The Summer of Last Resort (12 page)

“I mean... if it’s not a girl, that’s fine, Keith.”

He blushed a little, and replied, turning his head down, “Oh, it’s a girl. We came out here this summer.”

“Well, that’s great, Keith.” There was a pause as Sandy lay there on her side, sweaty, watching him, and then, suddenly, the lights went out.

“I guess Jill went home,” Keith said softly.

“Huh?”

“The receptionist. Here, I’ll turn the light on,” Keith said, rising up in the darkness. His strong body was now lit with glancing stripes of pink and blue light from the neon sign outside, with a few splashes of garish yellow from the sodium high-pressure streetlights off in the distance.

“Leave it, Keith.”

“OK.”

There was a silence between them, while they listened to the sound of the receptionist key turning in the front door

lock and then, moments later, a pair of headlights could be seen painting the tiny window high above them. Keith rose as if to leave.

“You haven’t finished me,” Sandy finally said, now lying on her back on the mat.

“I don’t know if I can give you what you want,” Keith said in the darkness, his head still lowered.

“What? Oh, honey, don’t worry. Look, you still owe me a half hour of training, so let’s get on with it.”

“OK, get back on your hands and knees,” Keith instructed her quietly.

Now, I want you to put your arm down and this time, don’t extend your leg, but keep it bent at the knee and then rotate it outwards. – here, I’ll show you.” With that, Keith knelt down on the mat beside her and showed her the movement.

“I can’t see,” Sandy complained.

“So let’s turn the light on.”

“No! – here, keep going.” Sandy knelt next to Keith and stretched her hands out over his back, and then, slowly, ran her palm down over his buttocks, and then along that muscly thigh, which she could feel lifting and falling under her hands.

Get the idea?” Keith said, stopping just as Sandy’s hands were getting personal.

“Do it again, but pause,” Sandy requested. Keith obliged, and lifted his leg somewhat like a dog peeing on a hydrant. Sandy put her hand on his knee, and then ran her fingers up along his thigh, slowly feeling him shaking slightly. She let her fingertips just brush over the bulge of his manhood before pulling away.

“Can you keep it up for a long time?” Sandy asked coyly.

“Yeah, unless I get a cramp.”

“Well, we wouldn’t want that,” Sandy replied, and then reached back and gave his ass a firm squeeze. “Here? Is that where you get a cramp?” she teased him, and he swatted away her hand.

“Sorry. I’m just kidding.”

“OK.”

“OK, let’s get down to business.” And with that, Sandy knelt down beside Keith, and took his hand and put it on her waist. She then knelt on all fours, and then carefully raised her right leg at the hip socket, keeping the knee bent.

“Put your hands on my waist, Keith.” Sandy felt Keith’s warm body again next to her, his hands carefully holding her by the waist, like a dancer, and he guided and steadied her as she worked against his body, lifting and lowering that leg. After a few minutes Sandy was tiring, but she could tell that Keith was relaxing again.

“Let’s try a little slower” Sandy said, pausing for a moment. As she re-started the exercise, she felt Keith’s palm on her navel, gently holding her up.

“Keep your abs tight,” he whispered.

“I can’t tell where my leg is,” Sandy replied.

“Right here,” Keith replied. Then she felt his hand warm over her buttock and thigh and she pressed slightly back towards him. His hand was hot and firm over her strong muscles and so tantalizing! Sandy felt her breathing growing more rapid as his hand moved its way slowly towards her very center with each leg lift she made. Soon his hand was just barely pressed against her pubic mound as he held her in position. She was staring down at his groin, and his manhood was now swelling within the soft restraint of those black sweatpants. She just wanted to reach down and pull it out, but resisted the temptation again. Despite herself, Sandy felt her heart racing within her chest and a hot sweat starting to break out all over her body. She felt her body starting to take over control as his gentle pressure between her legs seemed to be the source of a fire even now being stoked within the depths of her womanhood.

“Do you feel that working for you?” he asked.

“Yes.”

His long, warm index finger was now pressed just over the cleft between her legs. She could feel her knees trembling and her body instinctively readying itself for him.

“OK, now let’s try the other leg,” he said, and came around behind her. Keith knelt behind her and lifted her left leg with his arm, and then he reached around and pulled her up by the hip, and she responded by pressing her rear into the swelling manhood between his thighs. She reached down with her other hand a guided his fingers over her sex. She could hear him start to pant and then his member twitched in his pants as he started to stroke her with his index finger. She could feel herself opening at his touch, her body eager to be penetrated. He reached into his pants and straightened himself out, and then Sandy could finally feel the size of his manhood as it slid hotly between her cheeks. All she could do is think about him tearing off her clothes and plunging deep into her, holding her up, taking her as a man should take a woman, when he abruptly pushed her away and sat back on the mat.

“Time for a break,” he panted.

“You’re thinking of her,” Sandy said. Keith nodded.

“That’s sweet,” she said. “She must be special.” Again there was silence between them.

“So, Keith, what did you do before you came out here?”

“Oh, just knocked about.”

“You seem familiar,” Sandy said into the darkness.

“I don’t think we’ve met,” he said

“Down in Tacoma … there’s this place called Maximo – I wonder if I saw you there?” Sandy probed. But Keith stopped immediately.

“Uh, no, I don’t think so.”

Sandy turned over and, lying on her back, wrapped her legs around his waist. “It’s OK, honey,” she whispered, and pulled him close. She couldn’t help but notice that his head was partially out of his sweatpants, for it simply didn’t fit.

“No – I never was there,” Keith said angrily.

“It’s OK, honey,” she said, and kissed him gently on the cheek. He pulled her close and reciprocated hungrily, kissing her on the lips, and then, like he remembered a promise, refused more, but couldn’t quite stop himself from letting his lips brush her neck and throat and earlobes. But then he pushed her away and sat up, and she slipped downwards, and then, as he tried to rise up, she grabbed him by the sweatpants and pulled them quickly down. His massive manhood immediately sprung forth and brushed against her face. “What the hell are you doing!” he yelled, and tried to step back, but Sandy caught him with a foot sweep and sent him sprawling down onto the mat, with his sweatpants still around his thighs. Sandy quickly rolled over on top of him, pinning him down, and he wrapped his strong arms around her. He was now exposed naked to her, she could feel his thick, hot shaft pressed against her sex which was now starting to soak through her leotard.

“Sorry, Keith. I’m sorry.” She felt his swollen member twitch beneath her. “Wow, that’s some gift you have.”

“That’s what they say.”

Sandy paused for a moment, the two of them pressed together, neither willing to push further, but not willing to part. She felt his strong chest pressed against her breasts through the thin spandex of her leotard.

“Look, Keith. I know that, well, a guy like you, he’s in demand...”

“Yes.”

Sandy started to kiss his neck as he reached up and ran his fingers through her hair. Then she felt his lips soft and warm on her earlobe and then her throat.

“There’s a lot of shitty people out there that want to take advantage of someone with your...gift”

Keith now explored the curve of Sandy's back with one hand while he began to rock gently beneath her. Then, in the darkness, they turned face to face, gazed into each other's eyes for a moment, and then plunged themselves into a passionate open-mouthed kiss, like two kids jumping naked into the local skinny-dipping hole. Sandy felt Keith's hands caressing her rump, kneading each muscle, and then his fingers were caressing her sex and she felt herself open up under his touch.

“A young stud like you is just the kind of guy someone like Johnny Dimarino would take advantage of...you ever heard of him?” Sandy felt Keith slipping his hand down underneath her leotard and she arched her back without thinking as his fingertips gently made their way over her warm, damp folds.

“Well, I thought maybe you might have. He runs that club Maximo up there where you’re from,” she continued. “Runs a lot of drugs, girls, that sort of thing… and guys.”

Keith didn’t say anything, but Sandy could feel his chest rising and falling heavily as her flower opened to the gentle probing of his fingertips as they continued to explore each others mouths with deep, passionate kisses.

“I take it he pops their cherries, just like us girls,” Sandy gasped between kisses, but Keith shook his head and then shoved her off and then grabbed for his sweatpants in an attempt to cover himself up.

“I know what it’s like, Keith,” Sandy lied. “I can make it OK. You have to trust me,” she said, looking him in the eyes, and then reached towards him, but he backed away and sat with his back against the stack of exercise mats. Sandy slowly crawled towards him and then knelt before him in the darkness. Then Sandy slowly reached out and removed Keith's hands from his sweatpants and reached out and placed her hand around the base of his manhood.
Jesus,
she thought to herself,
I can barely get my hand around it!

There was silence for a minute as a car drove past in the darkness. Sandy could hear Keith’s heavy breathing. She pulled him close so he could feel her body gently pressed against his, all the while gently holding his cock in one hand while nuzzling his chest with her warm soft face.

“I can’t do this,” Keith whispered as his cock throbbed under Sandy’s grasp.

“I know who you are, Keith,” Sandy said flatly. “But I don’t think you know what kind of trouble you’re in. When a guy like Johnny goes down, well, someone’s gonna pay, and pay hard.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“If you want my help, then do exactly what I say,” Sandy said, kissing his chest

“OK.”

“Are you ready to answer my questions?”

“OK,” Keith whispered as Sandy's kisses slipped lower and lower down his firm abs while she carfully held his meaty member in her free hand.

“You used to hang out with Johnny at the club,” Sandy said, letting her kisses make their way up and over Keith's neatly trimmed bush and down onto the top of that warm firm shaft.

“Yes.” Sandy suddenly felt Keith's hands pulling her leotard down forcefully, exposing her rump to the naked darkness which enveloped them.

Soon Sandy felt Keith’s hand hot and shaking over her swollen wet lips, and his finger parted her folds and he began to stroke her delicate little bud. Meanwhile she licked the soft head of his shaft with her tongue.

“Did you know a kid named Shane?” Sandy asked, holding Keith’s cock to her warm, soft lips.

“Yes,” Keith moaned, and Sandy slid him deep into her mouth. It was salty and soft and hard at the same time, and she was afraid he was going to climax and drown her. She began to stroke him with her mouth, slowly at first, and then she felt his hands on her head and his hips starting to quiver beneath her expert ministrations. He moaned deeply and then, pulling out, picked her up in his strong arms, turned her over, pressed her face down onto some mats, and pressed his warm fingers into her naked sex her as his massive shaft pressed against her rear. God, how she wanted him inside her!

“You want me… You want to put your cock deep into me!” Sandy whispered as he continued to finger fuck her. She started to feel herself climax on his hand, and she spread her legs wider to receive him, but he pulled his hand back.

“Did Shane ever spend time with Johnny?”

His hard cock was pressed hot against her rump, and she tried to move to take him, but he turned.

“No. He didn’t know anything about it.”

She reached back behind and pulled his fingers out of her and tried to press down on him, put he pulled it away, and then he lifted her up like she was nothing and turned her over again, and shoved her down hard on her back. He rudely grabbed at her leotard like an animal and roughly pulled it off her, scratching her a little in the process. She was now naked to him from the waist down and he gazed at her open, exposed sex, full and ready for his seed, ready for the taking.

“Did you have anything to do with Johnny’s disappearance?” Sandy asked, pulling him down towards her.

Their lips met and he hungrily forced her mouth open and probed her with his tongue. She tasted the sweet tanginess of her own sex and felt his hot chest against her breasts as he lowered

his body down over hers.

“I don’t know anything about that,” Keith replied.

He forced her legs apart and then pressed his penis down against her sex, and then she quickly reached down and guided the soft tip into her, and then he responded and eagerly pressed into her. She cried out as she felt herself stretching to the ultimate to make room for him as she felt him completely fill her as no man had done before.

“Easy, easy baby…”

Keith suddenly pulled out of her and then angrily turned away.

“No… I’m sorry, I just can’t.”

She let him sit in the darkness for a few minutes, and then she put her arms around him, he with his back to her.

“He...he used me,” Keith whispered.

“Tell me,” Sandy said, holding him tighter.

“I was just a dumb kid, but he was so… cool. I mean, I had girls before, and drugs, and a ride, but not like that. Not like Johnny.”

Slowly, ever so slowly, she moved her hands down around his waist and took his manhood in her hands, still wet from her, and started gently stroking him.