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If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text Archive name: tahoe.txt (MF) Authors name: Kristen (kristen078@hotmail.com) Story title : Lake Tahoe Part 2 Last Edited 03/22/00 by Ian ------------------------------------------------------ -= This work is copyrighted to the author (c) 2000. =- Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non- commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ Lake Tahoe Part 2 of 2 (MF) By Kristen Kathleen Becker *** Andy pulled out his laptop and turned it on, then began, smiling coyly, and brought up picture after picture. I was surprised by the screen quality. (My laptop has a liquid crystal screen, and pictures don't look that great on it.) It was soon obvious that little Andy was a "doggy-style" man. Just about all his pictures were of couples having sex doggy-style. (It amazes me that people can get caught up in one thing to the exclusion of all the other good stuff in the world.) After I'd gone through just a part of his picture collection, I could tell he was becoming aroused. This I didn't need. However, his computer was sitting on my lap, and its warmth was heavenly. I couldn't believe he didn't know I was getting all this great heat. If I said I'd had enough of his pictures he'd probably turn the computer off, and I defi- nitely didn't want him to do that. So we continued looking at his adolescent dream-scapes for another hour or so, when the computer started to beep a 'low battery' warning. Disappointed, but now reasonably warm, I watched him turn it off and stow it in his carry-on. Andy had surprised me with a "guy" collection just before the battery warning went off. He had a nice collection of men, and I have to admit that looking at them had made me a little warmer than I would have been otherwise. I've always loved to look at naked men - not that I've had all that many chances to do it. It took Jeff a little while to get used to me always asking him to take his clothes off. As far as I'm concerned, if the heat's up in the apartment there's no reason for him to wear clothes. And he looks so nice naked. We sat for another hour in the cold, when I felt that I had to pee, and it soon became an urgent problem for me. If I'd been alone I might have just used the Burger King coke cup that was sitting in its holder, but with Andy in the car that was out of the question. At last I said: "I gotta pee. I'll be right back." I'd been gone no more than a couple of minutes, taking care of my urgent business, before I was back in the driver's seat. I immediately felt like knocking little Andy Pascoe's block off, even though his dad was my boss. The little shit had dug my computer out of my carry-on and was running it, warming his lap. "HEY! BOZO! What the hell do you think you're doing?" I yelled in my most commanding tone. He looked up at me, a cherubic smile on his face, and said two words that stopped me in my tracks: "Kristen's Collection." I was speechless. I'd never thought about the consequences of having someone actually find out my other identity. I thought about being fired from my job; about this little jerk telling the whole world who I was. I mean, he had access to my home address, my home phone. Then he said: "Guess I didn't know what I was talking about, did I? So you're Kristen, huh? Who'da guessed?" He looked at me when the computer battery started beeping. "You ought to keep it charged better," he said, as he shut it down. "I was using it on the plane. Now give it here! If you say anything to anyone I'll have to have you murdered. I hope you know that!" Andy just smiled and said: "I hadn't thought about it before, but this gives me a little power in our relationship, doesn't it?" "Relationship? We don't have a relationship. You're just a twerpy snoop who should have his legs broken at the knees." I knew I probably sounded pretty stupid, but I was flustered, and didn't know what else to say. "God, it's cold in here!" he said. "Don't worry about me saying anything. We're going to freeze to death tonight, anyway. I'm starting to wonder if we're going to make it." His teeth had started to chatter from the I was worried too. Not so much about dying, but frostbite was a real threat. "Come on," I said "let's get in the back of the truck. If we lie down next to each other and cover ourselves with everything we have, maybe our combined body heat will give us some warmth." It was all I could suggest. Ever since I'd been outside to pee, I hadn't been able to get warm. I was starting to lose feeling in my toes, and the last thing I wanted was frozen toes. We climbed into the back of the Blazer and threw all my spare clothes on top of us. I rolled over on to my side and told Andy to spoon me. I thought I'd better throw in a warning. "But don't get any stupid adolescent ideas!" After what felt like weeks I looked at my lady's Swiss Army watch. It glowed back at me, almost mockingly. We'd lain there for less than twenty minutes. My toes were completely numb, and the cold was creeping up my legs. In fact, I was so cold by then that I knew I wouldn't be able to walk, even if there'd been some place to walk to. I asked Andy: "How do you feel?" "I'm really cold; what's worse, I'm horny. Have you any idea what lying like this is doing to me?" His voice cracked on "this". Normally I'd have good-naturedly teased him about his voice, but at that moment I was in pain. Slowly I came to the realization that we were in terrible trouble. If someone didn't come down the road soon, we might both be damaged for life. I pictured my feet with no toes, and me hobbling around on stumps for the rest of my life. The vision sparked me into action. The same thought kept running through my head. It was a saying that a girlfriend of mine used a lot. "Have you ever noticed that having sex will make a head-cold or an allergy go away. It's as if, while you're 'doing it', your body corrects any malfunction, or your mind regulates the body to make it feel better." She thought that this proved that mind always won over matter. A little hesitantly, I asked Andy: "How do your feet feel?" His response was muffled. "Like needles are being stuck in them. I'm so cold I don't think I can take it much longer." With a resigned sigh, I reached out my hand behind me and cupped his crotch. "How does this feel?" I asked. "Hey!" he yelped, his voice breaking again in his surprise. I felt his body jump when my fingers gripped him through his pants. Many thoughts ran through my mind right then. I listed the reasons why I shouldn't be doing this, and almost as quickly answered myself. I said to myself: 'I shouldn't do this because it would be cheating on Jeff.' I answered that objection with the argument that he would under- stand that the situation called for drastic action.' Then I thought: 'I don't have any condoms', and just as quickly my brain manufactured the obvious answer: 'Andy's obviously a virgin, so I won't catch anything from him'. Boom, another problem: 'You'll get fired if his dad finds out you fucked his little pride and joy'. Of course, the choice between death and dismissal was easy to make. Soon I'd reconciled myself to what I was going to do. I began to massage Andy through the material of his pants. He quieted down for a bit and just lay there, letting me fiddle with him. Very soon, however, he began writhing around behind me. It occurred to me that it wasn't good enough just to get him off. We needed to generate some serious body heat, and for both of us. At the same time I realized that Andy wouldn't last very long the first time. So I rolled over to face him and started kissing him. (I love kissing guys. It's even better than dancing with them, and I LOVE to dance.) It never fails to get me going when I kiss a guy, even Andy, and I badly needed to get myself in the mood for what I knew had to be done. He was kissing me back now. I could barely make out his face in the dark as we kissed. His eyes were closed tight and he had this desperate look on his face. I could tell he was lost in the sensations of the moment; it was touching to see his urgency. I kept my eyes open and watched him responding to me. After a short while I steeled myself to take the next step. Andy needed to get that first orgasm out of the way, and I didn't want to have to lie in his wet spots the rest of the night. That left me with a decision: which way to take him. I decided quickly, and used both hands to unfasten his pants. I figured he'd last about ten seconds, and I didn't want him spurting all over everything. Pants unfastened, boner out and waving. I shut my eyes and kissed it. I was worried that if I played around he'd make that mess I didn't want over me, so I gave him one of my Jeff specials. Jeff likes it best when I give him lots of lip friction in fast, deep dives, at each withdrawal swirling my tongue on the under- side and at the little flange round the head. I do that ten or twelve times, then take him in my hands and slowly jack his long wang, then make the dives again. I repeat that till he can't hold back any more, and I either take him internally or let him shoot all over the place. I only do it, though, when I want to reward him for something really nice he's done for me; otherwise I'm a little more selfish about sex. With little Andy it took just three dives before he was groaning and jerking around under me. I was enjoying myself until an uncomfortable thought popped into my mind while Andy was pumping his sperm down my throat. I was 'cheating' on Jeff. Next moment I was mad at Jeff for making me feel guilty. Didn't he want me to stay alive and in one piece? It's not as if I was going to run away with this kid or anything. (Isn't it funny how we can turn blame around for anything if we need to?) I continued swallowing Andy's sperm, though I was beginning to find it heavy going. By the time he had his last spasm in my mouth I was feeling a little bloated. Although though I was a little queasy from taking so much of a strange guy's spunk, I preferred that to having it freeze on our skin, or on the carpet underneath us. Andy's eyes were still closed, and my hand was still on his nice looking cock. I took the opportunity to examine it as it stuck out of his pants fly. It had the nicest shape. I've only seen a few guys' cocks in real life, but his was one of the nicest weenies I'd ever seen. It was kind of thick, and probably about five inches long; it looked like a sculpture. I'm not making a lot of sense, am I? I guess you had to be there to know what I'm talking about. Although I felt a little better, blood circulation-wise, my toes were still numb, and I knew that I needed some real exertion, and also what I had to do to get it. So I unzipped my black ski pants and pulled one leg off. Andy was lying on his back watching me struggle with my pants. He looked amused, the little crud. I knew I'd lose body heat by taking my pants off, but couldn't figure out any other way to do what I had in mind. I also knew I needed to be on top if I really wanted to get my circulation to flow properly. When I'd taken my pants off one leg, I put on one leg of another outfit on my other leg, leaving the essential area bare while at the same time protecting my legs from the cold. I mustn't lie; I was dripping with anticipation. My sex life had focused on Jeff for the past 18 months, and before that, sporadically, on two other guys. So this was new and exciting to me, no matter how much I wanted to pretend it was a life-saving exercise. I knelt beside Andy and unbuttoned his pants, opening his fly completely. Then I tugged at his waistband, and pulled his pants part-way down his thighs. YES! He really looked good to me. What I could see of his stomach was really tight. He didn't have a lot of hair on his body, reminding me a little of a muscular female, except that his cock was fully hard and waiting. I didn't want to wait any longer myself. I knew I was wet enough for him, so I straddled his body and took his shiny cock in my hand, then sank down on it. I've another confession to make: he felt lovely inside me, his thick cock completely filling me up. I immediately started to ride him; his father couldn't have stopped me at that moment if he'd shown up and knocked on the window. Andy was watching me; I could tell, even with my eyes closed. I was thrusting my hips forward without rising up, like a lady bronco rider, rubbing myself as hard as I could against him, luxuriating in the feeling of him inside me. It had been a long time since I'd experienced the thrill of sex with a stranger. I thought a little guiltily about Jeff, and then about how it had been with him the first time. I'd seduced him on the balcony of my little apartment. I remembered how good it had felt to have Jeff on top of me that lazy afternoon; to have his strong, Nordic cock thrusting deep inside me. "Ooooohhhh GOD! YES!" I was coming on top of Andy in one of the most intense orgasms I think I've ever had. Thinking about fucking Jeff while I was really doing it to Andy just seemed to push me over the edge. My body was shivering on top of Andy's, and he was gasping as I rammed him as deep as I could into me. He felt so good! I watched his stomach muscles flex as he thrust back rhythmically at me. He suddenly looked as if he found it hard to catch his breath, and began gasping for air. As he raised his upper body to hug me I knew he was having his own orgasm deep inside me. The thought of a stranger coming inside me brought on another, more leisurely, orgasm as I continued to rub myself luxuriously against him, taking him in as deep as he would go. He held on to my neck for almost a full minute before falling back to the floor of the Blazer with a sigh that told me he was done. I leaned forward and kissed him, making sure he stayed inside me while we embraced. Meanwhile I realized my toes were feeling normal again; in fact I felt quite flushed and in rude health. I looked up and noticed that the wind- shield was completely fogged up, and tried to calculate how long we could keep our pleasant afterglow. I figured we'd be OK for a half-hour or so. I looked at my watch and saw that it was 1am. Hmmm, at this rate we were going to be awfully tired tomorrow. Let's see, 1am, half an hour of warm blood circulation... say, dawn at 7am, maybe 8 before anyone gets down here. Let's see... How often do we need to. ..? Epilogue: It was almost 8am before a snowplow came down the road, with the highway patrol following behind. The patrolman was amazed that we were so fit after the night we'd endured. He fixed our fuse and let us go on our way. Andy and I dragged ourselves through the Wednesday morning meetings. His father let us go after the noon break because we looked so tired. I let Andy stay with me that afternoon, as a special good-bye for both of us. We'll always be special friends, and I don't think I need to worry about him giving any secrets away. He's now on my story list; in fact, he'll be getting this. (I tried to encourage him to write the same story from his perspective, and hope he does; it would be interesting to read.) Oh, one more thing. I kicked some butt on the slopes on Saturday - though my ski outfit did look a little rumpled. * Acknowledgments: All my thanks... to Stephen for his encouragement and proofing and to Ian for doing such a good job editing my little story. (c) April 1998 -- Last ed. 03/18/00 - Kristen Kathleen Becker - Kristen078@Hotmail.com MY STORY PAGE http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kristen/www/stories = or = http://kristenstories.web1000.com/ * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with strangers. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* un- protected sex with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ~~~~~~~~ "You'll find that many of the things we hold to be true, are only that, from a certain point of view." -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+