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Authors name: Kristen (kristen078@hotmail.com)
Story title : Coming To America - Part THREE
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Coming to America
by Kristen
-= Chapter 3 =-
Nikki - Truly Happy at Last
Scott was drunk. He'd had a terrible day, and he just
wanted to lose himself in a haze of alcohol. He was
sick at heart, and felt he just couldn't take any more.
He knew he was one of the most successful businessmen
in the world, but sometimes feelings of pessimism
seemed to overwhelm him and he just had to go away and
steep himself in alcohol for a day or two. It never
made him feel better, but he had to do it. He supposed
it was his most serious character flaw.
Meanwhile, Nikki had been trying to get Scott Williams
on the phone for almost a day and a half. She felt
terrible about having put him off the other day. He'd
wanted to take her on a picnic and she'd been pretty
cavalier with him - telling him that she had shoots to
do, and that he knew this, and wasn't he supposed to
be doing something in San Francisco?
She'd even mocked what she called his childish behavior.
She regretted it now, but he'd taken off and no one
seemed to know where he'd gone.
Finally she called Ben Buccannon, who was like a grand-
father to the young woman. He said that Scott sometimes
needed to get way from the pressures of work, and that
he had a rustic cabin, in upstate New York, to which
he'd probably gone for the weekend.
Nikki could tell that Ben wanted her to look up his
friend and colleague and make him feel better. Her
guilt was such that she wanted to see him too; and if
possible to make amends.
Scott was 39 years old to Nikki's 19, and there had so
far been no romantic element in their relationship, at
least on Nikki's side. She was happy with her new life,
and her lover, Rachel, kept her well oiled as far as
sex was concerned.
The thought had never entered her pretty head that this
successful older man, her "boss," might have romantic
feelings for her, though if she'd given it any thought
she might have seen the signs.
She knew that she was sexy-looking; someone in her
position heard that constantly. However, after doing
a number of photo shoots, with people telling her all
the time that she was beautiful, the compliment rather
lost its meaning.
She didn't think she was that exceptional; she thought
her roommate was more exotic-looking than she was, and
she'd said it again and again. Her African heritage,
combined with great genes, had made Rachel's one of
the most pleasing bodies Nikki had ever seen.
The Russian stopped thinking about her voluptuous
roommate and returned to the problem at hand. She
couldn't understand why a man like Scott would go off
the 'deep end' like that. However, she did know that
she liked him, and that she owed him her present
happiness, and she determined to get to the bottom of
things.
Nikki had gotten her driver's license only two months
before. There was a time in her life that she hadn't
even considered driving a car, much less the sleek
silver Jaguar coupe that purred under her as she drove
out of Manhattan, heading for the mountains (or what
passed for mountains in New York State), occasionally
glancing at her map to keep orientated.
Mr. Buccannon had tried to insist that a company
limousine drive her, but she felt the need to get away
from the city and its trappings. She was, after all, a
country girl herself. She'd grown up in a village in a
remote part of Russia, isolated and insulated from the
outside world, and even though she'd never regretted
her move to America, she still missed the majesty and
silence of the mountains and forests of her homeland.
She had started her trip with the top down, and the
city temperature hovering around 88 degrees. She had
been told that this was unusually hot for September,
and she agreed. However, as she reached the foothills
the temperature dropped noticeably.
She continued up the mountain road, and dusk began to
fall, so she stopped and turned on the automatic
mechanism for bringing the canvas roof up over her
head, then latched it down.
Driving for another hour brought her to the little
hamlet Benjamin Buccannon had mentioned. Nikki pulled
into the parking lot of a 7-11 and walked inside. The
girl at the counter looked up, then did a double-take.
Nikki asked: "Can you please tell me if Ravens Lake is
on the road going right from here? I think it is, but
I want to make sure I don't get lost in the dark."
The girl behind the counter stared, mouth agape, and
mumbled: "Huh-huh, it's that way. Are you who I think
you are?" She pointed down the road to the right, but
she seemed to have something else on her mind.
Nikki was used to hero worship, and knew how to handle
it. "If you mean, am I Nikki, then yes I am, but if
you thought I might be your cousin, well... that's
possible too, because my family also lives in the
country." She smiled at the girl's awed expression.
After autographing her picture on the cover of the
current Vogue, and verifying that the lake was where
she thought it was, she hopped back into the Jaguar
(the sales clerk following her every move through the
window) and sped down the road.
It was dark when she arrived. The cabin was small, but
well-positioned on the side of a hill overlooking the
lake. Nikki couldn't make out much in the way of
features in the dark, so she parked the car at the
roadside and walked up the track.
It took about ten minutes to reach the cabin. During
the climb she kept her eyes on the place, searching
for some sign of life. When she finally reached the
cabin door, and knocked several times without getting
any reply, she walked around the structure, wondering
where Scott might have gone.
Maybe he hadn't been there after all; perhaps Ben had
been mistaken. She tried knocking at the door again,
then decided that her friend and boss couldn't be
there. Nikki decided to see if she could get into the
cabin. She could stay the night, then head back to
town the next day.
Trying the door, she found it unlocked. 'Strange to
leave your home unlocked when you don't live there the
year around,' she thought.
She walked in and tried the light switch. It worked.
The cabin lit up with a cheery soft light that
instantly made her feel safe and, somehow, at home.
She explored the four rooms and bath, made herself a
sandwich, took a hot, relaxing bath and went to bed.
She decided to use the master bedroom.
She was surprised to find that the bed had been slept
in, and smelt Scott's after-shave on the sheets. She
liked the idea of sleeping on his rumpled sheets;
besides, she liked his smell.
It had been a long day and she drifted off to sleep in
less time than it takes to say it, dreaming dreams of
clear air, and pine-scented woods...
She was jolted into wakefulness when the bed she was
sleeping on began to bounce. Someone had just thrown
himself onto it. It was obviously a man, a very drunk
man.
Nikki realized that it was Scott, and her fear fell
away, to be replaced immediately by guilt and shame
that she had hurt him, maybe even made him come here
to lick his wounds. Tears welled as she reached for
her friend. "Scott?"
She touched him and felt naked flesh. She ran her hand
down his arm until she touched his stomach. He was
naked! Oops! How embarrassing!
She was here uninvited, an intruder, and he was naked,
expecting to crash out on his own bed and sleep off his
drunk. What was she to do?
The answer wasn't left up to her. When Scott felt the
hand on his stomach, his drunken state made him react
without rational thought.
He reached down and caught the delicate hand resting
on his stomach, and pushed it onto his crotch. He gave
no thought to why someone was in his bed, or even
whether that someone was male or female. In the state
he was in he reacted instinctively to the touch of
another human being's hand on his hot, naked flesh.
Nikki was taken aback as she felt her hand maneuvered
onto Scott's sexual organ. He insistently rubbed her
open hand up and down his penis, obviously demanding
stimulation.
At first she tried to pull her hand free. She had never
thought to be in this position with her boss, and knew
that it wouldn't be good to be caught in his bed. But
he was raging drunk and wouldn't let her go.
Nikki wondered: if she masturbated him to orgasm, would
he fall asleep? Then she could sneak out and he
wouldn't remember. She recalled a similar experience
she'd had on a Lear Jet when she first came to America,
not more than a year ago. The thought that all men were
pigs went fleetingly through her mind, but the
difference between now and the previous time was that
she liked this man. She respected him, and owed him her
happiness.
So why not make him feel better? His current state was
probably her fault anyway. So Nikki gently wrapped her
long delicate fingers around Scott's thickening erec-
tion and she began slowly pumping up and down on his
shaft. She held firmly to the skin, moving it up and
down over the nerve-rich helmet of his engorged prick.
Scott obviously enjoyed this, and turned on his side
to face her. He brought his mouth down to hers and
began a very sloppy French kiss.
Nikki could smell his favorite liquor on his breath as
he forced his tongue between her lips. It almost tasted
like pure whisky. She thought: 'Well, I've always liked
his Kentucky mash whisky. I wonder if I could get high
on his saliva?'
She became a little frightened by the urgency of
Scott's kissing, and increased her hand movements
between his legs, hoping to get him off before some-
thing happened that both of them might regret in the
morning.
What Nikki couldn't know, with her limited experience,
is that alcohol and orgasms don't mix. Scott wasn't
about to have an orgasm, no matter how long she pumped
his cock. He could last as long as he wanted. If he'd
been sober, he'd probably have come at the touch of the
Russian girl's velvety skin on his, but Scott wasn't
thinking.
For much of the time he hadn't realized whom he was
with. But he did know that he wanted to fuck. He'd
wanted to fuck for a long time, and with that thought
running through his alcohol-soaked brain, he rolled on
top of Nikki's smaller body, pushing his cock between
her naked legs.
The aggressive move took her breath away. She knew, as
Scott brushed her hand away from his massive hard-on
and mounted her, that he intended to fuck her. Short of
knocking him out with a lamp, she would have to take
it lying down, so to speak.
This would only be the third time for Nikki to be with
a man. The first was with a boy her own age, the second
a lecher who had effectively raped her, and now, with
a handsome millionaire, so drunk he didn't even
recognize her.
But she was wrong about his state of mind. Scott had
had a lot to drink, but he had known for some time who
she was. When he first realized it he'd tried to pull
away, and had intended to get up and leave the room,
but when Nikki grasped his cock he'd almost jumped
through the roof. And when she started to masturbate
him, he couldn't help himself.
He'd been attracted to this girl ever since he laid
eyes on her. Like every other heterosexual male in the
world, he'd wanted to have sex with her, but had always
forced the feeling way down inside. Now that she had
her hand on him, though, his inhibitions were gone, and
his hormones were raging, demanding to be satisfied.
Nikki, of course, couldn't know that what she'd done
had made all this happen; all she knew was that she was
about to get fucked by her boss, and that everything
would be different from then on. She was frightened.
Her heart pounded in her lovely chest as Scott raised
his buttocks into the air and positioned his swollen
cock at her unprotected opening.
Then he thrust himself into her little piece of heaven.
It felt to him exactly as he'd imagined it would -
tight and moist and hot. He could feel her vaginal
walls expand around his shaft as he penetrated her,
grasping him tightly as he bottomed out deep inside
her.
He had known she would be marvellous, and as his
stomach came to rest against hers he opened his eyes
opened and said: "Nikki, I love you."
Nikki was shocked into stillness as she realized that
the man on top of her - who was now so deep inside her
- wasn't so drunk that he hadn't realized what he was
doing. She didn't immediately know how to react, though
her instinct told her to stop him. She wasn't on the
pill - with Rachel, she hadn't needed to be - and she
expected to be ruined if she became pregnant.
However, she suddenly realized that she loved this man,
and was not prepared to stop what was happening between
them, no matter what the consequences might be. So,
like countless women before her, and after, Nikki threw
caution to the wind and lay back to enjoy the sensa-
tions of the moment.
She would always remember the feeling of making love
for the first time with the man she loved. It was so
different from any other sexual experience. She wanted
his body. She wanted him to fill her, to spread her
wide. His muscles rippled as he humped her, while she
roamed her hands over his back and buttocks. It felt so
wonderful when he moved inside her body.
Scott, meanwhile, could hardly believe what he was
doing! Sure, he'd wanted it for a long time, but
actually to be doing it with her magnificent body, and
with her loving acceptance!
They had become as one; each of his thrusts was met by
a counter-thrust from her hips, pushing forward to meet
him. As their movements increased in speed, Nikki
wrapped her long legs around Scott's heaving hips and
lost herself in the joys of rhythmical sexual friction.
They reached the peak of ecstasy in perfect unison.
From somewhere far away Nikki heard her familiar cry
of joy, the one that only Rachel had heard before,
whenever an exceptional orgasm racked Nikki's young
body.
This time, her orgasm was enhanced by Scott's throbbing
tool squirting jets of cream deep inside her. She
thought she could actually feel his sperm splashing
deep inside her, thought she may have imagined it.
"Oh, how marvelous!" she breathed shakily, continuing
to cling to Scott's sweat-soaked body as they both
drifted off to sleep.
His last conscious thought was: 'Hmmm, what a great way
to go to sleep. Think I'll stay snuggled inside my
honey all night..."
Both were smiling contentedly.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Nikki was home at last. Now she was completely happy
in America. Her family was doing well; she had been
able to send enough money for them to could live any-
where they wanted, and to live like kings too.
They wanted her to come back to Russia, so she was
going to have to talk Scott into taking a vacation
there with her...
Yes, she was truly happy. She had many friends, a
wonderful job, and Scott and Rachel were wonderful
lovers... life was good indeed!
FINI
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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) November 1997 Last ed. 04/14/00
Kristen Kathleen Becker
Author contact address: Kristen078@Hotmail.com
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