Enjoy!  Though it was a quickie, I'll do many more.

A Fateful Evening

	A hot and humid day it was in British Columbia, where I was visiting for a month.  I am 6'3" with dark blond hair, blue eyes, an athletic body from playing baseball and sailing, and I was here to have a good time.  But first I had to find somewhere to stay, as it would be too expensive to live in a hotel for a month.  I had just checked the mail at the front desk when someone tapped my shoulder.  

	"Excuse me sir, but I have this for you," said a young Indian boy.  He handed me a folded sheet of white paper in exchange for a fiver.  

	I opened it up, and it was a reply to my newspaper ad asking about a place to stay.  The author wrote that the house was 3 stories high, 6 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms, and a basement.  The author also wrote that it would be good for me to help keep the house while I'm there.  Oh, and I was to be there at 7:00 PM sharp tonight.  I thought, hmm, it would be neat to stay there, and I wonder who owns it?  

	Ding-dong dong chime chime rang the doorbell as I waited nervously for the expansive 4 wood door to open.  It slid effortlessly open on well-oiled hinges, opened by a stunningly beautiful woman.  She had a tight white mini-dress on which showed her expansive cleavage, and her long brown hair was in some fancy hair-do.  Her hazel eyes examined my body with a twinkle in them, and an approving smile on her lips.  

	"Come in, come in," she said in a husky voice.  I got harder as I watched the sensual sway of her hips as she led me up a spiral staircase, while showing me her tanned, smooth legs.  She led me to an expansive room, with a huge bathroom, king size bed, and many art sculptures.  "And by the way, you could call me Lindsay, Lindsay Anderson actually," Lindsay said.

	I'll call you anything you want I said to myself.

	"Oh Joseph, what do you do?" She asked seductively.
	"I am a masseuse slash hotel owner.  I'm scouting the place for a new hotel, while checking out future clientele," I replied.  (In real life, I'm not a hotel owner, though it is my goal.)  

	She had cocked her eyebrow when I said masseuse, and said, "my back has been sore lately, and so have my legs and stomach, do you think you could work out the kinks?"
 
	Immediately naughty images flashed through my brain, and so, "Sure, I can help you.  But I need a room you use to relax in, many candles and incense, and yourself of course."

	I walked into a dim room and smelled the citrus incense and saw a naked Lindsay face down on a low couch, actually a long padded bench.  I had to take my shirt and pants off because I had started to sweat, so I put on some running shorts.  I poured a liberal amount of oil onto my hands and slowly massaged Lindsay's smooth back.  She moaned in contentment while I groaned inwardly in lust.  After about 15 minutes of small talk with Lindsay, I moved down her lower back and massaged her tight buttocks, giving me a quick look at a moist spot underneath her legs.  I smiled as I massaged her, because I knew what would happen soon.  Laboriously I moved down her thighs, then calves, then her feet and her foot soles, then I bade her to turn over.  Lindsay's hot, literally hot body glistened in the candlelight from the oil I had rubbed into her skin.  She had her eyes closed, and her breasts moved gently up and down as she breathed.  I massaged oil into her shins, then knees, then thighs, now I was on the best part, her hips.  I had her spread her legs slightly, giving me a view of her sopping wet pubic hair shaved  straight down, so it was like a V, with no hair between the two leading edges, but hair on the edges.  I could barely see her pinkness,  but that would change.  After massaging her stomach and hips, I began to massage lower and lower until I was massaging her pubic area.  She threw her head back and said huskily, "don't stop, lick me, lick me."  I couldn't refuse such a lady, so I stuck my tongue in her as far as I could go, and then began to search for her clit.  She smelled musky, and she tasted faintly of oranges.  I began licking and flicking her clit as I felt her body shudder in joy.  Reluctantly I had to remove my self from the fun, because I had yet to feel her firm breasts.

	Lindsay's dark areolas and nipples were swollen, and they just begged me to suck them, so I did.  She moaned louder, so I again had to stop pleasing her, but this time I easily picked her up and carried her to the bed.  I moved into position on top of her, and slowly sank myself inside her vagina.  We began to move our hips in unison as we fervently kissed each other like we had come up for air after we were drowning.  I pushed deep inside her and came explosively, spraying her vaginal walls with creamy sperm, then I collapsed on top of her, and we both fell into a dreamless sleep.


I appreciate feedback sent to commandersilvester777@yahoo.com.  Keep in mind this was the first section of a series, only I had to do it quickly, as in 1 hour in order to send it to the real life Lindsay A. 
 
