Chapter 4
It stopped raining during the night and the next morning was bright and sunny at the lakeside resort in New Hampshire. For Dorothy Miller, it was the most beautiful morning she could remember in years. When she awoke, she was surprised to find herself on vacation-almost as though she had arrived there by some magical force during the night. She was filled with a wonderful feeling of suddenly being alive and free of all her worries and frustrations. Instead of starting the day with a fantasy about what she would like to do, which always left her with a feeling of hopelessness, she found herself thinking about sitting on the beach, drinking in the warm sun, going for a swim-and all the real things she could do this day. .
Over breakfast, she noticed that Steven and Nancy also seemed to share the same carefree mood and vacationing spirit. It was like the old days, she thought with pride, when they had left all their problems at home and really enjoyed their vacations. Now all her doubts about making the trip were washed away by the fact that she had brought the family together again, just as she had hoped. She was also convinced that what happened the night before in the bathroom had helped both Steven and herself. He showed no sign of regret or change in attitude toward her, which made her feel even better.
Later, at the beach, Dottie was amazed to find everyone much friendlier than before, and she was soon involved in conversations with total strangers. It was a strange experience, since she wasn't the type who feels comfortable in a crowd of people she didn't know. But by midafternoon all the guests at the resort were acting like one big happy family, gathered around two tables on the beach, having drinks and talking as though it was a reunion of old friends. And Dorothy Miller was enjoying every minute of it.
Her being a widow, and the only parent without a partner, did cause the others to treat her a little specially, she noted. The wives were nice to her out of sympathy, or perhaps pity, she thought, while several of their husbands gave Dottie the unmistakable impression that they would like to offer her their services in bed. Until now, she had resented the way some men reacted when they found out she was a widow-as though she was hungry for sex and they'd make a sacrifice to satisfy her. But today she was in too good a mood to let it bother her.
When Mike Johnson, the manager of the place, joined the party, Dottie quickly discovered he was much more aggressive than the others. While most men made passes with their eyes and carefully worded remarks, Mike was more physical. He managed to get his aluminum folding chair into the small space beside hers by making everyone else shift theirs. Then he didn't miss a chance to touch her arm, shoulder or back during the conversation, as though emphasizing a point. And for some reason, Dottie found it all amusing; especially when he twisted and strained his lower torso, while trying to appear nonchalant, to press his leg against hers. She knew she could put a halt to it, without making a scene, simply by moving away. But she appreciated the fuss he had made over Nancy and Steven earlier in the day. He had made a special point of introducing them to his own teenage son and daughter and then let them take his speedboat out for a ride around the lake. If being a little friendly with the manager would bring her own kids some special attention, it was worth it, she decided. Besides, Dottie chuckled to herself, his wife is a snobbish bitch. It serves her right if he fools around with other women.
She probably wouldn't have given his wife more than a passing glance, if it hadn't been for the way Steven had reacted to the woman. Mrs. Johnson had taken them from the office to their cabin after registering, and all the while Steven was sticking his elbow in Nancy's side, taunting her to watch the sexy walk on the woman. It was the high heels that annoyed Dottie. She was wearing a tight sweater, short-shorts and heels, with her nose in the air and knowing all the while that Steven would be staring at her rear end. Dottie was willing to accept the too-tight sweater and the short-shorts, but the heels definitely didn't fit into the apparel of someone who had to walk back and forth from the office to the cottages several times a day. A big tease! Dottie told herself, a bit jealous of the way Steven ogled the woman's shapely legs and inviting behind.
The back of Mike's hand grazed the side of Dot-tie's bare leg, just below her bathing suit. She pretended to be absorbed in the story one of the women was telling and allowed his touch to seem unnoticed. She knew he wouldn't do anything brazen in front of the others, and she got the urge to do a little teasing herself.
It must be the drinks, she told herself as she took another sip from her third Tom Collins. She carefully surveyed the group. There were six people closely grouped around her table, with three men standing behind their wives' chairs and partially obscured by the beach umbrella that rose from the center of the table. The other table was enough off to the side that the people sitting there could only see her face. It was perfectly safe, she decided, feeling a little giddy and childish. Then she eased her hand between their chairs and ran it down Mike's thigh. The touch took Mike by complete surprise and his whole body seemed to tighten defensively. Dottie wanted to laugh out loud. It was the most mischievous act she could remember doing since she was in high school. Mike squirmed uneasily in his chair and Dottie could see him frantically checking to see if anyone could see her hand resting on his lap. In a display of extreme boldness for Dorothy Miller, she slide her hand across his tan slacks and quickly found the telltale bulge down his leg. Then just as he satisfied himself that nobody could see what she was doing, Dottie squeezed the lump in his pants and quickly withdrew her hand.
As Dottie nervously paced the living room of the quiet, empty cottage, she tried to put together the pieces that had led to what was about to happen. She remembered Nancy and Steven returning from their boat ride with Mike's kids and telling her about a dance at a nearby dude ranch. They made a half-hearted attempt to show their reluctance to leave her all alone tonight, but for some reason she brushed it off and told them to go. And she vaguely recalled Mike's whispering Something about seeing her later, which she had agreed to with a smile and a nod of her head.
It was the drinks! she told herself over and over. I must have been a fool! She stopped pacing and stared at the door, wishing she could bring back Nancy and Steven. The house seemed so quiet now and she realized she was frightened. This is ridiculous! There's nothing to be frightened about. When he get here-IF he comes at all-just ... just tell him you've changed your mind. That's all there is to it! He certainly isn't going to rape you ... or beat you. She began to feel better as she thought how nervous he had been when he thought someone would see her touch his leg. It proved that he wouldn't use force, because he obviously didn't want his wife to find out. It seemed like a good idea at the time, she admitted with a sigh. The drinks ... the fun of teasing him ... even the idea of putting one over on his wife!
A tapping noise sounded in one of the bedrooms and Dottie's heart felt like it jumped into her throat. She heard it again and it sounded like someone tapping on glass. Reluctantly, she moved in the direction of her bedroom, still listening for the sound and unable to imagine how anyone could scale the height of the sundeck to get to her bedroom window.
"Open the door!" Mike's unmistakable voice called softly through the open window in her bedroom.
"How did you get up here?" she whispered back. She didn't wait for an answer, but went straight to the door in the hall outside her bedroom and unlocked it.
"I used a ladder," Mike said with a big grin, as he stepped in and quickly closed the door behind him.
"You scared the life out of me!" Dottie shot back, but she couldn't conceal the relief that had come over her at seeing a friendly face.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, taking her in his arms. He could feel her tremble and squeezed her tighter to his chest. Her reaction reminded him of the young virgin he had seduced earlier in the season, and he liked it.
Dottie remained silent, letting her fright drain out. She allowed herself a few moments to enjoy the feeling of being in a man's arms again, then asked, "What about your wife?"
"She drove the kids to the dance," Mike answered in a matter-of-fact voice. "They won't be back for hours."
Dottie felt his hands slip under her sweater in back and reach for her bra strap. In the moment she hesitated, his experienced fingers had unhooked it. She opened her mouth to object, but suddenly found his open mouth over hers. Their tongues dueled for possession of her mouth as his hand swept gently under her bra to cup her breast.
Why fight itf Maybe I do need a man. As long as they remained in the hall outside her bedroom, there was nothing to worry about, she decided. Then she surrendered to the exciting tongue and the delicious feeling his hand massaged into her breast.
Mike's hands deftly lifted her bra and sweater up to her neck, while he continued to fill her mouth with his darting tongue. Then he massaged her tingling breasts with both hands, arousing her with each move he made. His lips were on one of her nipples almost before she realized they had left her mouth. She had never been with a man as smooth and experienced as this, she thought as he filled his mouth with her breast. It was exciting and thrilling, but at the same time it made her nervous.
"Please don't," Dottie said when she felt his thumbs slip under the elastic waistband of her slacks. She felt her breast slip from his mouth, but his fingers remained inside her slacks, resting on her hips.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I ... I hardly know you. I didn't think we were just going to jump in bed." She was fighting for time to think, no longer sure she should go through with this.
"Neither did I," he whispered. "But you're so ... so exciting ... I just couldn't help myself."
"I'm not trying to be a tease..." Dottie tried to explain. "It's just ... that I need a little time. ..."
"Whatever you say," he answered, but she felt her slacks riding down over her hips and her panties were going with them. "All I want is a little peek," he whispered.
Dottie couldn't believe the muddled mess she was creating in her brain. She did want him! She didn't want him to think she was that easy. She wasn't easy! He was so experienced and smooth, she felt she had to do something, just to let him know she wasn't easy.
"There 1" he said, kneeling before her and staring at the junction of her legs. "It's the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen." Dottie lowered her eyes and searched his face for something she could base a decision on. She wasn't sure if she should relent now and let him take her, or make him stick to his promise of doing anything she did. It was hard to believe he would simply pull up her slacks again, after getting this far, without trying to get what he was after.
"You're right," he said with a big sigh, not taking his eyes from the triangle of hair between her legs. "I guess I got carried away. But I wanted you from the first minute I saw you...."
He had a way of keeping her off balance, she thought as he apparently made the difficult decision for her. But before she could say or do anything, he bent forward and pressed his lips against the hair he had been eyeing. Dottie felt herself go weak all over. She grabbed his head and pulled him tighter, unable to pretend any longer. "Then take me, Mike!" she said without thinking. "I want you too!"
She had only known one man in her life, and her husband had never kissed her any lower than the breasts. Though the hair prevented her from actually feeling his lips, his hot breath filtered through and cascaded over the sensitive lips of her vagina, creating havoc inside. Her body, from head to toe, tingled with undreamed-of delight.
Mike effortlessly swept her off her feet,and carried her into the bedroom. She was thankful for that. Her slacks and panties were still tangled around her ankles, but she doubted she could walk if they weren't. As soon as he placed her on the bed. Dottie quickly disposed of the sweater and bra circling her neck and watched intently as Mike removed her slacks and panties. She wondered what would have happened if those garments hadn't hampered her from opening her legs when he kissed her. The thought sent chills through her, and the minute her legs were free, she opened them in a quick reflex to the desires he stirred in her. But he stepped away from the bed and bent over to light the lamp on the night table. Then he began to undress.
I wish I had some of his confidence, Dottie thought as pangs of guilt and doubt filtered back into her mind. It's hell when you want something so bad ... and then be filled with all kinds of doubts when it comes along.
When her eyes brought him back into focus, he was naked and walking toward the door. Even in the dim light of the lamp, she could see the muscles in his back ripple. Then he reached for the wall switch and before she could object, turned on the bright ceiling lights.
"What did you do that for?" Dottie moaned, blinking her eyes and frowning to let him know she didn't approve.
"I don't want all that beauty to go to waste in the dark," he said with a smile.
All she could see was the giant spear protruding from between his legs as he walked back to the bed. Her own legs closed instinctively and her mind raced frantically now for an excuse to put an end to all this. "Hurts my eyes," she managed to moan.
"Don't look up," he laughed and knelt beside her on the bed. When she snapped her head to the side looking away from him, he reached over and turned it back. "Would you like to suck it?"
"NO!" she cried, freeing her chin from his hand and snapping her head back to the other side.
"Don't be so frightened," he said softly. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"Maybe ... maybe we should ... should have a drink first___"
"Later," he responded. Then he bent over and kissed the same spot between her legs as before.
This time her legs weren't clamped together because something was around her ankles, she realized. Her eyes darted down to his face for a quick look, to make sure he was actually kissing her there, but then she couldn't take her eyes away when she saw what he was doing. Her leg muscles relaxed involuntarily and began to spread her legs apart. And his mouth took advantage of every inch of opening she gave him, to get further down between her legs. She watched in awe as he crawled between her legs, not knowing what to expect from his hungry mouth, but anxious to find out.
Their eyes met and he smiled at her. "You smell and taste delicious," he said. "But I'm afraid my cock is getting a little out of control."
Dottie watched him straighten up and bring the huge purplish head of it up to meet the panting lips of her vagina. She felt a little disappointed that he wasn't going to kiss those longing lips more passionately, but she knew how good it would feel to have a man inside her again and was willing to forgive him.
"Mmmmmmmm..." he moaned, fisting his thick shaft and poking the tip of it into the vestibule of her sex. "Feels hot and mushy in there ... just droolin' to gobble up my cock."
"Stop tantalizing me," Dottie said, trying to hold her breath for the expected thrust. "Do it!"
"Do what?" he countered, moving the knob of his blunt weapon in circles at the opening.
Dottie tried to arch herself up and seize it herself, but he pulled back, teasing her with his little game.
"Your face is even more beautiful when you're in agony like this," he said. "And your tits are driving me crazy ... the way they swell up and scream for attention...."
"Then do it!" she cried.
"I will. But I want you to say, Fuck me' first. I want you to want it as much as I do."
"I do!" Dottie pleaded. "I really do."
He reached a hand down under her and began massaging her buttocks. Then she felt his finger searching for the entrance back there and she wanted to tell him to stop, but couldn't get the words out. All she wanted and all she could think about was the satisfaction of possessing a man for the first time in two years. It was almost hers now and he had to play games, she thought with despair.
"Your ass is as beautiful as the rest of you," he said, forcing his finger into the tight opening. When she squirmed he added, "What's the matter? Don't you like having a finger up your little asshole?"
Dottie shook her head, but he continued to screw his finger up the tight tunnel. "NO! Damn it!" she cried out. "I-I want you. ... I want you to fuck me!"
The long, thick ballooning shaft immediately slid deep into her belly and his finger popped out of her rectum. The suspense had been torturous and she was grateful it was over. His throbbing meat felt delicious and filling, but she continued to buck and bounce off the bed to get every last inch of it.
"You're the hottest fuckin' piece of ass I've ever known," he snarled through clenched teeth. "And I'm gonna come, baby."
"OH! Mike! Not yet! Hold it! Don't come yet!"
"C-C-Can't hold it! You're drivin' me fuckin' crazy!"
"Oh ... oh ... OH!" She felt the first spray of his juices splash deep in her belly and squirmed breathlessly to trigger her own climax. She couldn't stand the thought of losing him before she had an orgasm, but it seemed like a losing battle to her now. But she was suddenly reminded of the night before and Steven's finger moving feverishly with her own help, on her tor- mented clitoris. "OH! BABY!" she cried out. "Nnnnngggghhhh ... come, baby, come. AHHHHHH! MMMmmmmmmm..."
When she finally opened her eyes, Mike's face was smiling down at her. She could feel his male organ slipping limply from her drenched sex and she heaved a sigh of relief.
"Now I hope you believe what I said about the way you excite me," he said. "I haven't come that fast in years!"
"Serves you right," she laughed weakly. "You're a big tease. How do you think I felt? I haven't come at all... in years!"
"Let me make it up to you, Dorothy," he said in a serious voice. "Tomorrow night! I'll come over tomorrow night. It's always better the second time, anyway."
Dottie didn't answer him. She wanted time to think it over. And she knew that if she did agree, the reason for it would be those exciting kisses he had introduced into her life.