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The Package (What would you do?)

admin — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 08:46:03 +0000

One of the biggest advantages of moving into the condo after my divorce
at the age of 45 was the many benefits offered. In addition to the
luxury of not having to do menial chores like cutting grass and
shoveling snow, there were the many amenities offered. There was a
weight room, tennis court, basketball court and swimming pool. I
particularly liked the swimming pool, spending the bulk of my summer
weekends lounging around enjoying the many sights. A man should be good
at something and lounging around watching girls in bikinis is something
I do particularly well. Nobody can say I don't have talents. So when a
new piece of eye candy showed up at the pool recently parts of my
anatomy definitely took notice, and not just my eyes. 

When a shapely young woman in a red bikini shows up at the pool she is
bound to get a certain amount of attention. I know she had my full
attention. She had legs all the way up to her butt and what a perfect
butt it was. As she walked, her skimpy red bikini was bunching up in
her butt crack a bit. I felt like walking over and offering to
straighten it for her, with my teeth. She looked like she couldn't have
been a day over 25 though, and I was an old geezer of 46. She'd
probably slap me and call me a dirty old man if she caught me even
looking her way. I was probably as old as her father was, but hey, it
is not a crime to look. Thank God for that, because if looks and dirty
thoughts were illegal I'd be on death row. 

As the summer wore on, red bikini girl definitely gave me a good reason
to go to the pool. I was even showing up earlier than usual just to
maximize my fantasizing time. She was certainly an inspiration I can
say that. It would have been nice to see more of her, but that was
unlikely. You never really see much of your neighbors except at the
pool or in the rare event you run into them in the morning going to
work. 

One day while sitting on my balcony lot I got a pleasant surprise. It
was towards the end of the summer and it was a very overcast day. Not
being good pool weather, I decided to spend the afternoon on the
balcony with a book. My balcony overlooks the parking lot and I can see
the neighboring buildings surrounding the courtyard. A red convertible
pulled up in front of the next building and parked. The driver's door
opened and out stepped red bikini girl. Her long black hair dangled
seductively down her back and she looked sexy in her tight fitting
jeans. Heck, this girl would make a burlap sack look sexy. 

Oh my God, I thought. This girl lives right in the next building. Once
again my mind started racing, not that it takes much. I would never
really consider approaching a girl this young and hot. I have been
approached by much younger women on occasion, don't get me wrong. But
to approach a woman this hot and half my age would no doubt not have a
fairy tale ending. I admired the view for a few minutes as she gathered
her things and walked into the building and then went back to my book. 

Summer ended rather unceremoniously. The time I had spent at the pool on
the weekends was now spent on indoor hobbies. One of my hobbies is
collecting old cameras, Exaktas to be specific. Exaktas are a line of
cameras made by Ihagee Kamerawerk in Dresden from 1933 to the early
seventies. I found myself spending more afternoons on the computer
searching E-bay for various obscure items I did not yet have. 

One afternoon I got particularly lucky. I came across a mint 90/2.5
Angeniex automatic lens I needed to complete my set of chrome Angeniex
lenses. I was somewhat ecstatic when I won the auction and quickly made
my payment. So when a small box arrived on my doorstep a few days
later, I anxiously brought it in and set it on the kitchen table. I
took out a steak knife and quickly sliced it open. I then poured myself
a cup of coffee and sat down at the table eager to examine my new
purchase. I reached in the box expecting to see a nice mint chrome lens
and was somewhat shocked at what I found. 

Oh my God, I thought to myself. This won't fit on my camera. The item in
the box was not the lens I was expecting at all. It was a vibrator.
Yes, a vibrator. What was going on here, I thought to myself. I looked
at the address on the box. It was addressed to an Amanda Smith. I don't
know any Amanda Smith I thought to myself. I looked at the address. 246
Moonlight, that was right in the next building. I had been here over a
year and thought I knew everyone in the next building, at least by
name. I thought long and hard. Suddenly something else became long and
hard. Could Amanda Smith be red bikini girl? Am I really holding her
vibrator? 

I quick put the vibrator back in the box. I took a sip of my coffee. Now
what do I do, I thought. Should I throw it away and pretend nothing
happened? Should I keep it for company? Should I put the open box on
her doorstep and run? I thought and thought. The little devil on my
shoulder started to whisper in my ear. 

I finished my coffee and took a shower. I got out of the shower and
picked out a nice dress shirt and pants from the closet. I put on my
best cheap cologne. After putting my shoes on, I grabbed my keys and
the box and headed out the door. It was a crapshoot, but what had I to
lose? 

I walked next-door and stood in front of the entrance to number 246. I
took a deep breath and then rang the doorbell. In a moment an
extraordinarily hot young woman answered the door dressed casually in a
T-shirt and tight jeans. She stared at me with her big brown eyes. 

"Hi, I live next door." I started, "I got a package by mistake. I think
it belongs to you." 

She took the box and looked inside. She put her hand to her mouth and
giggled. 

"Yes. Yes, It does." She giggled as she spoke. Her smile made her look
even sexier, which I did not think possible. 

"Must get lonely at night." I made an attempt to ease the awkwardness. I
was feeling awkward anyway. 

"Yes." She started, "I'm new around here and I don't really know anyone
around here." 

"Well, I'm Alan." I said, "Now you know someone." 

"Yes, thanks for returning this." She started, "Would you like to come
in? I just put on some coffee." 

Wow, this was too good to be true I started thinking. This was like some
sort of fantasy. A super hot looking twenty something year old woman
inviting me in, vibrator in hand. 

I followed her into her condo getting a nice view of her rear end. Those
jeans look like they were painted on, I thought to myself. Made me wish
I had a can of paint remover. 

"You new in town?" I asked. 

"Yes, from Ohio. My job got transferred." She answered. 

She poured us each a cup of coffee as we sat at her kitchen table. The
last thing I really needed was more caffeine, but I was not going to
say no. The box with the vibrator sat on the table like an elephant in
the room. I thought hard trying to think of something cute to say that
would lighten the situation. I wanted to bring the conversation around
to the vibrator without being too direct. My mind was racing more than
usual, if that is possible. 

"So, how long do the batteries last in those things?" I can't believe
those words actually came out of my mouth. 

"Why do you want to know?" She laughed as she asked. 

"Oh, just curious." Best answer I could come up with. 

"Well, we'll just have to find out." She said coyly. 

She got up and walked over to a drawer in the kitchen. She opened the
drawer and took out a package of new batteries. She put the batteries
in the vibrator as I sat there and watched. I was so tempted to ask her
what happened to her old vibrator, assuming there was one. It would
have seemed really wrong if I asked if I could have it. 

She finished putting the batteries in and turned it on. She touched the
vibrator to the back of my hand. 

"Feel good?" She giggled. 

"Not me." I answered. 

She hesitated in her response. She just looked at me with a sly smile
for a minute. Finally, she spoke. 

"You really want to see?" She cooed. 

"Well, if you absolutely insist." I answered. 

Her asking me if I really wanted to see was like going into a store to
buy a lottery ticket and the clerk asking if you want the winning one. 

She hesitated for a moment once again. She then reached down and undid
her pants and pulled them off. She then walked over to me as I sat in
the kitchen chair and straddled my lap facing me. She took the vibrator
and slowly touched her womanhood, gently running it up and down her
moistening lips. I could see the juices glistening on the tip of the
vibe as she slowly worked it up and down. After a bit of playing, she
aimed the vibrator upwards and slowly inserted it into her wet pussy. I
grabbed her by the hips and leaned forward and delicately massaged her
engorged button with my tongue. The changing pitch of the vibe as it
eased in and out of her filled my ears. Her moans were steadily
increasing in intensity, at first competing with the buzzing then soon
drowning it out as she reached her first climax. 

I picked her up by the hips and laid her back on the kitchen table. I
opened my pants and dropped them and my underwear, relieving the strain
on my engorged cock. I pulled up her T-shirt exposing her perky young
nipples. I took the vibrator from her hand and gently eased it into her
soft folds, imitating the motions she had done minutes earlier. I then
bent over and kissed and sucked those gorgeous young breasts, her
hardened nipples tickling my lower lip. After a couple of minutes I
inserted the vibrator in her very wet pussy and mildly pressed it
upward toward her G-spot as I gently eased it in and out. I soon
withdrew it and replaced the fake cock with the real thing. We were
soon pumping away like animals as the kitchen table started to rock,
spilling over the coffee mugs. Shortly afterwards we both came together
as her tightening muscles threatened to squeeze the life out of my
cock. 

Afterwards, I helped her clean up the spilled coffee. We got our clothes
back on and sat around again at the kitchen table and chatted.

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Breakdown Chapter 17 C.R.E.W. Customs

admin — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 13:42:25 +0000

Chuck studied his naked wife seated at the table - on which she was just
fucked to insensibility - eating her breakfast as though nothing
unusual had transpired,   The only discontinuity was that she was stark
naked and semen from two recent johns was leaking a little from both
her cunt and her ass. "Baby, don't you think you should clean up a
bit." Chuck gently offered. 

"Sweetheart, Let me enjoy the feeling of a man's cum in me for a little
while. It makes me feel very sexy." Terry purred. 

"Sexy!  Damm woman you just planned, staged and performed a DP sandwich
threesome for the benefit of the hotel security cameras in the hallway
announcing to the world that you are a shameless exhibitionist and
insatiable slut. Sexy!  That's like calling the Titanic a boating
accident." Chuck exploded. 

"Maybe so, but who manned the video camera so we'd have our own full
color sound edition of that little play in one act." She countered. 

Before the teasing exchange could continue the telephone rang. "Hello"
Chuck answered and listened for a bit and then said "Sure, come up.
You'll give us a minute." And then to Terry "Get a robe on Please. The
resort general manager, Vince Maxwell, Sheriff Dillon's buddy and he
needs to speak with us." 

Terry grimaced in alarm and scooted into the bedroom to find a bathrobe.
She came back a re seated herself at the dinning table. "I wonder if we
are going to get thrown out because of our antics." She said to Chuck 

"No! I don't think so. I'd have heard something in his voice and all I
heard was good cheer." Chuck said as the door chime sounded. 

Vincent Maxwell turned out to be a very fit upper middle age guy, very
well but casually dressed, carrying a shopping bag which he sat down by
an empty chair at the dining table. "Hi! I am Vince Maxwell and you are
Terry and Chuck Stevenson. Welcome to Pine Slopes! Do you mind if I
pour myself some coffee?" He opened in a most friendly manner. 

"My main task today was to tell you about the group that will be
occupying almost all of the Tower and several surrounding units,
because they have some â€˜traditions' that you will see and find unusual.
First, I was able to upgrade you to the Presidential Suite because old
man Warner who owns Western Financial cancelled at the last minute. I
like the old man but think his kid is a prick, and was glad to fill
this suite so the â€˜crown prince' couldn't claim it. The only other
people staying on this floor will be two senior vice presidents and one
brings his wife. If the old man is the king these two are barons." 

"Second every other room in the Tower and most in surrounding lodges is
going to be occupied by the Western Financial C.R.E.W.  which stands
for Corporate Renewal and Energize Workshop'.  All the meals are
included - so I am pleased to tell you all your meals are also
included.  The CREW has a banquet every night and you'll have a special
table all to yourselves.  The participants are mostly men, with a
sprinkling of women executives and a few wives. It is possible that a
hand full of husbands accompany the women executives. I won't know
until the guests check in today starting at four and dinner is a
eight." 

"Third the dinners are followed by dances which is where things get
complicated. I have not been told â€˜the rules' but from what I have
observed, at the dances females are picked for assignations with senior
executives after the music stops. Everyone knows that it is going to
happen and all the ladies compete to be picked by higher ranking men.
The dinner dresses are all very revealing but there are some informal
standards.  Underwear is worn tonight but braless tomorrow and commando
the day after." 

"We have female wait staff serving dinner and while no one gets a bill,
our waitresses also compete to attract good cash tips, and so I impose
the same limitations on the degree of undress they can have out on the
banquet floor. After all who would even notice a coed serving you if
the lady guest next over was flashing her boobs."
"From what I can observe, Ladies chosen tonight will spend the evening
with the choosier. The choosier will often assemble a small harem so he
has several gals to please him for the balance of the night. At
tomorrow's banquet those chosen tonight will be able to do their own
choosing by selecting males that they want to sleep with that might
advance the family stature in Western Financial.  They could also find
themselves chosen again but only by an executive of rank higher than
the prior night's assignation.  They wear a series of colored ribbons
in their hair to signal this status." 

"What you have to know is that an invitation to dance is how the
executives choose their harem." 

"The fourth night is all together more extreme.  The dress code for the
lady guests and for the waitresses is nothing!  My girls serve nude and
the lady guests eat nude, Every door on every room in the Tower is open
and males wander about looking to get in line to take on any lady who
is willing. I honestly cannot work out the protocol issues but it seems
the free-for-all has rules where lower status men cannot venture to
tower flowers higher than some limit, and that the only way ladies can
use upper floors is to have been invited up on some earlier evening" 

"A bit of reassuring news, when the old man attended in prior years few
if any ladies were invited to the presidential suite and the door
stayed closed on the fourth night." 

"So this CREW week slides into an orgy with rules?" an incredulous Chuck
asked. 

"That's about it." Vince replied. "If you wish, I can set you evening
meals to be delivered by room service instead of having it served in
the banquet Venue." He offered. 

"We may not have returned from our planned sightseeing excursions to
nearby national parks and monuments in time to dress for a formal
dinner." Terry contributed. "So a room service delivery would let us
stay in our field clothes." 

"Well Yes!" Vince paused significantly and then added "That brings up
another point. With the Tower and the several nearby lodges filled with
Western Financial guests I will need every member of the wait staff and
the room service group working at maximum efficiency to get all the
meals served in a timely manner." Holding up his hand to forestall
questions Vince continued. "All of my male wait staff are hoping to be
on duty when the next order from the Presidential Suite arrives. Terry,
you have got to cut out seducing these kids. I cannot have them
vanishing by two's and three's for a half hour forty-five minutes for a
five minute delivery.  I was going to ask that only Chuck answer the
door, but my waitresses are all determined to take the measure of the
man who has kept an insatiable slut sexually happy for all these years,
so that's not a certain option." 

"Any way !    Here..." Vince said handing the couple the bag he brought.
"I think this is all the security video recorded of either of you since
your arrival. There may be pirate low res copies circulating, and
virtually all the kids on staff have seen the footage but I don't want
to hunt down any more so keep any adventures out of the elevators and
public areas please. Utah is not Nevada and it could cause me troubles.
" 

Terry, clearly embarrassed spoke first. "I am sorry Mr. Maxwell.."
"Vince!" He interrupted.       "OK Vince" Terry continued. "I never
wanted my adventures to cause anyone else any inconvenience and I
really understand how disruptive this could be to your need to have
your organization run efficiently. So no parties with your staff in the
room and no displays in the public areas.  I promise.  I'll also defend
my hubby against the onslaught of curious coeds." 

"That is good to hear! One more point and I'll let you enjoy the rest of
the day." Vince continued. "The Tower roof has a sundeck pool and
exercise equipment and is only accessible by stairways from this
penthouse floor. Since access to the penthouse is limited by key access
in the elevator, the guests who have the special elevator passes are
the only ones who can use the roof top facilities. In order to deliver
meals the room service staff have access to this floor through the
service elevator. During the week all the normal room service staff are
female." 

"The roof is above the line of sight of any structures nearby so it is
private enough to let waitresses get a tan without getting tan lines.
Male waiters have to get special permission to go to the penthouse so
it would be very rare for a waiter to get to the sun deck.  Penthouse
guests also have unlimited access. I'll show you the way up now." Vince
concluded. 

"So if we went up now the deck would be empty and Terry could sun
herself in privacy, and the only others on the property would be coeds
checked in but not on duty.  Sounds like a plan to me." Chuck laughed. 

"Pervert! Voyeur!" Terry Teased her husband. The day I can't keep your
attention away from some little college girl...   I'll be back in a
minute and you can show me the way Vince." Terry finished. 

She left the room and returned in a few moments with a beach bag and big
floppy hat. Other than that she was naked. 

"I am relieved." Vince said. "I was afraid I'd be the first man the
incredible Mrs. Stevenson has met in more than 36 hours who would have
to admit he hadn't seen her body up close and in the flesh." Vince
chuckled "Turn left out of the suite door Terry and we'll miss most of
the security cameras." 

Opening an unmarked door at the end of the hallway Vince said "After
you." 

Terry looked at him, smirked and stuck her tongue out "You just want to
look at my ass when I climb the stairs. You are a dirty old man like
Chuck!" 

"Guilty" The men replied in unison.                    "Now climb the
stairs and give us a show." Chuck added 

"Ahhh Terry, you seem to be leaking." Vince said catching the gleam of
semen on Terry's leg. "and I can see your service stripes." 

"Yeah She says she like the feel of semen loads in her cunt and ass, but
I think she just wants us to know she has recently been fucked. I don't
know if she is bragging about getting footballers to ball her or is
advertising for more." Chuck added in mock exasperation. 

"You know." Vince said. "I lived in Nevada a long time and I've seen all
sorts of gals with painted faces and padded boobs, stripping in clubs
and whoring in hotels. Few if any exude the sheer sensuality that Terry
does. That is one incredibly hot lady swinging he ass for our
entertainment. I hope you are not mad." 

"Hell No!  I was shocked yesterday. I got over that the first time I saw
her naked and confident she could fuck rings around two of the most
powerful men in the county, AND still have a hole left for me." Chuck
replied as they followed Terry prancing nude around the sundeck and
exercise equipment. 

"What is that?" Terry asked pointing to a closed in room near the end of
the pool. 

"Machinery enclosure." Vince replied                            "But why
is it equipped with a room air conditioner?" She asked 

"Um...  Well...  We also store some extra exercise equipment in there."
Vince temporized                     "Air conditioned Storage??" 

"Ok! OK!  Let me open the door." Vince said fishing another card key out
of his pocket.  Inside the room was partitioned so one half had pumps
heaters filters and chemical injectors just like the equipment the
Stevenson's have at home, but on the other side there were several
devices that looked a bit like the small gym at Helen's House and a
rack where restraints  dildos and other sex toys were neatly stored. In
the middle of the floor was a device that looked like a modified rowing
machine. 

"And this is....." Terry demanded imperiously.
"Exercise equipment." Vince Replied               "I'll just bet."
Terry retorted 

When she realized Vince was not going to amplify his statement Terry
challenged "OK  I want to use the equipment and I want you to show me
how it works and how to get the best workout while using it." 

Vince looked at Terry and then at Chuck and seeing no easy way out he
walked over to the device and grasped the handle that was pointing
straight up. He pulled in forward slowly and a rubber dong rose out of
the straddle seat, as he pushed the handle back to neutral the dong
went back down. As he pulled the handle backwards another dong rose up
a bit behind the first, and pulling the handle back to neutral the
second dong sunk back down. "It a rowing machine that you control by
how far forward you push it and how far backward you pull it." He said
giving the minimum possible explanation. 

"Chuck help me get this cleaned up because you'll also be expected to
clean it up after anyone uses anything." He said wiping the exposed
surfaces down with a disinfectant wipe and then towel dry. Holding out
a tray of rubber cock shapes he said "Terry choose one of each of these
two types. 

Terry picked up one after the other letting the suspense build before
handing two from the larger sizes to Vince. "I'll start with these." 

With Chuck watching carefully Vince exchanged the rubber add-ons and
gave the saddle a last wipe down. "Climb on Terry." He said. "I
recommend you set the neutral position to be just inside.... Eh! ...
Um!..... So neither becomes misaligned... and you inch the neutral
position upward with this thread adjustment...  Tell me how it feels." 

"Just Great." Terry blurted "What are these dials?' 

"They indicate the degree of charge built up in the battery by the
rowing action that is connected to a generator. The battery powers the
vibratory action you will feel after you have the rowing stroke
established." Vince explained  OK push the handles forward slowly ....
Now pull back to neutral... and pull back further .... Now push forward
to neutral.....OK how did that feel?" Vince asked. 

"Really good and I could tell this will work my arms shoulders and gut."
The naked woman replied 

Terry started the rowing cycle pushing forward and pulling back. The
effort was noticeable and after a few moments her eyes open wide in
surprise. "I imagine the battery charge is high enough to start the
motors that rotate and vibrate those tools." Vince observed "You will
have to stay right by her while she rides, because after repeated
orgasms riders have been know to become so enthralled they ride past
the point of exhaustion and cannot safely dismount. I'd give my
eyeteeth to watch this in real time but I have to be at my desk incase
of check-in problems." Vince instructed 

"Real tiime??" Chuck asked and Vince nodded significantly to the
security cameras covering the room. 

"These feeds ONLY go to my office. They are color and high resolution
and motion activated." Vince said as he left. "I'll burn you a CD." 

Chuck turned his attention back to Terry. She pushed the handle forward
leaning into the stroke giving the handle and the front dildo an
increased range of motion. On the draw Terry pulled the handles toward
her and then leaned back pulling further sliding the back dildo up and
deeply in. Chuck could hear the whine of the generator feeding current
to the apparatus battery which provided the juice to vibrate and rotate
the two rubber penetration tools. Cycle after cycle Terry pushed and
pulled bending further forward and back as she drooped into the rhythm
until with a distinct thump she hit the front safety stop and a moment
later another thump as she hit the back safety stop. 

By now Terry was panting both from arousal as well as from exertion. "I
cannot believe how this combination feels alternating between shoving
into my pussy and shoving into my ass. The faster I stroke the higher
the stored amperage is in the battery which in turn speeds up the
vibrator motors and increases the motion I can feel." She thought to
herself. What Chuck heard was an increase in the volume of the moans
and groans sighs and even giggles as Terry pumped the machine and
pleasured herself. 

Chuck checked the clock and saw his wife had been riding eleven minutes
when she began to show signs of imminent sexual release. The first
warning is Terry's trademark erolalia increasing in volume and
decreasing in coherence. The second was a pronounced flush covering her
skin and the final stage was earsplitting cry of ecstasy as she slumped
in the saddle and the handle moved to the disengaged position. 

When she recovered sufficiently she looked at Chuck "Honey I have found
the perfect home fitness appliance. Can we get one of our own?