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A SHORT FOUR DAY WEEKEND
(Mf, cons,oral, anal, M+f, blackmail, reluc)

By Art Matin



CHAPTER 2


John thought to himself, 'Just what in the hell are you doing?  That's Milton's daughter for
Christ's sake!  What if he finds out?  Finds out what?  I had a beer, I went swimming, hell, its no
big deal!  Besides she's legal and she invited me to stay.  Oh crap, this could cost me a good
client.  Why should it?  I'm only going for a swim.'  

After a few minutes Sandy reappeared with a pair of dark colored men's trunks.  "Here try these
on," she said handing him the swim trunks.  "Daddy's a little bigger than you are, so they might
be a bit big."  

John took the trunks and went inside to change.  The suit was definitely a bit big as Milton was
at least four inches greater in the waistline than John was and at six foot three, was four inches
taller than John. Still with the string tie it was serviceable even if it was very baggy.

Sandy was sitting up applying sun tan lotion when he walked out into the patio.  She looked up
and smiled, amused at how baggy the suit was.  It was one of her daddy's older swimsuits, one
that he wore before he had lost forty pounds.  It hung like a sack on John's lean muscular frame.  

In spite of the ill-fitting garment, Sandy liked what she saw.  Every other time that she had seen
John, it was always strictly business between him and Daddy.  This was her first good look at his
body.  She already knew he had well-developed arms, but his torso was much better than she had
imagined.  His pecs were well defined and his abdomen taut with the ripple of a six-pack.  His
broad shoulders appreciably tapered to his waist.  His thighs were massive and his calves bulged. 
Every muscle seemed clearly defined, despite the generous layer of body hair that covered him. 
She couldn't help but compare him to the shaven college boys who purposely looked boyish;
here was man, a real man.  

She rose from her lounge chair and dove into the crystal clear water of the pool.  Joining her,
John dove in enjoying the cool shock of the water.  John immediately started swimming laps in
the pool.  The physical exertion felt wonderful after the long hours cooped up in his office the
past two weeks.  Churning the water to a boiling froth, he sprinted back and forth.  Sandy
watched in amusement for the ten minutes or so that he swam.  

Suddenly he popped out of the pool and went to the diving board.  John studied the board and
tested its spring.  Then he very coolly measured off the distance, turned, took two steps forward,
and made a perfect back flip, entering the water perfectly outstretched without hardly any splash. 

As soon as he hit the water, John knew he was in trouble.  Sandy saw the baggy suit float to the
surface and laughingly swam out to retrieve it.  John came up and looked around in a panic.   

"Lose something?" she teased as she lifted his swimsuit from the water.

John blushed. "Yeah, it's a little too big.  Throw it over here honey."

Sandy was sorely tempted to toss it out of the pool and see what his reaction would be. She
could clearly see that his face was flushed. Sandy considered his vulnerable position, but
realized she'd better be careful, after all, he wasn't some boy, he was a man. She swam to the
side of the pool and lifted herself out.  

He watched her intently as she walked along the edge of the pool.  She was sexy as hell and he
felt that she was deliberately flaunting it.  John ogled her ripe young body and thought she was
going to play some games with him.  Games that if she started, he mused, he would gladly finish. 
Contract with her daddy or not, if she wanted to play, he'd play.  

She stopped, playfully displayed his trunks and to his disappointment, she threw them back to
him.   "Here Tarzan, catch!"  Then she calmly walked back to her chase lounge and lay face
down.  John slipped the wayward suit back on and swam around for a few more minutes before
getting out.  

Sitting next to Sandy, he studied her perfect feminine form.  She turned her head to him, "John,
would you mind putting some lotion on my back, I don't want to burn."

Would he mind?  Is the Pope a Protestant? "I don't mind at all," said John smoothly as he
grabbed the bottle, ready to rub every inch of her body.

"Just my back." 

"Uh, yeah, sure.  Just your back."  

John poured the cream into his hands and rubbed them together to warm the liquid.  He began
rubbing the lotion into her silky smooth skin, starting at the shoulders.  Massaging her as he
applied the lotion, he slowly kneaded her muscles, covering every square inch of her back from
her neck to the top of her bikini bottoms.  He worked his way back up, briefly under the string
tie of her top and then up to her neck and then down again.

"Hmmmm!" she cooed.  "Oh, that feels so good.  Oh yes.  Hmmmm."  

Sandy closed her eyes enjoying the luxurious feel of the massage. Then she felt him begin on her
left leg, midway on the thigh.  She didn't protest, as his practiced manipulations felt so
delightful.  He worked down her leg to her feet and then back up the leg to her upper thigh and
then to her buttocks.  

John sensed that perhaps he had gone to far and quickly switched to the mid thigh of her right
leg.  Sandy moaned as he worked her thigh muscle and then her calf and finally massaged her
foot, before heading back up her leg to her beautiful rump.  As he massaged her hips and her
inner thigh, Sandy was becoming increasingly turned on.  She forced herself to break off the
massage before she lost control, by rolling over and sitting up.  

"God John, that was great!"  She stretched like a cat and lied, "I almost fell asleep."

John cursed to himself, 'Sleep hell!  Damn it, just two more minutes and I would have had her
naked and begging to fuck!' "How about if you put some lotion on me?"

"Fair enough.  You want it on your back?"

"For starters. I don't want to burn either."  

Sandy slapped the cold lotion on his back and quickly rubbed it in.  She enjoyed the feel of his
solid back.  Then she rubbed his chest.  She marveled at the hardness of his muscles, hardness
born of years of disciplined exercise. 

"You don't have an ounce of fat on you," she observed.  Looking up into his eyes, she saw the
unmistakable look of sexual hunger. She glanced away quickly afraid that he could see the same
look in her eyes.  Looking down, she saw the unmistakable tenting of his baggy swim trunks.  

She marveled, 'God, he's big!'  Restraining herself from grabbing his bulging cock, she realized
that she had better cool it right away.  "Uh, Mia will be here shortly to clean the house," she said
breaking the sexual tension.  

That news was not what John wanted to hear.  "What time does she come?"

"A little after twelve on Fridays.  She should have been here already."  

Dave cursed to himself, 'The fucking maid will be here any minute? Shit, that does it.  Games
up, you lose!  What ever gave you the idea...'

Sandy interrupted his train of thought.  Looking up brightly she said, "Say, do you want to go
sailing?  I love to sail and I haven't been out since last summer. Do you know how to handle the
boat?"

John had been out on Milton's 27-foot Catalina many times.  Milton was generous with his toys
and after checking John out, let him use the boat whenever he wished.  He positively beamed
answering, "Yeah, I know the boat, been out in it many times."

"Want to go?"

'Damned right little girl' he thought.  "Sure, I love sailing too."

"Good, I'll grab us some beer and some snacks.  Go get the boat ready."

Sandy got up and ran into the house. John strolled down to the dock and began preparations for
the sail, checking out the life jackets and registration.  He cranked up the auxiliary engine and
was please that it cooperated.  He untied all but the last of the mooring lines just as Sandy
boarded the boat, laden with an ice chest and a plastic bag full of food.  

Mia looked out the back windows just in time to see the sail boat pull away from the dock.  She
shrugged and went about her job.



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