabbed a beer from the kitchen, and we headed to my big bedroom. I took the beer with me in the bathroom, and Mandy told me to hurry as she started undressing. I'm sure I didn't take more than five minutes to wash up. I wrapped a towel around my waist, grabbed my beer, and walked out into the bedroom, expecting to find Mandy in bed waiting for me.

Instead, I found her going through that mystery box of toys I'd received. She was digging through it and giggling, with nothing on but a bright green pair of panties! I'd forgotten all about leaving it on the floor by the wall!

She looked up at me and laughed, "I would never have guessed you are into kinky stuff!"

"I'm not," I told her and walked over, "That showed up on my door, and I have no idea who sent it."

"Really?" She replied, still digging through the box like a kid on Christmas, "I guess someone is trying to give you a hint."

"You think? but who?"

Mandy was pulling stuff out of the box and setting it on the floor. I had to admit she looked pretty sexy in her neon-green panties.

"You really have no idea who sent this stuff?"

"No idea at all," I said, watching her examine all the stuff, "I don't even know how to use that stuff."

She came out of the box with a vibrator in each hand, "Not even these?" She teased me.

"Those are pretty simple to figure out; the rest I have no idea."

Mandy was on her knees and sat back on her heels, "Mm, I always wondered what it would be like to have two hard cocks at once," She remarked, examining them closely.

I laughed, "With that attitude, you'll be really popular in College!"

She tossed them back in the box and looked up at me, "Hey, you want to try this stuff out?"

I was a little shocked, "Do you?"

"Yeah, we could learn together, and then maybe I'll understand why girls like being tied up."

I was thinking, "Like Mother, like daughter," but I didn't say it.

"Let me read up first," I told her, "Right now, I had something more traditional in mind."

Mandy stood up and came over to me, "Like what?" She asked as she started pulling my towel free.

When the towel dropped, she got close, and we kissed. I felt her grab my dick. It knew what to do and started getting hard in her hand.

"I was thinking, a 69 would be a nice start," I told her after the kiss.

"That sounds good to me!"

I laid down in the middle of the bed on my back as Mandy stripped off her green panties and crawled up on the bed. She carefully got on top of me on her hands and knees. I slid further to the end of the bed until my face was under her twat. Then she laid down on top of me, and I felt her start licking the tip of my cock as I went after her tasty little pussy with a vengeance.

The best part of doing it this way was I had full access to her pressure points on her lower back. Not to mention spreading her cute butt cheeks apart and tease the opening to her vagina and anus with my tongue.

For her part, I really enjoyed how she cupped my balls with her right hand, the left one around my shaft, and her mouth doing wonderful things to the head of my cock. I cheated and made her cum with the help of her pressure points.

"AHhhhhhhhhh, OOOhhhhhhhh, FUCK!" She moaned and squirmed, but I held her tight and kept licking her clit.

Mandy rolled off and on her back, sticking her long legs straight up in the air in a "V."

"Ethan," She pleaded, "Come fuck me, baby!"

Who was I to refuse? I got between her legs and plunged inside her tight pussy. Bellies pressed together as we kissed for a while before I started humping her.

"Oh yeah," She moaned, "Oh, that feels so fucking good! Yes, Yes, fuck me, Ethan. Give it to me, baby!"

Now, after a 10-minute blow job, I didn't have much trouble getting off.

"You ready?" I asked her and got faster.

"For what?"

"I'm going to cum."

"Me Toooooo!" She yelled out a second later, and I felt her vagina start squeezing and pulsing around my thrust.

I slammed her pussy hard a few more times and went off with a loud moan of my own.

"Oh yeah, baby," Mandy groaned, "OOOhhh... fuck YES, that's sooooo good!" and then her right hand snuck around her butt, and her fingers touched my balls!

Shit! I hadn't been expecting that, and it just made me cum that much harder! Apparently, the girl had a few tricks of her own. I didn't mind, and she got every drop I had to give her.

***

While we were enjoying the afterglow together, I remembered about her dinner.

"How was dinner?"

Mandy was lying on her right side. Her head on my shoulder and her palm on my stomach, "Good and Bad."

"How so?"

"While I was away, a letter came, and I got a full athletic scholarship to BYU."

"Huh?"

"Brigham Young University. It's rated the best women's athletic college for track."

"Hey, that's great!" I told her, "So, what's the bad news?"

"I'm leaving tomorrow."

"Why?"

"Summer training camp. But it's only an hour's drive, so I'll come back and see you when I can."

"That's better than nothing," I replied, "Should make for some good reunions."

"It better."

"What's that mean?"

"I want you to figure out that box of toys over there for me."

I started laughing, "You really want to be tied up and fucked, don't you?"

"I want to try everything before I die! Maybe even learn how to fly."

"Mandy, I like your style!"

"I love you too!"

"Hey now, don't start thinking I'm the marrying type because I'm not."

"So, you just want a fuck buddy?"

"I'm just saying I have no plans ever to get married."

Mandy smiled, "I guess I can live with that for now."

Mandy kissed me, got up, and headed for the bathroom, "I need to get home and start packing."

I let her go and heard the shower water running. I really did like her style, young and wanting to learn all about everything is pretty attractive. Especially if she wanted to expand her knowledge of sex. I was more than willing to help her do that.

***

The big dinner party was boring for the most part. I will tell you a couple of things that stuck out.

My first impression was I'd walked into a contest between fashion designers! It looked like everyone, especially the women, were competing on who had the best dress and jewelry for the people, the elite of Utah state. The ladies were all thirty to forty-five years old. The men ranged in ages forty-five to maybe sixty if I hazarded a guess.

I was more interested in the women, of course, and to tell you the truth, I didn't see any I wouldn't mind taking to my bed! The men seemed more uppity than the women, and I don't think they really accepted my youth in their group yet.

I was not looking forward to meeting Michelle's husband, but of course, it happened. I kept my act together despite the fact I'd fucked his wife and daughter. I didn't feel the least bit guilty about it either. They had seemed to enjoy it as much as I had. And if it was true Robert Hamilton-III was screwing around, that was all the better for me.

Michelle brought him over as I was drifting through the crowd introducing myself.

"Ethan, I want you to meet my husband, Robert."

"Pleased to meet you," He said, offering his hand.

I shook it and noticed that his suit made my thousand dollars one look cheap.

"Michelle tells me she's met you already?

"Yes, sir, she brought me a pie the other day."

"She is quite the baker; did you enjoy it?"

I couldn't help myself and answered with a pun.

"I loved it," I told him, "I have to admit I ate all of that pie in one sitting."

Michelle was standing beside him and bit behind. When she heard that, she looked over at me with a tiny smile and gave me a quick wink.

"I know what you mean. Michelle has to hide them from me, or I'd do the same."

We all had a good laugh.

"Oh, there's Andrew. Excuse me, Ethan, I have some business to attend to."

"No, problem, sir. Nice to meet you."

"You as well. I'm sure we can get better acquainted later."

Robert headed over to talk to Andrew and left Michelle with me.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" She asked and took a sip of her champagne.

"It's actually pretty boring to me."

Michelle looked around, "Welcome to my world."

"I do appreciate the scenery, and you look fantastic tonight."

"Why, thank you, Ethan," She replied, "That's such a nice compliment from someone I hardly know."

I looked at her funny and wondered what her game was? But then I heard a woman's voice from behind me.

"Michelle, there you are, dear!" and she came into view from behind me.

It all made sense then. Michelle had seen her coming up from behind and played it like a pro. They moved off, talking in whispers after a quick introduction. I walked around for another hour before calling it a night. If this was the life of the rich and famous, I could do without it. If this was the lavish lifestyle, it wasn't for me.

***

Monday turned out to be an exciting day. When I got home after lunch, I cussed the doorbell and half expected it to be Michelle. Instead, it was Skylar with a suitcase.

"Sky, what are you doing here?"

"You didn't sound very good on the phone, so I caught the first plane to make sure you were okay!"

Then she ran over and kissed me on the lips and hugged the hell out of me. It felt like heaven after not seeing her for months!

"You look good, Ethan!"

"Thanks, you look better, like always."

"You going to invite me in or stand out here, gawking?"

"Oh, sorry, let me get your bag."

"I can do it; I got it here, didn't I."

"You shouldn't be doing that in your condition!"

Skylar laughed and shook her head, "My condition? and what's that?"

"You know the baby and all that."

Skylar rolled her suitcase towards the door, "You don't have a clue about pregnancy, do you?"

"I guess not, Sky," I told her, "I was just worried about you."

She smiled, "That's okay. I'm pregnant, not an invalid."

"So, how long can you stay?"

"Until you're not upset anymore."

"How's Kevin feel about that?"

Sky stopped and looked at me, "I told him you didn't sound right, and I wanted to come and see what the problem was."

"He's okay with that?"

"Of course, he is," She replied, "He thinks the world of you and was concerned that you might have gotten in over your head with the business and all your money. You should call him more often."

"You're right, and I will."

***

Skylar was more than impressed by my new house during my quick tour. We had just sat down in the kitchen with coffee when the fucking doorbell rang again. I went to find out who it was and, of course, it was Michelle.

"Hi, Ethan."

"Hey, Michelle, what brings you by?"

"I was heading home and stopped to pick up my glass pie-plate if you're done with it."

Now, I figured she had more than that on her mind, but I planned to put an end to it quickly before she said something wrong.

"Yeah, sure, it's in the kitchen.

Michelle walked with me to the kitchen and was surprised to see Skylar sitting there drinking coffee.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you had company," She said with not much enthusiasm.

"My little sister gave me a surprise visit. Michelle, this is Skylar, Skylar this is my neighbor Michelle.

Skylar got up, and they shook hands and said their pleasantries as I got the glass pie pan out of the dishwasher.

"Here it is all clean," and handed it to Michelle.

Michelle had dropped her attitude after finding out Sky was my sister, "Thank you, you didn't have to wash it."

"It wasn't too hard to put it in the dishwasher. You want some coffee?"

"Oh no, I won't interrupt your reunion."

"Thanks again for the pie. It really was fantastic."

"Thank you. I'll see myself out. Nice to have met you, Skylar."

"You too, Michelle."

Michelle left, and I sat back down across from Sky, who had that look on her face I knew too well.

"What?" I asked.

Sky grinned, "You have women baking you pies already?"

"She brought it over as a housewarming gift, and it tasted fantastic!"

"I bet it did."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Knowing you like I do, and considering how beautiful she is..."

"Stop it, Sky."

Sky laughed, "Can't I even have any fun around you anymore?"

Skylar always knew how to make me feel better. I had to smile back at her and tell her it was okay.

"Let's go sit by the pool and have a beer," I replied.

"Okay, but I'm off the booze until after she's born."

"You still think it's a girl?"

"I just have a feeling about it."

We walked downstairs and out on the deck after I grabbed a beer. Sky had a soda as we sat in the deck chairs.

"So, if it's a girl, what's her name going to be?"

"I was thinking about "Taylor." What do you think?"

"Mm," I told her, "I like it. It would work for a boy or girl."

"Yeah, I guess it would," Sky replied, "It's my first choice right now."

"I still can't believe you're going to be a mom."

"Me too. I hope I don't screw it up."

"You'll be a great mom, Sky! I wouldn't worry about it."

She looked at me, and I saw a tear run down her cheek, "You don't hate me, do you?"

"What?" I replied, "Hell no, I could never hate you. I love you!"

"I guess my emotions are getting messed up already from my hormones," Sky said, "I'm a mess at times!"

"You'll be just fine, Sky. I know it will be just fine."

"Thanks!" and she came over for a kiss and a hug.

***

We got caught up on things during supper and watched some T.V. until Skylar yawned.

"I think I'll take a shower and go to bed."

"Sure, you must be tired from your trip. What room would you like?"

Skylar gave me one of her looks, "What's that supposed to mean? I didn't come all this way to sleep alone!"

"You know your condition and stuff."

Skylar looked at me like I was a moron. I guess I was and looked back at her, "What?"

She shook her head in awe, "I had to give up alcohol, not sex. What makes you think I can't have sex?"

"You know, the kid might have dent's in her head or something," I told her.

Skylar laughed until she cried.

When she recovered enough to talk, she remarked, "I'm going to take a shower, look it up on the web. I'll see you later.

I watched her head back into the house and thought maybe I better read up on this pregnancy stuff.

***

When I got to the Master Bedroom, I heard the shower running, and Skylar had unpacked her suitcase in the walk-in closet. She'd already moved in, and actually, I was okay with it. It wouldn't be permanent, and well, the idea of us being close for a few days already sounded promising.

I didn't get to read much on my laptop before Skylar came out in just a robe. And started turning down the bed.

"You coming to bed?" She asked.

"Yeah."

"You won't need to wear those boxers," She replied as she dropped her robe and crawled under the covers naked.

I saw her and was immediately getting hard. I got up, turned off the lights, dropped my shorts, and crawled into bed with her. Damn, it felt good to feel her naked body next to mine as we started kissing! She already had her hand on my dick, squeezing and jacking it slightly.

Sky whispered, "Did you know that being pregnant makes some women hornier?"

"Really?"

"Really," Skylar replied, and disappeared under the covers and started sucking my cock.

In a bit, I was ready to return the favor and go down on her, but she stopped me.

"There's time for that later; I need you now!"

I wasted no time in crawling between her warm bare thighs and plunging my cock deep in her. Sky's pussy was hot and juicy, and she let out a long moan.

"God, you feel so good!" She told me as I started to thrust.

I've mentioned before how I think her vagina was made just for me. It just felt perfect and fit me like a glove. Skylar was always juicy and hot inside, and it made short work of me. I didn't hold back at all. All I could think of was how bad I wanted to cum.

By the way, she was moaning and lifting her hips to each thrust. I thought she must feel the same way about me. When I came, it was incredible, just like always. Usually, Skylar came with me. This time was no different, and that made it even better.

"FUCK YES! FUCK YES! OH, GOD...ahhhhhhhhhh!" Skylar screamed out, and I felt her pussy squeezing tightly around my cock after each mind-blowing spurt I gave her.

I was out of breath and just laid there on top of her until my cock stopped throbbing. Sky was rubbing my back with both hands and trying to kiss me.

"Ethan, I love you so much!"

Not being so smart, I asked, "And Kevin?"

Without a blink, she looked in my eyes, "I love him too. I'd marry both of you if it were allowed."

I laughed, "You'd never be able to get off your back with both of us around."

"Mmmm, I might like that just fine."

Yes, Skylar was one of a kind, and I was so happy she was my sister and my part-time lover! At that moment, I could care less about what the world would think if they knew about us.

Yes, it was starting to look like I was going to have an enjoyable week. I'd almost forgotten that Skylar was going to have another man's baby. Almost, but not entirely. But I wasn't about to let that ruin our short time together.

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