Chapter 3
"Oh!" Tina Vassilikos said with a little shriek. "I ... I didn't know anyone was using the sauna."
She covered her breasts with one arm and put a protective hand over her delicious pubic triangle. She almost turned her back but she realized that her bottom was also bare and stopped just in time.
"I'm a wedding guest," the man said, "but I have business to talk with your father and his fianc‚ and I arrived a few days early."
He made no attempt to conceal his nudity and simply put one foot up on the other knee and smiled up at her.
The sauna was cloudy with steam and he was sitting on the wooden bench which was fixed to the wall next to the heated stones which gave off the intense wet heat.
"I ... I'd better leave," Tina stammered.
"Not at all, my dear. I'm perfectly safe, old enough to be your father, and relatively harmless for a lawyer. If I have a vice it's certainly not attacking beautiful young girls but rather boring those of them who sign up for my classes with my pedantry," he said lightly. "Not that I don't try to peek up a coed's skirt every chance I get, mind you. But international law and sex are stodgy bed partners and somehow I'd rather be here with both of us stark naked than in a classroom where we'd have to talk about international treaties and protectionist legislation instead of just sitting together and sweating."
"Still, I'd better go," Tina said uncertainly.
"Nonsense!" the man thundered. "Now sit down here and enjoy your sauna before I throw you across my lap and spank your pretty bottom."
Startled, Tina obeyed him.
"Yes, sir," she said uncertainly.
"Now then," he said, "I assume you're Tina Vassilikos. Not only do I assume, I know. I've seen your name in our intelligence reports. In fact I know the name of your boyfriend-Stavros Nomikos and I can tell you he's not worthy of you. Get rid of him. He has the soul of a musty old merchant even though he's barely nineteen."
She looked at this omniscient stranger, aghast. All she could tell about him was that he was an American, that he had a commanding personality, that he knew more about her affairs than she wanted anyone to know, and that he was stark naked.
Not that he was unattractive. Despite his age, which Tina guessed was in the mid-forties, he had the taut, hard, muscular body of an athlete and in the misty heat of the sauna his chest, shoulder, and arm muscles glistened like the polished marble of a statue. Tina couldn't help glancing at his body, although she kept her eyes well above his waist.
"How do you know so much about me?" she said curiously.
"Because it's my business to know about people. Important people, anyway. And the beautiful daughters of important people."
She blushed prettily at the compliment and shyly dropped her gaze.
"But who are you?" she said. "It's really not fair for you to know everything about me when I don't even know your name. And even worse, I'm sitting next to you without any clothes on."
"My name is John McCandless and I used to be the American Ambassador to France until the other side got in and appointed their own Ambassador. Then for awhile I wrote speeches for Roger Clayborn before that madman killed him in Minneapolis two years ago. I got to know the Clayborn family pretty well and that's when I first met your future stepmother, Claire Clayborn. After the Senator was killed we were both pretty much at loose ends and we saw quite a bit of each other. Not romantically, of course. That's why everyone approved ... the press, the Clayborn family, and middle America. I became a professor again and started practicing my old hobby, gazing at pretty young coeds. Claire started going to parties again and met your old man and became engaged but she thought enough of her old pal to invite me to the wedding. There, now you have my whole life story," he said.
"Are you married?" Tina said, then, realizing how the question sounded, blushed an even deeper crimson.
"By Heavens," McCandless said, "I think you're even more beautiful when you blush."
"Stop it," she smiled, shyly keeping her eyes averted.
"No, I'm not married," he said. "Now stand up and let's see if that blush goes all the way down to your toes."
"No!" she said. "And don't tease me." It was all she could do to keep from giggling.
"Why not? You love it," he said.
Tina looked at John McCandless in awe. She'd never met a man like him, so funny and easygoing and relaxed. It was incredible. Here she was sitting stark naked next to a man she had known less than five minutes. And not just any man. She recognized him now. He was famous and had Roger Clayborn lived and become president, John McCandless would have been the American Secretary of State. She still remembered the news photos of him, standing next to Claire Clayborn in Arlington cemetery beside the grave of the dynamic Senator from California with tears in his eyes.
"I don't love it," she insisted, then looked up at him and grinned. "But I guess I like it pretty much."
"You see that? No one can tell lies when they're naked as a jaybird. That's why you'll never catch a politician in a steam bath," he said.
"But aren't you a politician?" she said.
"Absolutely not! A scoundrel, a mountebank, a lecher ... those I'll admit to, but don't call me a politician," he teased.
Tina was laughing out loud now, thoroughly charmed by the older man.
"Why aren't you married?" she asked suddenly.
"Impertinent brat!" he said, pretending to be outraged. "Because my wife caught me naked in a sauna with a beautiful sixteen-year-old girl."
"Did you really mean that?"
"Did I mean what?"
"About me being beautiful."
"I said the other sixteen-year-old girl in the other sauna was beautiful. I didn't say anything about you being beautiful."
"You did too!" Tina insisted. "You said it was your business to know about the beautiful daughters of important people."
"Oh, that," he said. "I meant the beautiful daughters of important people in general."
"Oh come on," she said. "Stop teasing me. Anyway, you said I had a pretty bottom and you threatened to spank it."
"And I still might. All right, stand up and turn around slowly and I'll see if you're all that beautiful or not," he said.
"No! I won't! It's all a trick," Tina said, giggling in spite of herself.
"Up before I wallop you!" John McCandless thundered dramatically and Tina stood up, not sure whether he was fooling. She was thoroughly fascinated by John McCandless.
"Now turn around ... slowly ... hands at your sides."
She obeyed him, shy, yet confident and relaxed with him and proud to show off her luscious body.
She was shiny with perspiration from the steam and her soft, delicate skin glistened as if it had been oiled. John McCandless watched in breathless wonder as she turned. Her young breasts stood out round and firm and the nipples were like pink flowers set in white marble.
Beads of moisture flowed in the lovely valley between the sculptured mounds and trailed slowly down across her firm, smooth stomach. Below her navel there was just the trace of a soft feminine swelling, leading downward to her thick triangular bush, curly and glistening and wet in the heat of the sauna. Her lush thighs were fleshy and supple and perfectly formed as if made for the purpose of filling soft nylon stockings and her calves were strong and graceful and lean.
Now she was standing in profile and then, as she slowly pivoted, she turned her wide, pear-shaped buttocks toward him and he caught his breath as he gazed at them, shining and smooth and firm, separated by the delicate mystery of the crevice in between and spiced by the tiniest trace of curly black hair peeking through between the backs of her thighs at the bottom.
"Well?" she said, smiling mischievously over her shoulder at him, knowing from the expression on his face what the answer would be but wanting to hear it anyway.
"You are beautiful, Tina," he said, no longer joking or teasing but paying her the ultimate compliment of being simple and very sincere in his appreciation of her magnificent body.
"Are you sure?" she said, doing the teasing herself now.
"Yes," he said, the words catching in his throat as he stared at her, unable to take his eyes from the tantalizing sight before him. "Yes Tina, I'm sure. I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
"Don't you think my bottom's too fat?" she said.
He seemed to snap out of his reverie and his face broke into a grin.
"Well, now that you mention it, the cheeks are a bit plump," he said, not meaning it.
She turned on him, annoyed.
"That's not what you were supposed to say!" she complained.
"Well you asked me," he said, in command of the situation again. "But I know just the thing to make pretty, plump young bottoms firm and tight and to give them tone."
He stood up and crossed to the other side of the sauna and opened the doors of a wooden cabinet set into the wall.
"You must have been impressed by something you saw," Tina giggled. "You're sticking out in front like the mast of my father's yacht."
"So I am," he said, unperturbed. Ah! Here we are! Some birch switches."
"Oh no!" Tina protested. "I've felt those before and they sting."
"Just the thing for young bottoms," he said, coming back across the steam-filled room with a bunch of the switches in his hand. They were tied together with a thong at the base and were for a Swedish massage. "All right, turn around now."
"Promise you won't hit me too hard,'-' she said warily.
"Do I look like the kind of man who would hurt a beautiful thing like your backside?" he said.
"Yes!" she said emphatically. But she smiled and turned her shimmering bottom to him and stuck it out saucily for him to switch.
He whisked the bunch of birch switches lightly but briskly across the taut white skin, making the blood come to the surface and giving her buttocks a healthy pink glow.
"Did that hurt?" he asked.
"It stings, but I like it," she said, holding her bottom out for more of the massage.
Once again he flicked the birches across her inviting behind and once again the soft young skin turned a warm, flushing pink.
"MMmmmmmmmmm..." she said. "It's nice. It makes me feel all tingly and warm."
He continued the massage, working the twigs expertly up and down her buttocks and legs and up her back to her shoulders, using just enough force to be invigorating without being painful.
"It ... it's so sexy," she murmured, closing her eyes and smiling and luxuriating in the gentle flicking of the switches over her skin.
Finally he stopped and she turned around, a little disappointed.
"Is that all I get?" she said.
"I think that will do it," he said, taking her arm and half-turning her. He rubbed his hand over her tingling bottom, softly stroking each cheek and letting his fingers brush against the valley in between. He felt her shudder with pleasure. "Yes. Much firmer now and most of that baby fat is gone."
"There's no baby fat," she protested, looking back over one shoulder and cupping her buttocks with her hands, feeling them for any excess flesh. "You're just saying that to be mean."
"I don't have a mean bone in my body," he said eloquently.
"Maybe not," she giggled, "but you have a pretty long bone sticking out just below your stomach."
"Young lady, kindly remember you are talking about the erection of an ex-Ambassador," he said with mock dignity. "Please be so good as to refer to it with respect. Or else."
"Or else what?" she laughed saucily.
"Or else I'll smack your impudent little seat," he said, giving her a playful but solid swat across the bottom. The crack of his open palm against her solid flesh echoed through the concrete room.
"Ouch!" she said, sexily grabbing her behind with both hands and rubbing it. "That's not fair. I wasn't disrespectful to your big thing. I just said it was pretty long."
"Well that's your fault, not mine. Usually it's much shorter."
"You're awful!" she said, smiling and blushing again. "Hey! I know how to get rid of the rest of my baby fat."
"I thought you didn't have any baby fat," he said.
"Well just a little," she said. "On my bottom. But there's a massage table in the next room. You can give me a massage."
"My dear young Tina," he said. "You can see what whisking those birches across your delightful rear end has done to me. I can't be responsible if I'm asked to actually touch you."
She looked at him before answering. Then:
"I'm not a virgin."
John McCandless started to cough as though he had something stuck in his throat and now it was his turn to blush.
"Well ... that is ... I ... uh, now, Tina..." he stammered, trying to catch his breath.
"Oh come on," she said, taking his hand and leading him out of the sauna into a second room next to it. The rubdown room was slightly smaller and there were two massage tables in the center with freshly-laundered towels piled at one end and a table holding a variety of oils, creams and body tonics.
She got up on the nearest table and lay down on her stomach, resting her head on her arms and closing her eyes.
"Uh ... don't you think I should put a towel over your bottom?" he said.
"Why? I'm not cold and you've certainly seen enough of it already. Boy were your eyes popping out," she laughed.
"Do you want some oil?" he said, quickly changing the subject.
"Oh yes. Some of the stuff with the pine scent," she said. "In the green bottle."
He poured a tiny pool of the delicate oil in the palm of his left hand and spread it onto her already gleaming back, working it around the sides of her body with his hands, gently massaging, brushing the edges of her breasts and feeling them stiffen in response.
"Ooooohhhhhh, that feels marvelous, Mr. McCandless," she said.
"I think that under the circumstances you can call me 'John', my sweet Tina," he said, slightly ironic.
"All right, John," she said. Then: "Am I really your sweet Tina?"
"If you want to be."
"Yes," she said, her tone still light and gay, but with a note of seriousness. "I want to be."
"It's not fair," he said, working the oil into the shallow valley of her lower back and moving gradually upward again toward the twin hillocks of her bottom.
"What's not fair?"
"It's not fair to give a sixteen-year-old the body of a goddess and then make a man keep his hands off of her," he said.
"You're not exactly keeping your hands off," she laughed. "By the way, how's your hard-on? I'll bet it's even bigger by now."
He gave her a little slap across the buttocks.
"Watch your tongue," he admonished. Then, impulsively, he leaned over and kissed the spot his hand had smacked.
"You're really a very gentle man, aren't you?" she said, touched and excited by the gesture. "You didn't really hurt me but you kissed me to make it better all the same. No one has ever been so soft and sweet with me before, not even my father. "By the way, I've been wanting to ask you something."
"Ask away," he said, kneading the firm flesh of her buttock cheeks now, making the skin even softer and more silky with the application of the oil. He moved his fingers down into the tight, cone-shaped space in between the glistening mounds and his fingers glided gently over the soft mouth of her anus. She shivered a little, wondering if he had done it on purpose.
"If you don't work for the government any more why do you still get intelligence reports about people? Me and my boy friend and my father, for instance? And why do you say it's your business to know about people?"
He paused for several minutes before answering her, continuing to massage her buttocks and her upper thighs. She half hoped he would let his hands wander between her legs and touch her vagina, perhaps even pushing in between the rapidly moistening vulva lips, but he didn't and by the time he spoke again he had worked his way almost to the backs of her knees.
"Even though I'm a Democrat and President Rutledge is a Republican we're still good friends and I have a great deal of admiration for him. I also have a fairly complete and, I suppose, a sane command of foreign affairs. Sometimes the President calls on me for advice and asks me to go on special assignments for him."
"Are you on an assignment now?" she said, intrigued.
"No," he said. "Now I'm giving a massage to a beautiful, sexy, provocative, impossible teenager. But as soon as I've done one more toe ... this one right here ... I'll be finished and I'm going to send her to bed before we both get into serious trouble."
"But I want to get into serious trouble," she said. "I told you, I'm not a virgin. Did you think I was a child or something? I'm a woman of vast experience."
"Vast?" he said, smiling.
"Well, not quite vast," she admitted. "But I'd like to make it a little more vast than it is."
"Well I am too ol and stuffy and respectable to go around ravishing teenagers so they can increase their carnal knowledge," he said.
"You are not old and you are not stuffy and I suspect that you are not even respectable and besides it's not up to you, it's up to him," she said, taking his erect rod in her hand and stroking it once or twice before he could pull it away.
"Do you want another whack?" he said.
"Yes, if you'll kiss it again," she said. "Anyway, you've only done one side. Turn me over and do the other."
Not waiting for him, she flopped over and their eyes met for an electric instant. Then he let his gaze wander down over her lovely body, coming to rest on her furry pubic nest and the delicate, soft white skin around it.
"Oh Tina ... " he said, his voice catching. Then her strong young arms were around his neck, hugging him and pulling him closer to her so that his chest rubbed up against her swollen breasts and he could feel the erect nipples rake deliciously over his skin.
"I've never met anyone like you," she said, her voice tight and low, the words coming all at once. "I love you and I want you to fuck me. I know what fucking is, I've had a hard cock between the lips of my pussy, more than once, and I loved it. But I've never been as excited as I have been with you tonight and I've got to have you."
"Oh Tina, my lovely young darling, I'd adore sliding my prick into you, between your sweet thighs. But I can't. I mustn't. I ... I'm too old for you," he said, his voice pleading.
"No. You're not. The size of your prick, the stiffness of it, proves that you're not. Here. I can feel your youth and masculinity and energy when I put my hand around your rod like this. Oh my darling, put that inside me, please please please. Fuck me like I've never been fucked before. Ravage me. Ream out my cunt with your shaft," she said, nearly sobbing with desire for him.
He could feel her hot tears start to come, start to well in her beautiful black eyes and spill out, wetting her cheeks.
Then he was hoisting himself up onto the massage table and she was lying back and spreading her thighs even before his strong; gentle hands could do it for her. He bent forward, her fragrance strong in his nostrils, and he kissed the sweet, tender lips of her vagina. They were opened slightly and the wet, pink skin inside glistened, reflecting the overhead light. He let his tongue go inside as she moaned, and he tasted her, tasted the femininity of her, the sharp, tangy, nut-like flavor of her vaginal juice as it gathered and flowed from her womb like autumn sap.
"Ohhhhhhhh..." she moaned, arching her body. "Oh, John, don't stop. Don't ever stop."
He tantalized her by running his tongue around the edges of her vulva lips, over the wet strands of coal black hair, flicking the tip in unexpectedly and drawing it quickly over her throbbing clitoris and then back out.
She began to rock her body back and forth on the table, and she felt herself floating as though she were being carried downstream by fresh, warm spring water. She clenched her vaginal lips and rotated her buttocks, half-mad for him to enter her.
"Oh John John John, don't wait any longer. Ram your cock inside me, fuck me before I go insane. I can't stand it, I can't wait any longer," she whimpered.
Realizing for the first time just how inexperienced she was and to what erotic heights he had brought her he straightened up and edged forward on his knees, into position between her thighs. He reached around behind him and took a stack of the freshly laundered turkish towels and with his free hand he cupped her buttocks and gently lifted her up, easing the towels under her hips to elevate her pelvis and make it easy to enter her.
He looked down at the delectable sight. Her full, round, taut young thighs spread apart, straining, and the oval shape of her vagina trembling in anticipation of him, the wet, pink folds of skin surrounded by tufts of silken pubic hair, dark as night and flattened against the whiteness of her by her flowing, sticky fragrant juices.
He held his huge erection in his hand, slowly rubbing the head around the edge of her vulva lips, barely touching the glossy, sensitive, velvety surface as Tina writhed and whimpered in delicious misery, wanting him and reveling in her anticipation of his enormous rod.
Now he dipped the knob-like head of his shaft in between her vulva lips, at the top of the silken crevice, moving inside her just far enough to be able to rub against the head of her sweet, throbbing little clitoris, teasing it by touching it and then drawing back then touching it again.
"Are you ready to be fucked, my little love?" he said. "Is your pussy tingling and trembling for my rod? Do you want to feel me inside you, filling you to the brim?"
"OOoooohhhhhh..." she moaned, rotating her hips and trying to rub up against him, trying to impale herself on his erection, her nerve ends drawn to the breaking point by his words.
"Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuckmefuckmefuckme..." she cried, repeating the words like a litany.
Slowly, gently, he eased his vibrating penis inside her and felt her clenching vaginal walls close eagerly around his rock hardness. He went into her soaking orifice easily, like a knife easing into soft butter, until he was inside her to the hilt. He could feel his knob touching the interior walls of her womb and he knew he was filling her completely. He heard her give a little gasp and felt her pelvis jerking spasmodically against his own. Then he withdrew, leaving a void in the wake of his shaft, like an empty suction cup.
"Did I hurt you, Tina?" he said.
"Yes, darling. But it was wonderful. You're a little too much for me but I want you to go in again just like that, and again. Keep on fucking me right up to the hilt and I'll widen to take all of you. I'll say something if it hurts too much, don't worry, but I love it, love every glorious inch of you."
He went in again, like a piston sliding into an oiled shaft and again her strong young vaginal muscles closed around him, trying to hold his rod, to clamp around it and keep it inside her fragrant tunnel.
Ooooooohhhhhh..." she cried. "That's wonderful, my sweet. Just like that. Oh God, you're filling me up. I never dreamed I could take so much of any man. You're enormous, like a bull."
Where Stavros had clumsily rutted and fumbled and her father had used sheer brute force, John stroked and soothed, teased and coaxed, and at exactly the moment when she needed strong, thrusting firmness he changed tactics and plunged into her like an express train powering through the dark cavity of a mountain tunnel. He varied his technique with such skill and such concern for her pleasure, alternating tenderness and strength, and slow, easy strokes with quick, rigid ones, that she surrendered herself completely and absolutely to his control, letting him do what he wanted to with her body, content to follow his lead and accept each delightful surprise he had in store for her. Her legs were wrapped around his middle, clinging to him like a baby Koala bear clings to a tree trunk. The tender, sensitive area between her legs was completely filled, completely absorbed by him as he pumped in and out of her. She rotated her hips in response to him, building to his rhythm and shifting when he shifted, always eager to let him dominate and show her what it was he wanted her to do. She felt deli-ciously submissive, a love slave, a love object, and he was manipulating her the way he would play an instrument, drawing every pulsating beat of pleasure from her quivering body that it was possible to draw.
She felt the very core of her, the erotic center of her body, dark and wet and hollow close around him with each lunging, heaving thrust, and as his pelvis collided with her crotch her muscles strained, sucking and pulling at his erection, trying to draw him deeper inside of her.
No longer did he feel too big for her. He filled her completely but her vaginal nectar had soaked her thoroughly, lubricating and easing his shaft in and out, and her muscles had stretched luxuriously to accommodate the glorious largeness of him.
Tina was the tightest woman he had ever had. Her control of her muscles was instinctive, going back to some basic, primal skill the dark-eyed, olive-skinned Mediterranean woman had for making love and pleasing a man. He felt her vaginal tunnel close like a hand over his penis with every stroke, and when he withdrew it was against a powerful counter-force which tried to hold him inside her womb.
"Talk to me, sweetheart," Tina moaned as she felt the flood of searing wetness building in the heart of her loins and radiating through her body. "Tell me how you're fucking me, how your gorgeous big cock is plunging in and out of my little cunt like a sword."
"Sweet Tina," he whispered, "fucking your sweet little pussy is like fucking the softest of flowers, I can smell you and taste you and feel you all at the same time and I can feel the muscles of your juicy little cunt grabbing my cock like the soft, squeezing hand of a little girl."
"Oh yes, John darling ... oooohhhhhh ... in ... in ... in ... in..." she whimpered in time with his plunges.
Then all of a sudden it was out of control; she couldn't stop the gushing flow.
"Oh John, it's happening. Oh oh oh oh ... I can't stop it. . . " she cried.
"It's all right, Tina, you're coming. You're having an orgasm. Let yourself go."
She began to writhe and moan and buck her body against his as she lost herself in the profound and powerful flood that coursed through her body. She rose with it and felt the sticky juices shooting from inside her and in a delirium of ecstasy she thought she was going to flood the room. Then it subsided and began again, even stronger and wetter this time.
As he felt her have her fourth and then her fifth and then her sixth shattering orgasm John began plunging in and out with renewed vigor, drawing her pleasure to its highest peak, then releasing his own lava-like flood inside her, spurting his steaming juices explosively against the most secret and intimate walls of her womb, feeling her vagina sucking every wet burst, squeezing each drop out of him and absorbing it.
They lay in each other's arms for several minutes, too spent and exhausted to speak.
"Oh my darling," Tina said finally. "I never dreamed it could be that wonderful. What a beautiful fucking you gave me-it was my first real one and I'll never forget the feeling of your enormous cock inside me like that. How was I? Did I do everything correctly, the way you wanted me to? Oh, I want so much to please you."
"You were perfect, sweet little Tina. You have a talent for making love that most women don't learn in a lifetime. You're like a superb natural dancer ... all your movements are instinctive and graceful and right."
She hugged him, thrilled and delighted by his compliments, and she kissed his chest and felt his lips brushing against her hair.
Later he knelt beside her while she straddled the bidet in the bathroom and douched herself. He would reach out and touch the spread lips of her vagina, and she would shiver with pleasure and excitement.
At the door of the main house they both realized that it was the first time they had seen each other dressed and they burst into laughter simultaneously. Then he took her tenderly in his arms and she pressed her pelvis against his strong body while he kissed her, gently at first, then crushing her lips with his mouth, cupping her buttocks with his large hands at the same time.
"Oh John, I love you," she said just before closing the door and going inside. "No. Don't say anything. You don't have to love me. Just let me love you and fuck me again the way you fucked me tonight. Goodnight, my darling."
She shut the door and as John McCandless made his way down the lighted path toward the guest bungalows he couldn't get the supple, breathtaking teenager out of his mind, no matter how hard he tried and how impossible he knew the situation to be.