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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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