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Neal pressed his body against her, holding her close, his penis pushed onto her pelvis. He rocked his hips back, and instinctively Rachel spread her legs open for him. His penis slid down through her curls, and she felt the head of it slide easily onto her vulva. Cringing she felt him work his penis little by little, slowly deeper inside of her. Her heart pounded in a confusing mixture of excitement and terror as a burning pain tore inside her. Then, at once, he was fully inside.
Rachel gasped loudly, her back arching in pleasure. He was in her, filling her. Again she felt him collide within her soul, for the brief time they were one. She groaned as he moved in and out, filling her, pulling away, and filling her again. It touched her where his fingers had before, and so much more. She felt herself rising again, panting. He moved quicker, his chest rumbling as he moaned over and over with every demanding thrust. Her fingernails dug into his back as it felt like he grew inside of her, massaging so much of her she never understood she had. She allowed herself a deep grunt as he pushed into her, and stroked back out again, the excitement again burning with his gentle rocking motions.
He shivered in her grasp, letting out a loud groan as he thrust. Rachel felt his quivering flow into her body. She shook again as the satisfying ecstasy raged in her; this time it burned slowly, but left her as gratified as before, the monster sated, the needs content. She smiled despite herself, despite warm tears that ran down along her cheeks. Neal toppled over her, limp and breathless, then rolled over beside her with a peaceful moan.
He pulled her onto him, her face against his chest, his arm snug around her, as they lay on the rug in front of the dying fire. His smiling eyes closed, and he fell asleep quickly, his face happy and calm. Rachel ran her hand over his chest and strong arms, playing with his hair.
For the first time she allowed herself to study him closely. He was a man. He had a man’s strength, a man’s confidence. His muscles were hardened. She realized there was more to his life than being a lawyer. There was still a lot he had yet to tell her.
She looked down along the length of his body, sprawled naked before her, naked and asleep. He also had a man’s penis, now limp and sleeping. It curved contentedly over to one side. His gonads were covered in rich blonde hair, as was his chest. His stomach, arms, and legs were lightly covered in hair as well. She touched him, his penis, and it moved with her touch as though it had a mind of its own. His gonads rolled a bit, repositioning themselves to their liking.
Rachel reached over him, pulled her blanket from the sofa and spread it over the two of them. She rolled over and pushed her back up against him. She stared for a long time at the fire, watching it quiet down to embers, and darken.
There was a thick, velvety softness to his voice, a vibration that burrowed deep inside. It seemed to delve beneath Sandy’s creamy skin and stimulate the depths of her soul. She listened intently to his detailed explanation of business facts and figures, trying earnestly to understand the content, but finding herself so totally lost in his powerful presentation that she couldn’t understand a thing he was saying. Confidence dripped from his tall body, his straight upright form tightly filling the shoulders of his black suit as he masterfully worked the podium. He was a lion with a full mane of neatly-groomed and richly dark hair, money was his prey, and the audience stood to be among his pride. And Sandy, at that moment, wanted nothing more than to be devoured by him.
There were big decisions to be made, with Henry Cutter and Associates standing to either make – or lose – a lot of money depending on whether or not the dignified gentleman standing at the head of the room knew what he was talking about. And Sandy was on the board to decide whether or not he really did. She closed her eyes tightly, hoping the others on the board were less influenced by the teaming eroticism of the man, Thomas Rochester, who was asking – almost demanding – a very large sum for an investment in a relatively unknown business venture. Thomas’s business was finance, and the investment was in sexually explicit marketing research.
He wasn’t there. She searched the long stretches of beach, but couldn’t see him there either. She had missed him.
“Hi,” a deep, masculine voice spoke softly behind her.
Sandy spun around, her burst of excitement waning quickly as she realized it wasn’t Thomas. Still the tall man towered strongly above her. He stood there gallantly, his eyes roaming over Sandy’s slender figure and through her satiny blond hair.
“Could I buy you a drink?” he offered, motioning to the poolside bar.
Sandy strained to control her throbbing needs and quickly looked the young man over. She didn’t recognize him at all, and he certainly didn’t look like a businessman. Possibly one of the hotel workers, she thought. But his arms and chest bulged slightly with young muscle, and his stomach was tight. She could see the vague bulge of his penis through his dark swimming suit and could tell he was interested in her for more than just a drinking partner.
“Are you staying here, in the hotel?” Sandy asked coyly, avoiding his question.
He smiled an innocently boyish grin, and nodded. “Well, not actually staying,” he confessed, “I . . . I work here, kinda.”
Perfect, Sandy thought. Exactly what she expected. “I’ll say you only kinda work here! It looks like you’re just lounging out by the pool picking up on girls,” Sandy teased.
“The boss lets us hang out like this after our shifts are through,” he hurriedly explained. “I’m not really supposed to tell you I work here, I’m supposed to pretend to be a guest.”
“Do you have a room?” Sandy asked presumptuously.
He shook his head.
“Were you trying to pick up on me?” Sandy probed deeper.
He grinned again, scoping her body like she was a new surfboard he wanted to ride. “Can you blame me?” he asked. “Any red-blooded American boy would be willing to try his hand at getting you.”
Sandy smiled smoothly, then stepped directly in front of him. Without a word she quickly cupped his large, round balls in one hand while clasping his arm with her other to keep him from moving away. He gasped in surprise as she ran expert fingers up along the curve of his masculinity, squeezing it to assure it was hard.
“Let’s go to my room, now!” Sandy insisted, pulling him by his hand. She dragged him, oddly reluctant, into the parking garage and toward the lower elevator.
“I’m not supposed to be doing this with hotel guests,” he explained suddenly as he pulled back, stopping Sandy. “I could get fired for this!”
Sandy could see the real fear in his eyes, his hesitation, and it sparked her raging fires even more. She spotted an equipment storage closet near the elevators, and pulled him roughly inside.
Turning on the dim light as she closed the door behind them she could see the young man’s tender, squirming body, his full dark blond hair, and the exciting hesitation in his green eyes. As she kissed him hard on his mouth she could feel his hands begin to rub her body, up along her back, and around to touch her firm breasts. Forcefully Sandy yanked his trunks down and he yelped from both shock and pain as the band bent his penis down hard. But everything sprang back up into place as his trunks fell down around his ankles. Pressing herself tightly against his body, Sandy pulled the crotch in her bikini bottoms to one side.

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