by Gina Mint
Gregg took a deep breath, relieved that it was her and not whoever that muscle bound stud was who had pulled up in the Benz. Now more than ever he wanted to know who that guy was. It would be crazy to go forward with any type of relationship with this woman until he got an answer to that question.
“Are you okay?” Mandy asked as she wrapped her arms around his shoulder and kissed him softly on the cheek.
Her soft touches warmed Gregg’s body.
The angry sound of a car engine nearly made Gregg jump out of his skin. He turned and looked out the window. The silver Benz was backing out of the driveway at a ridiculous rate of speed. It looked like it was about to crash into the trunk a huge tree, but it swerved at the last moment and continued out of the driveway and out into the street.
“I hate it when he drives like that,” Mandy said. “He must have learned it from his father.”
“Father?” Gregg’s head was spinning. Apparently that hunky guy was not her lover.
“Are you sure don’t need to lie down for a moment?” Mandy asked.
Gregg definitely needed to lie down but he needed to do it with Mandy in his arms. All this energy he’d spent on being jealous had worn him out. He felt like such a fool.
“So that was your son in that car?” He said, needing to confirm what he thought to be true.
“Yes, that was my Ricky. He’s an only child. Spoiled as hell.”
“And he didn’t care that I was over here?”
Mandy looked at back him for a few moments without responding.
“You really think that I told him that you were here?”
“I mean I thought that maybe you would. How old is he?”
“He’s 20,” she responded. “And he would literally crush you if he knew that you over here.”
Gregg swallowed hard. He pictured her son man’s angry face and muscle bound body charging at him full speed, overflowing with rage. He winced as he pictured one the son’s big, meaty fists heading straight for his face. No matter how good this woman’s pussy had been, it still wasn’t worth getting one’s face pummeled in. If this crazy son was going to lurking around all the summer than it might be best for Gregg to find another woman to play around with, preferably one with much less baggage.
“Are you serious?” Gregg asked, holding out hope that maybe, quite possibly the beefy stud, was actually her gay hairdresser who just looked like he was capable of breaking another man in two.
“Don’t be scared, baby,” Mandy said, taking a step closer to him and placing her leg in between his.
Seconds later, Gregg felt her hand squeezing his cock and balls. There was something so damn erotic about the way she touched him. She always seemed to be in control.
Gregg remembered the resolution he’d made earlier. He smiled lustily at Mandy then squeezed ass tightly. Their bodies pressed into each other. Mandy squeezed harder on Gregg’s package. He was dying to push his hard cock back inside of her.
“Yes, he’s really my son. But he’s spending the summer with his father in California. He just came by to pick up some of his things.”
“So he’s not going to walk in on us one day and try and break my neck?”
“Not unless I tell him to,” Mandy answered.
“I should have known that you’d turn out to be the femme fatale type. I better not cross you.”
“Better not,” Mandy said leaning forward and kissing Gregg gently on the mouth. “But you know what I want you to do?”
“What?”
“Shut up and fuck me,” Mandy said.
She screeched as Gregg lifted her of the ground, then laid her gently on the bed.
“Oh, your grip is so firm,” Mandy said. “I like it when you touch me like that.”
“I bet you do. And I’ve got plenty more of that.”
They both quickly undressed and began clawing at each other’s flesh. They didn’t have lot of time for foreplay though. They were both so hungry, so desperately hungry for each other.
Mandy helped Gregg guide his hard dick into her pussy. Gregg was amazed by how wet she was, so wet that his thick, hard dick didn’t have any trouble sliding right inside of her. They both moaned with pleasure as Gregg began to slowly picked speed, pumping her harder and faster as sweat broke out over both their bodies and they hugged and kissed and clawed, and then they both were taken away by powerful orgasms that left them trembling in each other’s arms.
They stayed in bed, locked in a loving embrace until the wee hours of the morning.
It was the many of such nights that they would spend together that summer. Even now that Gregg’s away at school, Mandy sends him a sexy pic every week or so to remind him of what he’s missing. He can’t wait for the next school holiday that will give him an excuse to return to his hometown. He knows for sure that he won’t be bored.
The End
Story Eight
“Your red blood cell count and hemoglobin are normal but your white blood cell count is markedly decreased,” Dr. Derek Smith informed the patient as he perused the lab result in his hands. “This can indicate a viral infection. We’ll have to perform more diagnostic tests tomorrow to rule out other conditions.”
After the patient left, Derek sat down exhausted. A wisp of stubborn hair crept to his forehead, covering one of his wide-set blue eyes. His lips were rich and full and his square jaw was tightened into a smirk. At the hospital, he was often mistaken as a celebrity due to his handsome features. He was also born with a silver spoon and this fact added to his charm and sex appeal.
It had been a hectic day and it was the last of his patients. Under normal circumstances, he would still be bouncing with energy but the pain caused by his break-up with Nicole had taken its toll and he was suffering physically and emotionally. He knew emotional sickness is the mother of a myriad of illnesses, and he was aware he had to take a break and go somewhere else less toxic, if he wanted to recover.
He started going over the piles of correspondence on his table. One was an invitation to a medical mission in Southeast Asia. He was about to throw the invitation together with the other trash, when an idea struck him. Why not? He had donated to charitable institution religiously, but he had not done any charitable work since he became a doctor; maybe, just maybe, it was the perfect time for a respite from hospital work.
With a sigh of acquiescence, he stuffed the notice in his coat, cleared his desk, and neatly packed his stethoscope and white gown into his medical bag. I’ll have to think of a plan tonight, he thought.
He made the final decision that night to join the medical team for abroad. A change in environment will surely help him nurse his broken heart.
Once his decision was made, it was easy to accomplish the required paper work. Next thing he knew, he was on a mission plane to Southeast Asia.
The natives of the small island were warm and hospitable but these did not change the fact that they were in a miserable condition. Houses were demolished; trees were uprooted haphazardly and scattered everywhere; roads were impassable and flooded, and the people lived in poorly managed evacuation centers. Diarrhea had started to spread because of contaminated water, and the danger of dengue fever had alerted the medical team to be wary of its symptoms.
There were teams from various countries cooperating for the relief effort; Team Canada were in charge of building temporary shelters; Team Japan, for sanitation programs, and Team U.S.A. for medical services.
It was there at the evacuation center that Derek met Dr. Allan Dwight, another American volunteer from Idaho. Allan had the same masculine appeal like Derek, only his features were more feminine; smaller nose and thinner lips.
“We’ll have to buy bottled water,” Allan suggested to Derek, while examining the murky drinking water at the evacuation center.
“Let’s do that. There are no potable water supplies in this area,” Derek agreed. “Hopefully, there will be stocks in the market.”
They became fast friends afterwards. They visited
the evacuation center together, shared their knowledge in diagnosing conditions, and discussed the patients’ status, whenever necessary. It was also convenient that they were billeted in the same room and had the same tent in the working area.
The ambiance at the evacuation center was different from the hospital setting. Although things had to be more organized and the community needed rebuilding, it was less rigid and less stressful. After Derek’s rounds, he usually watched the brilliant sunset from the white, fine sands of the beach. On one occasion, he scaled the nearest hill for a breath of fresh, unadulterated air. What more, he still can do what he loved most – curing sick people.
Derek’s musings were interrupted when a severely malnourished child of seven was rushed in. He had deep-sunken eyes; he was as thin as a reed, and had dry, flaky skin.
“Nurse, he needs an IVF stat. D5LRS 500…” Derek wrote on the notepad, concentrating on the emergency case at hand.
Allan was at the opposite bed evaluating the vital signs of another patient. Together, they were done with their rounds within a few hours, and they had the whole afternoon to themselves.
“This rice wine is the best,” Allan enthused, as they sat by the seaside stall watching sun-tanned kids building sand castles.
“It’s healthier too,” Derek agreed. “So, what made you volunteer for this mission?” He was comfortable enough with Allan to ask him a personal question.
“Hmmm, I wanted to help,” Allan replied, seemingly castigating Derek; what other reasons could there be?
Derek felt a twinge of remorse of his own personal reasons. Doctors were supposed to be life savers and not after their own personal gain.
Allan was thinking he must be nursing a broken heart, as well? That was Allan’s secondary reason for volunteering – to ‘recuperate’ from a rejection. He had been dumped by Lucille, the person he loved most in the world.
“More rice wine, sir?” A young local girl asked them. Luscious lips, dimpled cheeks, small conservative nose and voluptuous figure. “You may want to taste this local meat delicacy too,” she offered; her pearly white teeth gleaming against her golden brown skin. It was evident she had a good grasp of the English language.
“Sure, if you recommend it,” they chorused.
With her round black eyes, jet black hair and small frame, they found the young woman exotic, unlike any other they had met before, and this piqued their interests.
“Can you sit here for a while and provide us company? We would like to know more about your island,” Allan requested, observing Derek’s reaction.
She obliged with a smile.
“I’m Allan. This is Derek.”
“I’m Mila but you can call me Miles,” she extended her hand. “I presume you’re doctors?”
“Well, we’d like to shed that identity for a while,” Derek countered, as he clasp her hand tightly before releasing it. She’s beautiful, this woman, he thought.
“Oh, sorry,” she smiled shyly, withdrawing her hand, “so what do you want to know?”
“Are there any good places to visit?” Allan queried. He was sure he can recuperate promptly if all local girls were like Mila, he concluded.
“There’s a place called Callao Falls not far from here,” she disclosed. “It’s unique because, there’s also a cathedral inside an ancient cave beside it.”
“That sounds great!” Derek stood up. “Can you please be our tour guide?”
“Right now?” Mila asked, surprised.
“We’ll talk to your employer…” Allan suggested.
“Oh no, don’t. I’ll ask him,” Mila restrained Allan, and proceeded inside.
After a few minutes, she came out in blue baggy shorts and sleeveless white cotton blouse; her small round nipples discernible underneath her thin blouse. Her long, wavy tresses were immaculately tied in a bun. Derek caught his breath. She was a sight to behold, fresh and beautiful.
Both men ogled her as she sauntered toward them.
“C’mon guys, we don’t have enough time,” she ignored their admiring faces and tugged Derek’s arms.
Derek felt a jolt of awareness that came to the forefront when she touched his arm.He knew that feeling all too well - the sensation of a woman’s touch. His doctor’s mind deducted that they must have possessed matching pheromones or biosensors. He hadn’t felt that sensation for quite some time after his breakup with Nicole, but he had not forgotten it altogether.
Meanwhile, Allan was imagining Mila naked in bed, cavorting with him. His face turned red when Mila turned to him and asked, “A penny for your thoughts?”
I was thinking of you and I in bed, Allan wanted to tell her. He had been extremely busy at work and did not have the chance to overcome his rejection or to date and get laid for several months since, and the heaviness in his balls was clamoring for release.
They ascended in silence the narrow trail leading to the waterfalls. Mila led the way and Derek and Allan followed in a single file. The verdant carpeted trail ran to a small clearing where a bubbling waterfall towered above them. It was not as wide as Derek expected it to be, but it was majestic in the afternoon sun. It sparkled and cascaded in curly waves through the mossy black stones into the wide, natural pool below.
Mila discarded her white blouse and underneath it was a skimpy bra that seemed too small to support her luscious breasts. They appeared to burst out from their unwanted confinement. She decided to keep her shorts on. She jumped into the pool and yelled at them, “Hey guys take a dip. It’s refreshing.”
In their village nudity had never been a problem. The native folks – male or female - bathe in the nude and no one considered it indecent. But when young people attended college in town, and foreigners had set foot in their homes, people became conscious of their own nakedness.
Half submerged in water; Mila was like a nymph having a swim, with her small, perfect figure and lovely face.
Allan went first, his pulses racing to the challenge. Derek followed next.
Derek, however, made the first significant move. He grabbed Mila playfully from the back and threw her into the water. Derek felt his bare skin grow hot when Mila’s semi-nakedness rubbed against his, and her breast rested on his forearms. She fell into the water laughing and screaming.
Her screams awakened Allan’s dormant emotions anew. He dived into the pool and swam after them. He dragged Derek away from Mila and seized her from behind, intentionally cupping her breasts with his palms. Her sex appeal was hard for Allan to ignore. But her tits were too big to fondle with his one palm.
Startled, Mila broke free from Allan’s grasped and swam to the other end of the pool. She was expecting them to get interested in her, but not that quickly. For all her boldness and flighty spirit, she was still genuinely shy and scared. That must be the reason why at 20, she was still a clueless virgin.
There were strange emotions surfacing to her consciousness and she didn’t want to acknowledge them. She quickly donned her blouse over her wet bra and called out, “Let’s go see the cathedral.”
She edged her way into the rugged stone doorway near the bottom of the waterfall. It was dark inside but hundreds of lighted candles set the interior of the cave ablaze. At the center of the cavernous space was the stone altar. There were also dozens of lighted candles around the oval structure. At the innermost portion was a large silver cup with a stiletto on top of it. It reminded Mila of the altars she had read in books where witches offered virgins to their gods. Layers of rough stalagmite adorned the area, allowing the interior of the cave to look like a ‘cathedral’. A door-like opening led to a smaller cavern.
While Mila was admiring the stalactites that pierced the roof of the cave, Derek and Allan caught up with her. Mila was incapable of meeting their eyes, still conscious of what Allan did earlier to her in the pool. She sensed her body growing hot in remembrance of Allan’s arms around her breasts. But she noticed that the two men were not even bothered at all.
Derek was beside her in an ins
tant. “That sure looks incredible,” he mused, touching a protruding layer. His arm brushed Mila’s. Mila reacted instinctively, pulling her arm away, while Derek appeared unruffled. What she had secretly wanted was for him to embrace and hug her tight until her tingling tits were pressed against his burly chest.
