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A work of fiction, meant for adults. Read something else if you are not an adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content. Then
again, if all you’re looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you should probably read something else. I welcome constructive comments. Enjoy.
This is Part 2. You might want to start with Part 1.
Monday
So nice waking up in someone’s arms in the morning! Even if it is to an alarm clock, hitting the snooze bar and snuggling for a few more minutes makes a big difference. But we got up, showered together, dried off together. Dasha let me say goodbye, a little while on each side. Then it was dress and head downstairs. Nothing more than that; I guess we both were in business/travel mode.
She’d packed last night, her carry-on bag and boarding pass ready to go. And her sister’s incoming flight from Los Angeles was early!
“How will we recognize each other?” I asked, again, as she helped me put on my “new” fur-lined leather jacket.
“She will recognize you, and you will recognize her -- she is my big sister,” Dasha told me as we hugged. We put her bag in the back of my car and headed off.
“Did you enjoy last night?” I had to ask.
She sighed, moving a hand to my shoulder and touching me gently, moving her fingers up to my neck, sending a sexual charge through me. “You are very creative man, and very caring. I thought I knew what would happen.” Such a smile! “You are very creative!” She sighed, playing with the hair at the back of my neck. “Curling up in bed with you after, putting you to sleep in my arms, going to sleep with you at my breast, having you at my breast most of the night and waking with you there... Darling Rob, that is very special.” Her voice had gone down to a whisper.
“I wonder how they’ve moved the cheese this time,” I muttered, changing the subject as we approached the San Jose airport. Still/yet in the throes of construction, moving things around...
She laughed and moved her hand to my leg. “Riding with such a wonderful man is much better, not to worry about such problems.” She sighed. “I will miss you -- be patient with my sister?”
What was that?
I parked in the short-term area across from the terminal housing SouthWest and others. We crossed to the terminal and parted company with more hugs and a kiss. Dasha went upstairs to check in and I went to baggage claim to wait for her sister. That left me standing there sighing. What a trip!
Checking one of the info displays, the flight was supposedly at the gate. I walked to the designated baggage carousel. As I did -- is that Leo? Recognized him from my checkered past, and from his frown, he recognized me. Okay, he’s working, so I won’t bug him, just a curt nod and wait.
Standing in the open, with a clear view of people coming down the stairs from the arrival exit, and with a clear view of the baggage carousel. Hurry up and wait.
People starting to dribble down the stairs and down the escalator; a good sign.
“Big sister?” I think so! A head taller than Dasha, at least a cup-size larger, same hair colour and style, and the leather coat she was wearing -- a family member of the one I had on! She saw me and laughed, waving. As I went to meet her, I distinctly heard Leo say, “Oh fuck!” When I quickly glanced back at him, he’d turned away. Interesting!
“Robert! So good to meet you!” Julya said, pulling me to a full body hug. I returned the favor. She felt very good, definitely the big sister! I turned us as we hugged -- Leo was looking the other way.
“It’s good to meet you as well. Checked bags?” I asked
“Oh yes! A very successful trip! Where is Dasha sister?”
I looked at my watch. “About to get on her flight, I would imagine.”
She looked me over again and gave me another strong hug. “I am so happy you met!”
“So am I,” I agreed. Looking around, Leo stood twenty feet or so behind us, a hand over the side of his face, another guy standing next to him. Leo was shaking his head. This is definitely a data point!
For such a new facility, the klaxon on the baggage carousel sounded like something out of the 1900’s. It blatted, lights flashed, and the carousel groaned to a start, circling invisible bags for a couple of minutes before disgorging anything possibly of interest to the gathering throng.
I saw one, two, three... Very large bags, very! “Let me guess -- the three big dark blue ones?” I suggested to Julya.
“Yes! How did you know?” she asked, arm around my waist giving me a squeeze.
“Had to be,” I told her. I figured we could do it, though. I’d handled a ten foot conference table before. Did I still have the straps? If I didn’t, I was screwed -- no, just have to go home and get them.
At least they weren’t that heavy! Bulky, yes! “Any more?” I asked, afraid of an answer.
“This is all! Very good!” she said.
At least they had wheels. I pulled two and she got one, and her carry-on. When we turned to the doors, Leo and compatriot were nowhere to be found.
We headed to the parking garage, and to my car.
“No, is not possible!” Julya announced as we walked up to my Mini Cooper dragging three huge bags and her carryon.
I smiled. I figured one would fit in the back after flipping down the rear seats, and her carry-on would go with it. I’ve got a rack on top of the car; a cow-orker the first time she saw my car cooed, “It’s so cute! It’s got handles!” Yeah, the roof rack does kind of look like handles. I’ve also got aluminum bars running from the front to the rear rack member. I use them to mount things like direction finding arrays, antennas and tuners, Doppler radar, pen test gear, a home-made ECM pod, all sorts of fun stuff.
At our startup, I’d gotten a panic call at lunch time from Phil one day -- he gave me an address and said, “Get here as quick as you can!” I did, only to find him sitting on top of a (free) wood conference table that had to be ten feet long! But we got it on top of my Mini, strapped it down, and made it back to our little rented office, now outfitted with a much more business-like table.
“Is possible!” I told Julya as I opened the back. Good, the bag with the straps! Got that out, flopped the seats forward, and put one large bag and the carryon into the car.
Swung one large bag up top in the front, the other large bag behind it. Opened the bag of straps.
Julya was hopping up and down and clapping, saying something I didn’t understand, then, “Very good! You are very clever man!”
“Prepared, too,” I admitted, sotto voce, getting out the straps.
It took a few minutes, with her help, to get the two large bags secured. As long as I don’t drive like I usually do, we shouldn’t have problems. “Drive it like a Camry,” I told myself, getting in. I looked to Julya as she bucked in. “We will drive slow.”
She nodded, grinning. “Is good idea!”
Driving through the parking structure looking for the exit (driving slowly), I spotted...
“Julya -- see that guy standing over there? As we go by, wave to him and blow him a kiss please?” I pointed to Leo’s friend from baggage claim.
She laughed and just that, definitely making eye contact, smiling and blowing him a kiss. I think that counts as being outed...
After we’d paid and were out of the parking structure trying to find our way out, she asked, “Who was he? A friend?”
I smiled and shook my head. “I believe he is local FBI -- he was talking to a guy in baggage claim that I know is FBI.”
Both her eyebrows went up. “FBI? You are certain of this?”
I nodded. “I worked with him a year ago? I recognized him this morning and he gave me a look that said he was working. When I stepped up to meet you, he said some naughty words. Why would he do that, dear?”
She sat there with pursed lips.
My usual approach leaving the airport involves enthusiastic cornering -- a squealing tire is a happy tire, after all. Not today! Drive like I’m a lobotomized Camry owner with a pile of stuffed animals in the back window. Shook my head -- used to tell my daughter when we saw a car with those in the rear window that each one took five points off the driver’s IQ. She laughed and told me it had to be more like ten.
Drove carefully back to the house and pulled into the driveway.
“Bags go to workroom behind garage,” Julya announced as I parked.
I opened the back and pulled out the first one, then worked on the straps.
She was nowhere to be seen when I had the bags down and the straps restowed. Took the two bags in through the open garage door, past Dasha’s Audi wagon and a few year old E-class Mercedes.
A door in the back of the garage was open -- I’d not explored the area. Wheeled the bags into a largish workroom. Julya had the bag up on a large table.
She’d taken off her leather coat. She was wearing a simple button-up fabric top with mid-length sleeves. She was definitely Dasha’s b-i-g sister -- taller, bigger hips, much bigger bust line, great looking waist. Nicely developed shoulders, athletic but not a gymnast; too tall for a gymnast. Gymnast in bed? There’s hope...
“Good -- up here,” she indicated.
I put the bags up on the table with their friend. “Open,” she told me as I lifted them up.
I opened one. Inside, clear plastic bags containing furs?
She was taking similar plastic bags out of her bag, slicing a corner, and loading them on to open wire shelves which were suspended above an open freezer?
“We are loading furs into a freezer?” I summarized.
She looked to me and smiled. “Yes!” Her bag empty, she moved it to the shelf under the table and pulled the next bag closer. I opened the third one, watching her as she quickly loaded bags on to the wire racks.
The rack assembly was suspended on cables, a pulley arrangement, going to a shaft with a motor - gearbox on it. Okay, this is definitely purpose-built!
As she moved a bag to the rack, she slashed a corner using a box cutter.
Looking around the room more, there were a couple of very industrial-looking sewing machines -- for furs? A pair of large rotating-drum things, with storage drums of something next to them. Various sized dressmaking mannequins with clear plastic covers along one wall. Door that looked like it was to a walk-in freezer (refrigerator). Cold storage for furs?
“Julya, why are we loading furs into a freezer?”
She gave me a puzzled look, then waved me closer. She held up a bag with a fur in it, then slashed the corner. She held it up and sniffed it, squeezing it gently a couple of times. She nodded and held it up to me. I took a sniff.
“What did you smell?” she asked.
I shrugged. “Old perfume? And something musty?”
She smiled and put the bag on one of the wire rack shelves. “Very good -- good nose! Old perfume, possibly mites, maybe other things living in furs. We put in freezer for week and all those things are gone! We take her out and clean, then grade for use.”
I pulled the last bag over to her and put the second one, now empty, underneath with its friend.
She smiled. “Thank you!”
With the contents of the third one loaded, she moved to a control panel and pushed a button that lowered the rack into the freezer. We unhooked the clips and she hit another button that raised them again. Together we closed the freezer lid; she snapped down a pair of latches and put a lock on one.
“Very good!” she called out. We walked out of the garage. She got her carry-on bag and headed into the house. She walked to the office, announcing, “More work!” and closed the door in my face!
Okay... I looked at my watch. If I headed over on surface streets, the electronics place with the Euro power socket I needed would be open about the time I got there. After that, swing by my house for clothes for my Tuesday fun meeting, and head back here for a while at least; I do have more work and mysteries to solve. Dasha did warn me to have patience with her sister...
I visited the loo before I headed out. Brought up the destination on my GPS and told it to lead me there. No, think I’ll use Central Expressway this time of morning instead of the 101 parking lot...
Got the combo Euro socket I needed. Did an eyeball comparison with the kind I had on the box now; the mounting hardware and spacing looked the same. Let’s hope so! Traffic hadn’t quite dissipated on the way back to my house, but it wasn’t that bad. I picked up clothes for tomorrow. Don’t think I need anything in the way of tools. Oh! Can I find one of Leo’s biz cards? Yes! Let’s see what the future brings...
Back to the house, left my clothes hanging in my car. Took the socket upstairs to what was becoming my workroom off the den. To swap out the socket I had to take off the fancy perforated metal cover I’d made, which involved a lot of screws. Tedious but mindless work. Swapped out the socket and reassembled. Plugged it in. I’d seen a DMM case in one of the buckets -- found it, opened it to find a nice high-end Fluke multimeter. That should work! Turned my power supply on, held down the test button and the lamps lit up. Checked the voltage output, 230.6 Vrms, close enough. Power things down. Guess it works; we’ll try later. Maybe late Thursday, who knows.
Now back to the network issues... Tugged gently on the USB cable from the mystery box to the cable modem, giving my self some slack to work with. Clipped it in place on my vampire stage, then dissected away part of the outer plastic layer with the scalpel. Opened up the cheesy wire braid -- not a high-quality USB cable -- and then the foil wrap. Four wires, which I spread out and clipped into the stage. My cable-piercing probes were made from 30 gauge silver-plated acupuncture needles; strong, sharp, and good conductors. Placed them in the lines using a pair of jeweler’s pliers. Wires from the probes went to the small circuit board on the vampire stage which held my FET isolation circuitry. Ran a USB cable from the vampire tap to my laptop and started up Wireshark again.
“Bingo!” I congratulated myself, seeing packets flying by.
Started studying those packets... Not surprisingly, most seemed to be for a GRE (encrypted) tunnel. Yeah, that’s how I’d do things. Okay, let’s start cracking headers and other packets open.
“Idiot,” I told myself a few minutes later. I was used to doing packet analysis on the big machine at home; I didn’t have the right libraries loaded on my MacBook Pro. I knew where to get them -- but I hadn’t told that machine to talk to the outside world. Another trip!
Back to the house, telling the guardians of the gate to let my MacBook Pro in again. Dumped a folder to the USB memory stick I always carry as well.
A little after eleven -- I stopped at Togos, a local sandwich chain for lunch.. Small number sixteen no lettuce extra peppers on an onion roll for here, please.
Okay, there’s a bigger rat in the barn... It had been mirroring Ethernet from the two desktops in the office, and has a stinkload of smaller cables running to it, not Ethernet or USB -- so what are they? All that stuff gets digested and dumped out through the USB2 connection to the cable modem. That puts a definite upper bound on bandwidth -- can’t be just shoveling all the traffic from the desktops.
Thought to myself how much I liked target disk mode on the Macs -- hold down the “T” key while booting the machine and it turns into a Firewire external disk drive. All of a sudden, I really wanted to scan the drives in those desktop Dell boxes, and from a different system, to sniff out rootkits and other vermin. I was betting on a keylogger at least.
Finished my sandwich and swung back by the house, picking up the IDE and SATA drive sleds so I could pull and scan the drives. Put them and their power supplies in a Trader Joe’s reusable bag as I was gathering a lot of crap to take upstairs!
Drove back to the house and hauled things upstairs. Updated my Wireshark libraries and started whacking packets.
GRE tunnel, not surprising. Bursty traffic, not continuous. I smiled -- I know how I can get more info out of this thing... Stop packet capture. Walk over to the rack and pull the power connector from the back of the cable modem. Back to my laptop and resume packet capture. Apply power to the cable modem. Sit and wait until we have steady-state.
When I had a good bushel of packets, I started looking through them. Where’s that IP? Points to Dallas. A relay? Does TOR use GRE? Don’t know.
I know something is sending data in a GRE tunnel to a box in Dallas. It’s bursty. Yeah, there are the usual handshakes, but those are easy to spot.
The door opened and Julya came in.
“Oh darling, you are here! I am so sorry!”
I turned as she approached and I found myself smothered to a very full bosom. I held her waist as she squeezed me to her still-clothed bosom, rattling on about having work she had to get done but feeling so sad when she looked and I had gone and she was so happy I was back she wanted to get to know me better had I eaten lunch yet?
Yes, I’d had lunch. What could I do for her?
She gave me a squeeze and growled about being tired and dirty from her flying. She was thinking of taking a shower and then having a short nap before fixing us dinner.
I ran my hands along her back; a nap would be nice. Would she like me to scrub her back?
No, not this time -- it would be a quick shower. Was there anything particular I would like?
I’d moved to mouthing a nipple through her blouse and bra; she was cradling my head and giving me the occasional extra squeeze. I moved my head between her breasts again and told her that if she showered and washed well, I would have to find out how she tasted, and that would help her relax for her nap.
She growled and moved me to the other side, squeezing me closer. Then I should join her in her bedroom in ten minutes?
When she let go of me enough so that I could breathe I told her I would be there.
She gave me a kiss on the top of the head and left the room.
I sighed and turned back to my work. Parked things in a safe condition. The alligators will still be here later!
Should I haul the power supply to the fur vault between the bedrooms? Not yet, I decided. I went to Dasha’s bedroom, stripped, and used the loo, spending a few minutes in seated contemplation before cleaning up. Washed and dried the happy bits. Now for some fun!
I decided to take the shortcut through the fur closet. Hadn’t noticed the automatic closers on the doors before.
Stepping into the coolness, the scent, one of the lights was on? I looked and saw Julya sitting at a table.
“Shortcut,” I said quickly, pointing to the other door; I think she was as surprised as I was.
She smiled, closing a small door in the cabinet she was sitting in front of.
When she stood, I gasped -- she was wearing a dark brown fur, so thick, so deep, it made her look huge. I’d touched it before... A tingle spread across my body just looking at her.
She swayed closer, smiling, and engulfed me in it, pulling me in, kissing. As we kissed I wrapped my arms around her, sinking into the fur, being enveloped in it. The fur felt so good, and she felt even better inside it. I could feel the fullness of her breasts, her waist, the shape of her bottom.
She pulled my head into the thick collar of the coat, so soft. I caught a scent, and started moving my head trying to get more of it.
She took my hand and led me to her bed, pushing me back on it, sliding up on top of me. I gasped as she slid on to me, covered by her weight and that delicious fur, kissing once more.
She pushed up onto all fours, smiling, saying something in her native tongue. She slid a hand behind my head, the fur on the sleeve caressing the back of my neck and my shoulder. She moved up sensuously, dipping her shoulders and easing me into the thickness of the fur collar. I closed my eyes and let the softness take me. I moaned as that delicious scent got stronger, and moved my head to follow it. I met the softness of a breast and quickly latched on to her nipple; she responded by holding me close, smothering me in her and the fur. I held her, filling myself. I was dizzy, my arms failing; off in the distance I realized this was probably a cousin of one of the drugs Dasha introduced me to.
As my arms fell away, she moved me to her other nipple, still enveloped in fur, but not the intensity of the scent. She held me, murmuring something, moving my head slightly, encouraging me.
Oh it was familiar -- after a while I had that stoned and painfully hard feeling again, moaning and able to hold her more. That must have been the signal for her to move, taking me inside her. I was so hard, and she was so wet that it only took a few ever-deepening strokes to join us fully.
Her weight on top of me, the fur, being held to her breast, it was all so good, my head buzzing, trying to hold on...
I managed to push her up a bit; she straightened her arms. “Wait, slow down! Stop for a moment!” I managed to call out.
She stopped, lifting her hips up a bit. “Too much, darling? Are you all right?” she asked, concerned.
I pulled her hips down on me again. “It’s wonderful! I want it to last!”
She smiled and started moving her hips slowly. “And I want you to fill me,” she growled, rocking slowly, sensuously.
My hands were on her breasts, feeling them through the seductively soft and full collar of the coat. She didn’t seem to mind... “Please sit up on me, and don’t move for a bit. Please...” I whispered.
She sat up, holding my hands where they were, letting her head go back and moving her hips. Oh, that felt so good! I pulled one hand away, licked my thumb, and put it where it would do more good, teasing her button. She sighed something I couldn’t understand, then looked at me and said, “Very nice, darling, yes, oh yes...”
I found the right spot and the right rhythm... “Please, just let me help,” I begged her.
“Oh, very nice,” she moaned. She moved my other hand inside the coat on to her skin. I started rolling her nipple between my fingers. She clamped a hand on the outside of the coat, over my hand. “Not yet, darling,” she whispered. “I will tell you...”
“Then finish me on a nipple,” I suggested.
She looked at me with pure lust. “Oh yes, darling...” She moved her hips, moving me around a bit. My head was buzzing; I was so stoned, and so hard. Yet I knew from recent experience I could go from that feeling of being able to last a long time to inevitability in a heartbeat...
Her hips were jiggling more, making it harder for me to maintain contact and match her rhythm. Both her hands were on the full collar of the coat, massaging her breasts through the soft, dense fur. Her breathing shifted, and she sighed, “Now,” and something I didn’t understand. I squeezed her nipple gently, rolling it, feeling her delicious breast as I worked on her nub with the other hand.
Her hips moved more, her head went back, and she shuddered atop me as she let out a satisfied moaning sigh.
I let my eyes close, enjoying. I opened them when she pulled my hand from her middle. She slipped a hand under my head again, and with a look of lust and determination, leaned forward. Once again she plunged me through the soft shock of the fur, taking me to her nipple and setting her hips into ecstatic motion. I don’t know if she was merciful or merciless; she squeezed me, rocked me, moving her hips and her body, and kept going and going and going long after I’d come and was barely able to hold on to her. Her hips stilled and she settled in to hold me, enveloping me once more in softness.
That’s where I woke, still attached to a nipple, with her weight partially on top of me. We’d detached from the waist down, and it felt as if I had something ... I moved my free hand and felt a towel at my groin. I moved both hands through the thickness of the fur, holding her as I devoured her nipple. So good! She moaned and started to move in my arms, holding my head more. I felt rumblings ... could I be ready again so soon? I moved her a bit to get to her other nipple, the one with the perfume. I found her nipple, and some of the scent, but it wasn’t as strong or mind-altering.
Julya held me, and from the sound of her laughter, I guess she figured out what I was searching for. She moved my head some, bringing me to a different piece of soft cloth or something on the inside of the coat. I took a deep breath through my nose. A little more, but not much, and it didn’t have that zing. I returned to her nipple, pulling her more on top of me.
“You want more, darling? I want more, so you shall have more! But I also need dinner! Here, we do this...”
She moved me around, repositioning part of the coat as well, surrounding me with skin and fur, cradling me to her, rocking gently... So good, dizzying in a different way, and I soon faded out.
I faded in to her nipple pulling away replaced by her lips and a full body kiss. I held her, and she engulfed me in fur again, holding me until I started to fade. “Is that fair?” I sighed, pushing myself up on an elbow; she was already sitting up.
She chuckled and pulled me on top of her. “Is very nice, darling!”
We managed to get up. She teased me with the coat a little more, holding, smothering, and cosseting me. Glorious!
We both put on simple robes and headed downstairs after straightening up the bed a little.
“You can open wine for us?” Julya suggested.
“Of course,” I agreed. But that meant I couldn’t keep running my hands over her... “I still want to hold you and feel you!” I complained.
“Good, darling -- we will have time!” She opened the refrigerator and handed me a cold bottle of Riesling. As I looked at it, she said, “I also did errands! Such as getting us food to eat!”
I opened the wine and poured us each a glass while she got out a rice cooker and started that going. We both worked on a green salad. She was surprised when I mentioned that Dasha had cooked for us.
“Only two things Dasha sister does better than me -- one is back flips,” she smirked.
I put an arm around her waist. “The other, she was very good at!”
Julya turned us together, putting her arms around my neck. “Did you like the way I held you?”
As I rested my head on her shoulder, she slipped a hand behind my head cradling me to her and closing my eyes. “That was wonderful -- I want to go to sleep tonight in your arms, and wake up there in the morning.”
“Oh you will darling,” she whispered.
I made some remark, I’m not sure what; I’d thought that she was older than Dasha, and something about the size difference between them.
“No, darling -- Dasha sister is three years older! I am the baby girl!” she said with an incredible smile. She looked at the rice cooker and the clock. “Would you like to hear family story?”
“Yes, please,” I told her, still with my arms around her waist.
She pulled out one of the chairs to the kitchen table, a wooden chair without arms. She sat me in it, then sat in my lap facing me! I put my arms around her again and rested my head on her. “Very nice,” I sighed.
She chuckled and held me for a moment. “You are a good catch... Ah... We start with mother -- she was very, very good gymnast -- silver medal gymnast! She, and many others, were working hard to compete again when man who headed sports program was purged. Purged, gone! Mother was also coaching younger girls. She was swept out with many other coaches. Lucky she had other training, and found position as schoolteacher, also coaching at that school. But it was poor school, not much pay, with small, cold flat. And she was pregnant with Dasha! Dasha father was gymnast and coach, also swept away in purge. He did not like this new life, and soon he left. Nobody knows where. With not good pay, nutrition not so good either, no? This is hard on mother, and not the best for her baby. But Dasha is born a healthy happy girl.”
“When Dasha was only six months, new sports director takes over and changes direction. People come to see mother. They tell her, you were great gymnast, now we need you to be great coach! They took her and Dasha sister to new sports town, to a new flat with heat and light, with dedicated staff, with plenty of food and care. Mother so happy! She loves working with the girls, teaching, coaching, helping. She is firm and loving both, knowing they are still young girls, giving them room to grow and time to be girls. In year and a half, she helps take team to Olympics!”
“Her girls compete hard and well. No medals that time, but everyone, even other competitors and coaches, say how improved they are, how good the girls are, how happy, and how they will do anything for coaches they love and trust. Mother did not bring back any medals, but she brought back something very special.” She threw her hands in the air and said with a big smile, “Me!”
That opened her robe enough to give me the opportunity I wanted to take a nipple again, my arms around her. She laughed and held me, pressing her hips into me. “I am so glad you are still hungry,” she growled.
“Nine months after Olympics, Dasha has baby sister! So many things were different with mother; nutrition, rest, stress... Also father, who was tall man, Swedish track coach. I was big baby!”
“We grew, happy loving home with many friends. We were both started early in gymnastics. Dasha was very good. Julya not so good, tall even at young age. But as we grew, other sports found me. At first it was summer, track and field, but then winter, particularly cross-country. Dasha competed in gymnastics; I competed in cross-country and biathlon, ski and rifle.” She squeezed me and sighed. “Still hard to describe, helping mother watching Dasha compete in Olympics, in winter knowing mother and Dasha are watching as I compete. Seeing your sister standing on podium getting medal, standing on another podium getting medal myself. So many years ago, yet such bright memories...”
We held each other for a while in silence.
“Mother was very smart. She made us study, made all her girls study, because she knew sport would only provide lasting career for a very few. The girls who followed her advice are very glad they did. When our country fell apart years ago, Dasha and I were well prepared. It has been interesting journey, and here we are!” She kissed me on the head. “And now your story?”
She leaned back a bit. I looked up into her face, moving my arms from around her waist to her hips, pulling her hips closer. I think she wrapped her legs around the back of the chair, pulling herself closer. I smiled and sighed. “That’s nice,” I whispered. She did it rhythmically a few times more. “We need to make love looking in each others’ eyes,” I suggested to her. She smiled more, moving her head closer, looking into my eyes as she rocked her hips against me. I slid my hands up her back as I tilted my head a little to the side. We kissed.
She leaned back again, hands on my shoulders. I put my hands on her breasts.
“Your story?” she asked once more.
A far simpler story; growing up in Southern California, going back East to college to study Physics and Math. I got tied up with computers and electronics as well, as I needed to build tools to do the things I wanted to do. Turned out I was good at building tools, as well as with theory. Back to the Left Coast, the bay area, getting my doctorate in Physics, getting married along the way, going to work for a local company, working in their research labs until the place was taken over by vermin with MBAs. They retired me, and I did some start-ups, making a lot of money. But a few years ago, my wife and daughter were killed by a drunk driver and the company that employed him is still fighting. I sighed and told her that we held each other in bed every night and every morning. Most nights I went to sleep in my wife’s arms, and on good mornings that’s how we woke up.
Julya wrapped her arms around me and held me close again.
Something went beep-beep, demanding attention. She kissed me on the head again and stood up.
I enjoyed watching her move. “You are beautiful,” I told her.
She glanced over her shoulder at me and smiled.
I helped by setting the table, occasionally running my hands over her. She had two very nice looking pieces of ahi and a rapidly heating skillet. “That looks delicious, but you are better,” I told her.
She chuckled. “You are biased,” she replied.
“I am very lucky,” I admitted.
That got another look and a bigger smile. “So are we!”
Dinner was simple; ahi seared on both sides, rice with butter, green salad, wine. I interrupted our dinner conversation to let her know I had a very important meeting in the morning, and had to leave the house around eight thirty, ready and able to drive and attend a business meeting. She smiled and told me she understood; she had an important call at eight thirty in the morning as well. Then with a different smile and flared nostrils she told me she would be sure I slept well...
I also told her of the rats in the barn -- others probably getting into their computer network, and that someone had been monitoring both the computers in the office; I had put a stop to both of those. I was still concerned, though, and I would assume that both computers in the office and everything on them had been compromised until I was able to check them.
That got quite the frown, and a serious nod. “Unfortunately this makes sense. When could you do this checking?”
“I can start when I get back from my meeting in the morning, around ten or eleven.”
She nodded again, muttering something in a language I didn’t understand. Don’t think it was friendly. “Yes... This is most troubling... But it fits...”
After a few more moments of frowning, her smile returned. “So tonight and tomorrow morning I cannot use; we must find something else to do! And I still wish to go to bed early!”
“That sounds like a good idea to me,” I agreed. “Shall we clean up the kitchen?”
She chuckled and shook her head. “Dasha told me you were quite a catch. I am almost ready to believe what she told me.”
“I hope she told you I need to be held,” I whispered.
She smiled and took my hand in hers. “Oh yes, she told me that, and how good you were at keeping her warm. There is more of me to keep warm, darling...” She wiggled her shoulders a bit.
“I will have to hold you closer, then...”
We cleaned up the kitchen. Putting things away in the fridge, Julya took out a bowl covered with plastic wrap. “Silly Dasha sister!” she said, showing me the bowl. I smiled -- it was our spiked fruit, with just a few pieces of fruit left in around a cup of the liquid. “We share?” I suggested.
She nodded and handed me the bowl, going to a drawer. When she turned back with a fork, I had one of the six pieces of fruit in my fingers, holding it out for her. She smiled and put the fork back!
We fed each other the fruit. Much better with fingers! I drank about half the liquid and passed it to her; she drank the rest. Rinsed the bowl and into the dishwasher it went.
Secure the downstairs, and upstairs for us. We did our nighttime bathroom thing, neither of us hesitating at the other’s presence. If anything, I was quite friendly... “I want to see you, feel you, taste you!” I told her. And I held still for her while she washed and dried me, my interest perking up.
Finishing in the bathroom, I thought I felt a bit of a glow from the fruit and the wine.
In the bedroom she stood naked by the side of the bed, arms up, smiling. “Here I am!”
I approached, looking, touching, kissing. “What is this?” I said, kneeling and kissing scars on the side of her left knee.
She sighed. “That is end of my life as Olympic competitor. I tore a ligament. Mother wanted to take me to Paris or Berlin for surgery. We let ourselves be talked into staying... And they used a man’s ligament, so whenever I need to use public toilet, that leg goes to men’s toilet...”
I chuckled; she had a good attitude at least. I kissed her knee. “Could it be repaired, improved?”
She sighed. “Perhaps, but that part of my life is over.”
I moved from kissing her knee to kissing her neatly trimmed thatch, running my hands up her legs to her bottom. She sighed, spreading her legs a little and shifting her hips. Staying on my knees, I backed her up to the edge of the bed. She leaned back with a sigh. I caressed and kissed the insides of her thighs to get her warmed up, then put her legs on my shoulders and moved in for dessert.
But after a warmup, she was moaning, “No, no -- up here with me!” pulling me up with her.
A I moved up on the bed, she pulled that incredible deep brown coat closer. “Dasha sister warned me about you,” she growled as she smothered me in the fur, then uncovered my face just enough to hold me to a nipple. Soon she was on top of me, with me deep inside her, rocking. I was lost, tangled up in her and in the furs. At one point I realized she’d slowed down. I held her closer and moved to drown myself more in the softness of the fur as I devoured her nipple. That must have been her signal to sweep her hips, pressing down more on me, quickly taking both of us to the edge. I moaned and she swirled me in the fur, smothering me to her breast as she moved her hips encouraging me more. I felt her quiver around me as I filled her, hearing a satisfied moan and sigh. She cradled me so nicely as we wound down, kissing my forehead and wrapping us in fur as we settled in, holding me as I held her.
I woke in the darkness; I needed to pee. I untangled myself carefully from furs and bedclothes and made it to the bathroom. What a trip! I had a sip of water afterwards and headed back to bed. Walking by her makeup and whatnot table in the bedroom, I picked up one of the perfume bottles on a little shelf in front of the mirror. I took a little sniff, then a deep one -- very nice! A pang went through me -- after my wife died, occasionally I’d put a bit of our favorite perfume just below my nose before going to bed, or in the middle of the night if I was having trouble sleeping. I stoppered that bottle and put it back. Picked up another and gave it a sniff. Interesting, spicier -- I took a deep breath of that one and put it back.
I’d been holding my breath, holding it in me, and as I got to the bed, it hit me like the kick of a mule, my head buzzing and my cock being on fire! Julya was on her side and stomach on top of the fur coat, her bottom so luscious, a glistening target between those shapely legs... I licked two fingers as I moved closer on my knees; I started working those fingers along her glistening nether lips as I got one end of that fur with my other hand and stroked myself with it.
Julya moaned and moved, opening her legs a bit more. I moved closer, straddling her and starting myself into her. With a gasp and a moan we slid together. Leaning forward on her, I grasped the edges of the fur under her, pulling it around her, trapping her in it. I had part of the so thick collar near my face; I enjoyed the sensation of the collar as I enjoyed the sensation of riding her pneumatic bottom. She moaned and struggled underneath me. I lifted up a bit, pulling the fur more around her, trapping her more. I took one of the sleeves and wrapped it more around her head, holding it with more of the fur. That did something intense to her as she started moaning and shuddering under me, pulling her knees up a bit and giving me more of her bottom to ride. I leaned forward, practically collapsing on top of her, holding on to her shoulders, holding her in the fur still, riding her bottom and trying to drown myself once again in the softness of the furs. As I got to the edge, I had to hold her hips, to help me get deeper into her. As I came, she pushed back more and did some kind of wiggle that was incredible, making me moan and thrust so deep into her.
I fell to one side, holding her, pushing in as she pushed back. I was panting, so good. I heard her panting as well. She brushed my leg with her hand, then dragged fingernails along the inside of my hip, getting more noise and a last spurt from me. She held my hips close, wiggling her luscious bottom and sighing more.
A while later, I felt her moving -- we were slipping apart. She pushed a towel between her legs and wiped me up as well. I was feeling for something to pull over me when she pulled me closer and wrapped me once more in sumptuous furs. “My sister was right... Here, darling...” She pulled me to a nipple again, holding and cosseting me in that special way of hers, and I faded out.
I woke to the sound of a radio, and motion on the bed with Julya moving. I had time to sigh and stretch before she grabbed me and pulled me to her, wrapping me up and telling me what to do. She did it to me again, turning out my lights.
Only to wake me in her arms, still attached, asking if I would scrub her back. Of course!
Showering with her was interesting; taller, and much stronger than her sister! So was drying off together. I was a big help of course, needing to be sure she was dry...
But no sooner did I manage to get one of her nipples, she swung us around so I was sitting on the side of the tub, and she did it to me again, cradling and holding me to her and turning my lights out...
I blinked my eyes as she stepped away, still holding my shoulder thankfully, so I didn’t fall over.
“Is that fair?” I sighed. It was wonderful...
She turned back to me with a comb, combing out my hair. “Dasha sister told me about you...” she accused, pointing at me with the comb.
“Told you what?”
She chuckled. “About how she would want to take you and have her way with you, but you would start with your talented tongue, or your hands, and soon you are having your way with her!”
“I didn’t hear any complaints,” I offered.
She chuckled more. “No, darling and you will not... And what you did for me in middle of the night was big surprise, and very, very nice!”
I smiled and sighed. “I agree. Thank you.”
She held my chin moving my head a little this way and that, then put the comb down. She smiled and held me again. “I hold you like this, and then...” She cradled my head, I sighed, and let go.
She kissed the top of my head, now nestling me between her breasts. “Do you like, darling?”
I wrapped my arms around her. “It is wonderful,” I sighed. “Before I was married, and recently again, the work I do, I carry it around in my head all the time. Some times it doesn’t go away, it won’t go away. That’s especially when I need to be held, to turn it off so I can rest. Thank you.” I kissed the side of a breast.
She had the most interesting smile on her face, looking at me. “I never thought of that... You are quite the catch! But this morning we are both busy, yes?”
“Yes, and the clothes I need are still in my car!” I confessed.
She handed me a robe. I put it on and went through the closet to the other bedroom, where I got my car keys. Went to the car and got my clothes, bringing them back upstairs. When I was dressed, I looked for Julya; must be downstairs. Oh! Went to the server closet and got the power supply. Took it back to the fur closet, plugged it in, and connected up the saddle, moving it out so it was conspicuous.
Standing up, turning around, I saw that magnificent dark brown coat hanging up separately, up on a high hanger, like it was staged for cleaning or checking.
I walked over to it, closing my eyes and wrapping my arms around it. So soft, so dense... Damn, that was nice! Of course being in her arms, without furs, that was nice, too...
Went to another section, some sheared furs and distracted myself with the beaver. Nice as well.
Another exciting meeting -- do I want to take my laptop? Nah, hopefully it will be quick.
About time to leave, figuring on traffic. I was much closer; hopefully it wouldn’t take as long.
Downstairs I stuck my head in the office. Julya was there, looking over some notes and handwritten entries in a journal. She smiled when she saw me, and opened her arms wide. I stepped closer and she hugged me, her head on my chest. She hugged me and sighed. Then she looked up. “You do not like jacket?”
I looked up. “Forgot -- thank you.” I kissed top of her head; she sighed. “When I’m in your arms and you are holding me, when you kiss my head that does something very special,” I whispered.
She held me and sighed again.
“I left a surprise for you in the fur closet -- check it after your call,” I told her.
She looked up, questioning. I kissed her head once more, and took off. Detoured upstairs for the jacket, then down to the car to join the commute traffic.
End of part 2
Rev 2011/04/22
On to Part 3!
Tight Fit
By silli_artie@hotmail.com
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