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Subject: {ASSM} (new) James62 (mf+ rom)
Date: Mon,  4 Nov 2002 15:10:06 -0500
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James Part IX.
Soaring Visions

James 62

The condo was actually just across the road from the marina, one of a dozen
two-storey wood frame cottages with birch shingles and siding that rested on
2 feet tall stilts. We drove up a long cart-wide driveway, past a
well-tended garden to the mid-building entrance.
   "Wait, ladies," I handed Sara the box of condiments, "Let's do this
right.." And lifted them both up in my arms.
   "Ohhhh!" Sherri laughed, "Such chivalry!" and hugged herself and Sara on
me.
   "Hmmm, I LIKE this!" Sara whispered and left wet kisses on my neck.
   I grunted and groaned up the steps and fumbled into an enclosed porch.
The front door was locked and they spent an inordinate amount of time
rooting in my pockets for the key.
   "Hey, let's just use this to batter our way in!" Sherri giggled, hefting
my club.
   Fortunately Sara had the door opened by then and I carried them inside a
marble-tiled foyer. To our right was a brightly lit kitchen with a breakfast
nook. I turned left into a large, well-furnished living area with a gas
fireplace at the far corner. Full height cathedral windows looking into the
front garden added to the spaciousness.
   I let the girls down and collapsed in the Lazyboy. "Man, you girls weigh
a ton!"
   They slid onto my lap and nestled on me, "Is it because all your blood's
gone someplace else?" Sherri slipped her hand over my lap. They kissed me,
"Now that we're officially yours, I suppose you're expecting us to perform
our wifely duties...?"
   I mulled it over, "Hmmm, you're right, woman... How 'bout you gettin' me
a cold beer?"

= = =

I was allowed back in the house after I picked up the groceries they asked
for, including beer.
   The girls had moved our gear inside and had set up shop in the kitchen.
Sherri was filleting two of the smaller fish as Sara prepared the 4P's To-Go
for Blackened Fish.
   "How do you know how much goes in the mix?" I asked, as I put stuff away
and started the rice.
   "Simple! You just put in whatever you want and brag that yours IS the
original recipe!" Sara laughed, "Actually the rule of thumb is 1-2-1-2. One
portion for each of the 4P's, 2 for Salt; single T-O and double G-O."
   She licked her finger and grimaced, "Whoosh! Hot!" She breathed, blinking
back tears, "Which makes it about right... The important thing now love, is
to find a place to cook it." She pointed to a set of sliding doors behind
the dinette. "Outside!"
   The doors opened into a large enclosed porch at the rear of the house,
with lounging chairs and a big patio table. It looked into a wide tidal bay
and the stilts allowed us to sit right over the water. An adjoining open sun
deck held a fancy Bar-B-Que.
   We moved the food outside and Sara placed a heavy skillet over the side
burner. Sherri brought out a cup of butter she had been gently melting in
the microwave.
   "Besides the ingredients, there are two secrets to good blackened fish,
the first is to clarify the butter," She skimmed the foam and poured the
clear golden liquid into the skillet, keeping the milk curd behind. As she
waited for the oil to heat up in the skillet, she pat dried the fillets and
moistened them with more oil, then she transferred them to a bed of her
peppery concoction, massaging them until they were covered evenly with the
spice.
   The pan was smoking hot before she laid the fish slices in, "And the
other secret is to wait until the oil is super hot. Some cookbooks call it
red-hot; Mom just calls it fire-alarm hot, meaning it's smoking enough to
set them off." She waited until the fish was cooked on one side, then added
the milky leftovers from the butter before flipping them and allowing it to
char. An errant whiff of the fumes left me coughing and crying
uncontrollably.
   "Now you know why you have to cook this outdoors - it's been known to
fumigate entire neighborhoods!" Sara laughed and helped me wipe my eyes.
   By the time the fish was cooked Sherri had reappeared with salad, rice
and creamed corn.
   It was a simple meal and it was simply delicious; the delicate sweetness
of the corn on rice perfectly offsetting the tangy spicy richness of the
fish. It was made complete when Sherri offered me a beer.
   "I've been thinking about the wing, you know." Sherri said.
   "Yeah," Sara nodded, "It's too vulnerable to impacts on the water..."
   "So, I think we'll have to use a more aggressive foil, and make it delta
shape. For strength." She went and retrieved the laptop. "We should be able
to go 3.5:1 aspect and get the 'sink' we need in, mmmm... 12 sq-inches. Add
50% to the thickness for strength and incur a penalty of another 2.2lb of
drag... About 10-1/2 lbs." She smiled, "Yeah, looks like a 5" wide delta
with a 3" chord should do it." She looked at me, "You know what that means,
sweetheart?"
   I sighed "Spending hours slaving over a piece of wood...?" I looked
piteously at her, "Losing my beauty sleep; getting old and wrinkled." I held
out my hands, "Not to mention getting splinters in these instruments of
pleasure..."
   After they managed to stop laughing, Sherri took them and kissed them,
"They're not too shoddy, at that, but think of the incredible sex that we'll
be saving up to give you!" She patted my cheeks, "And sweetie you don't have
to do it tonight - tomorrow would be fine. After I check these figures out
with..." She stopped, "Uh-ohh... No Internet!"
   "And we don't have any dial-up access here either!" Sara added.
   "Wait a sec..." I plugged the Wireless Network Card in the slot, "If
there're anybody with Wireless 400 feet around us... Hmmm, no luck." I
waited another 30 seconds, then unplugged it, "If they're close enough and
have no encryption, we could piggyback to use their Internet."
   "Isn't that awfully risky? Security-wise for them, I mean."
   "Yes and no - if they haven't enabled file sharing, they're safe enough.
And the Internet works independently of that anyways." I explained.
   "Hmmm," Sara said slowly, "Didn't Al say that they're networked all over
the island already?"
   There were dozens of battery-exchange stations across the island to
replenish drained golf-cart supplies and they were constantly monitored to
make sure there were enough charged units to go around. They had installed a
Microwave network to link those and the offices together.
   "Which should include the marina, right?" She concluded.
   We went across and sure enough their office computer was networked. I
transferred the connection to the laptop and got on the 'Net using the
standard settings.
   As Sherri verified her numbers, Sara and I went to look at Gyro.
   The staff already had her up in slings, after changing the oil and filter
and the lubrication in her transmission and lower-end. They had removed and
were working on the dual propellers, filing to take the nicks and scratches
out and, after re-balancing them, they would be re-anodizing them to
minimize friction.
   "How far do you think it is between here and the condo?" Sara suddenly
asked.
   "No more than 200 feet, more like 150..." I stopped, "Hey, yeah! We can
try the Wireless hub from here!" I stared at Sara and shook my head.
   "What?" She laughed, "Why the look?"
   "I can't figure out whether I love your mind or your bod more!"
   "How 'bout you love my mind now and my bod later?" She grinned widely. We
went back to Sherri and wrote Jules to have her bring a Wireless box down
for us to try.
   We locked the laptop away and strolled down the colorful 'strip'
adjoining the marina. Away from the main-stream 'pro' shops and fast-food
franchises, Creek Lane, as it was known, featured karaoke's, video arcades,
souvenir shops and quaint eateries, and most were alcohol-free to cater to
the teenagers that abounded. Al had distributed signs and banners
proclaiming a 'Sea and Sand' weekend with boat competitions and cookouts,
culminating in our 'record-breaking' run on Monday and the launch-picnic to
a 'real Treasure Island' afterwards.
   We passed by a cafe called The Salty Dog and it was noisier than most -
the kids were all singing and laughing inside. A dark haired man came up and
shook my hand, "Hi, I'm Salty Dog Dave, we're looking for a last entry in
our Talent Show tonight, are you interested?"
   "As long as it's not too late, we have a curfew..."
   "No, won't be late at all!" He said as he ushered us inside. "We'll put
you on next!"
   "What talents are you demonstrating?" Sara whispered, "All I know of is
snoring and... and the other thing." She blushed sweetly.
   "I thought I'll try some recitation; something from 'Gone with the Wind',
perhaps."
   "Oh no! We'd be thrown out for sure!" Sara laughed.
   "OK, what would you like to do for us?" Dave looked at us.
   We pointed. "Sherri'll play the piano."
   "We have a synthesizer, is that good enough?"
   "Yeah, sure." Sherri shrugged, "But ONLY if Sara comes on with me!"
   "What do I DO?"
   "Sing!" Sherri laughed, "Actually, you can just mouth the words, OK?"
   We watched the highland-dancers finish their routine and Dave went to
introduce the girls.
   Sherri adjusted the keyboard and launched into a rollicking version of
'Kokomo', complete with drum tracks. She was right, Sara just had to move
her lips as the whole house was soon singing at the top of their lungs.
   To unrestrained whistling and clapping, they finished the song and Dave
went on stage to add his cheers. "How 'bout one more from Sherri and Sara?"
The room went wild again.
   They had the crowd in a frenzy with Sherri's rendition of 'Dancing Queen'
with Sara clapping the beat and actually singing.
   When it was finished Dave himself led the ovation and invited them for
another song. He came back as Sara was having a whispered conference with
Sherri.
   "Your friends are very good - are you sure they're not professionals?"
   "No, not in that sense." I explained what we were doing at Brookhaven as
Sherri made adjustments and started a soft guitar riff, adding strings.
   Taking a deep breath, Sara began,

      "I like to watch you sleep at night,
       To hear you breathe
       By my side.
       And although sleep leaves me behind
       There's nowhere I'd rather be."

   Her voice was soft, but deep and husky, and although her eyes were far
away everyone was sure she was singing to them.

      "Oh when you are home
       I'll let you know,
       All you want
       Is right here in this room,
       All you want,
       All you need,
       Is standing here with you
       All you want..."

The room was silent, enraptured, as Sara finished quietly:

      "I like to watch you sleep at night,
       To hear you breathe - by my side."

We erupted in cheers, clapping and foot stamping, and it was long minutes
before Dave could make himself heard.
   "Amazing! Simply amazing!" He cried, "Thank you, Sherri and Sara!" He had
to wait for calm again, "I'd like to ask them to stay and play some more..."
This time he led the applause, "But, I know they have to be up very early
tomorrow, because at nine in the morning they will be testing their
record-breaking boat, Gyro, right here, up along the Creek!"
   He presented the girls with coupons for a complimentary meal and, as he
escorted us backstage added, "Come back anytime - you don't need vouchers
for a meal here!"
   He showed us the side door and I escorted the girls outside, "I wonder
how many of the guys in there are wishing they could watch you sleep..."
   "...and more." Sherri giggled, "I'm sure *I* would!" She hugged Sara.
"And hear you breathe, by my side..."
   "I'm so lucky to have you for a friend..." Sara stroked her cheek and
softly kissed her, then pulling back, "What a crazy night!" Laughing
giddily, "To think I went on stage! And actually SANG! In public!" She
hugged us, quivering with excitement, "With you guys with me, how can I
miss? But WHAT a wild trip!"
   We walked around a bit and stopped for souvenirs and waffles and ice
cream.
   "Man, I'm stuffed!" I sighed after I ate all our portions.
   "Me too..." Sara said slowly, "Want to be, I mean..."
   "Mmmm, come to think of it, it's getting late. We'd better head home and
get you plenty of rest," I peered in her eyes, "Won't do to have you yawning
while going 80 miles an hour!"
   "Hmmm, too true, early to bed, early to rise!" Sara laughed, glancing at
my lap. We threw change down and raced back to the house.
   They led me to the bedroom at back of the main floor and started taking
off my clothes, "You know," I mused, "I'm a bit thirsty from the running we
did..."
   "DON'T say it!" Sherri laughed, "There're two more bedrooms upstairs..."
She leaned up close to me, "We could make you spend your night there,
alone!"
   She pushed me on the bed as Sara began making soft kisses up my thigh.
Sherri tilted my head and kissed me, "Behave and we'll treat you nice..."
She kissed my throat and tugged my shirt off as Sara was doing the same to
my shorts.
   They started shucking off their clothes as they made the slow trip
towards my groin. Sherri stopped to kiss and lick my nipples and I had to
remind her; she was losing the race to Sara who was already lapping my
balls.
   They finally met at the desired spot and they shared a giggle and a kiss
before letting soft hands and warm lips explore the most sensitive areas of
my body.
   I tugged Sherri's shorts off her and gazed at her neat trim bush, so
light that it could barely cover her lips and the glories within. I leaned
to kiss her and she gasped from where she and Sara were nibbling on my
penis. I moved my kisses lower and she stifled her cries by taking my cock
in her mouth.
   Sara climbed up to kiss me, sharing duties in kissing and licking
Sherri's delightful cunt with me. With our tongues jabbing into her opening
and trilling on her clitoris, Sherri soon started shaking and pulled her
mouth off me, moaning, biting and squirming to an orgasm. Then, still
panting and shaking, Sherri turned us so I laid atop Sara and guided me in.
   "Ah-uhh!" Her incredible heat bathed me as I slid in almost halfway in
one motion.
   "Ohhh!" Sara cried as she hugged us to her, "S-so good, love, stay like
that... God, good!" She closed her eyes and turned to kiss Sherri, "Have I
told you how much I love you? Mmmm..." Her cunt squeezed me as Sherri kissed
her back, their tongues slopping wetly into each other. Sara grabbed my ass
and helped me stroke in her. She started shaking and she pulled me deep
inside, moaning into Sherri's mouth as I fucked my full length into her.
   Sara came in a series of bucking convulsions, her legs wrapped tightly
around my back, she looked up at me and smiled, gloriously, "I love you..."
She whispered, then, "Do Sherri, hon, let me catch my breath."
   Sherri had my cock in her hand as soon as I pulled out and dragged me
over. We had so much moisture between us I slipped in to the hilt.
   "Arrggh!" We both moaned.
   "Wait... wait...!" I said through gritted teeth, trying hard not to lose
it right there.
   "Yeah, slowly babe..." She sighed, "Feels great..." Then she turned to
Sara who was softly stroking my back. "Hmmm, sloppy seconds!" Sherri licked
a finger, "I love it..." She slowly slipped her finger in Sara's mouth,
"Don't you?"
   "Mmmm," Sara licked each one carefully, then reached down between us and
rubbed my cock as I slipped slowly in and out of Sherri's tight cunt.
   "D-don't! C-close...!' I froze.
   "Don't you want to come?" Sara asked with a smile, sharing her fingers
with Sherri as well.
   "A gentleman always lets the ladies come first."


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