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This story contains words of a sexual nature and should not be read by
juveniles.  If this means you, go away and read something else; you
shouldn't be here anyway.  This is a work of fiction and in no way
portrays real life - if you can't hack that, go lie down in a dark
room; the bad feelings will go away.

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Robyn's Nest

     by
     
Sven the Elder

© June '98

	The Lodge was not crowded this early in the season.  The few 
folks who were staying had had their evening meal, and then they seemed 
to fade into thin air.  As I waved Warthog off, I remember the car park 
had seemed empty.

	"Sorry to be antisocial Sven, but I have some friends who live 
locally and I want to see them.  Their car's busted, so just this once 
you lose!"  And he had grinned as he gunned the engine and sped off.

	"Don't wait up!" had been one of the last comments before the 
little sports car had sped off into the dusk.  I was on my first visit 
to the US and had relished the thought of meeting and chatting to other 
people, even if they were tourists; but now, in the quiet of the dimly 
lit bar, I was on my own.  No matter.  There was a diary of the day's 
events at Yosemite to write up, a few postcards to write to friends, 
and the small matter of another beer.  Now that was an idea: another 
beer.

	So I stretched, got up, and ambled over to the bar to find that 
the rather quiet youth had been replaced by a young woman.  She got up 
and sort of unfolded.  I admit to being a little startled as she stood 
up.  The callow youth had been replaced by a tall blonde, about the 
same height as myself.  A neat white blouse hid whatever charms she may 
have had, but the rather unexpectedly short skirt did not, could not, 
hide an extremely shapely pair of long, lithe legs.  They were a 
knockout.  I chuckled inwardly as the old joke flashed across my mind: 
they went right to the top, or bottom, depending on your point of view.

	"Can I help you?"  The slight twang of California brought me 
back to earth.

	"Ah, yes, at least I hope so; I'd like another beer, please."

	"Certainly."  The girl turned and bent over to pick up a Coors 
from the cool cupboard, and I was treated to the sight of an even nicer 
pair of ass cheeks.  Mesmerised, like a rabbit before a snake, I almost 
dribbled at the sight, and I was totally caught out when the woman 
before me turned round with my beer.  I felt myself blush as she 
grinned at my discomfort.

	"Like what ya see?" she laughed.

	"Ah, no, I mean yes, jeez sorry, that was rude of me!" I 
spluttered.  As I walked back to the seat down towards the log fire, to 
the echo of her genial laugh, I mentally kicked himself.  How could I 
be that gauche?  Hell, I was old enough to know to be a little more 
tactful when trying to be nice to someone.  With a bit of a start, I 
realised that I wouldn't mind an evening of her company, whether it led 
anywhere or not.  I giggled a bit to myself as I thought of the Warthog 
walking in on that.

	For all his stories, the Warthog is quiet and sensitive, and 
would probably be as embarrassed as hell.  I went back to my reveries, 
staring at the fire and thinking about the travels so far.  After a 
week on the road, some of the women I was looking at were becoming far 
too interesting.  Such a pity there was so little opportunity to follow 
up anything.  I chuckled inwardly again thinking of the view of the 
barmaid's ass as she had bent over.  "I wonder if she's a natural 
blonde," I thought.

	I was interrupted by the lady herself.  She had padded quietly 
up behind me, beside the table.  "Your glass is empty; can I buy you 
one and come and chat?  It's not often this quiet and I don't usually 
get the chance to talk to visitors from the other side of the pond."

	I found myself laughing.  "Yes of course, I'm feeling a little 
lonely, and I'd love to talk - that is, if you feel like talking to an 
Irishman who was rude enough to stare at your ass like that."

	It was the woman's turn to laugh gently.  "My fault; it was a bit 
obvious, but I couldn't resist the temptation to flash you a little! 
I'm Robyn, by the way."

	I introduced myself and wondered if the evening wasn't taking a 
turn for the better already.

	She returned with the two beers and I offered to pay.  "Nope; 
this one's on me," said Robyn, "as long as I can join you."  She sat 
opposite me, with as much decorum as the skirt would allow.

	"God!" I thought, "it's barely legal."

	The unavoidable view confirmed what I had only seen the merest 
flash of earlier: her panties were black, matching her skirt.  The 
contrast with her white blouse and blonde hair was very pretty.  In the 
end I relaxed and sat back to take in the lady across from me.  She was 
tall, quite slim, skinny almost, but very pleasantly attractive.

	We chatted and became more relaxed with each other's company.  
I told her of my home area in the UK and we talked of the places I had 
visited so far.  Robyn told me she had come up to the resort in the 
previous fall and had stayed through the winter with the ski crowd, and
was now looking forward to early summer and the increase in business it
would bring.

	"But Robyn, why so far out in the boondocks?  Why leave that 
beautiful part of the coast close to Half Moon Bay?  Surely there's 
more there than here, high in the Sierra Nevadas."

	Robyn stiffened and was quiet for a moment, staring into the 
flickering flames of the log fire.

	I apologised.  "I'm sorry I didn't mean to pry..."

	Robyn held up her hand and said, "No, don't worry.  Just a 
little of the old boyfriend trouble.  He wanted to settle down; I 
didn't.  Pretty basic, really."

	I chuckled gently, "Hey, that's unusual, isn't it?  Normally 
you ladies want to settle down and we men don't!"

	Robyn relaxed again, then laughed a little.  "Well, I suppose 
so.  But I felt there was more to life than getting married at 22, 
especially as he wanted to have kids straight away.  I want to enjoy 
myself, meet people, maybe have the odd fling, not settle into a rut 
at my age."

	She giggled a bit as I chuckled again.  "I'll never understand 
you girls as long as I live."  Then after a moment's pause I said, 
"Would you like another beer?"  As Robyn got up to get them I stood up, 
stretched a little, and then put another log on the fire before making 
for the restrooms.

	When I came back out Robyn had turned the bar lights almost off 
with a dimmer switch and was sitting on the bench next to where I 
had been sitting.  Now it was rather romantically dark, with only the 
fire light to illuminate the corner.  Glancing as I sat down beside her 
I realised her blouse was a little more open than before, or maybe it 
was just a trick of the shadows and my imagination.  "Whoa, there," I 
thought, "don't go jumping to conclusions."

	Before I could properly decide, Robyn said to me, "I hope you 
don't mind the gloom.  Frank, the owner, just phoned down to say that 
I could close up shop a little early tonight.  He's asked me to lock 
the bar up as he doesn't expect anyone else in."

	As I sat down, I looked at my watch in the firelight and found 
that it was past eleven pm.  Robyn got up and squeezed past, a little 
unsteadily, between my knees and the table.  Automatically I reached 
out to steady her as she went.  She giggled a little as I put one hand 
on her hip, the other to her waist.  She turned round a little and 
leaned back down close to me, just enough to catch a glimpse of her 
naked breasts as she did so, then I was distracted as she gently kissed 
me on the tip of my nose.

	"At least let me lock the door first," she said softly.

	Now it was my turn to be a little startled.  It's nice to be 
seduced, and, unexpected as it was, I began to think that maybe that 
was what was happening.  My heart began to beat a little faster as I 
watched the curve of her legs when she crossed quickly to the main 
entrance and I heard her snap the door catch.  Then she went behind the 
bar and the last of the lights were dimmed totally, leaving only the 
flickering of the firelight.

	"Don't worry," she called out softly, "We're not overlooked." 
As she walked back to me, she gestured at the windows.  I could just 
make out her arm wave at the open curtains as she spoke.

	As she got near in the semi-darkness, she put something down 
on the seat opposite before returning with the intention of sitting 
beside me.  As she tried to squeeze past me, I put my hands gently on 
her hips and  pulled her down so that she was sitting on my lap.

	I was rewarded by a giggle and a provocative wiggle of her 
hips as she snuggled her back against me.  My hands moved round her 
waist and I held her gently as she leaned her head back alongside mine 
on the leather sofa.  I turned my head gently and kissed her forehead 
as she turned towards me a little.

	Robyn sighed contentedly.  "You Irishmen are so nice," she said
quietly.  "The last animal I went out with would have had my drawers
over the lamp shade by now.  In fact, he'd probably be on his first 
post-orgasmic damned cigarette!"

	The thought conjured up was so ridiculous that we both laughed.
I shifted myself slightly and ran my hand down her back as I kissed her
properly this time.  She opened her lips and I ran my tongue gently 
along them.  Robyn shivered gently under my touch.  I was right; she 
was not wearing a bra.  I moved my hand round to her front and cupped 
one of her breasts gently through her blouse.  I could feel her nipple 
stiffen under my palm.  Robyn broke her embrace and sat back a little 
so I could undo her blouse buttons.  As they were revealed, her breasts 
shone gently in the soft glow of the flickering flames.

	I reached inside her blouse and cupped one breast gently as I 
leaned forward and kissed the nipple on the other.  Robyn's fingers 
twirled in the back of my hair as she leaned her head back and moaned 
softly in her throat at her pleasure.  Again I ran my hand round under 
her blouse and used the edge of my fingernail to tease her back, from 
the nape of her neck to the base of her spine.  My mouthful of breast 
wobbled in a wonderful way as she shivered again at my touch.

	She disentangled herself from me and stood up, slipping off her 
blouse and then unfastening the snap of the waist band of her skirt.
She slipped it down and stepped out of it.  "Now do you like what 
you see?"

	As she was wearing only a pair panties in the firelight, I 
could just see her svelte figure in all its beauty.  Robyn was slim, 
but in nice proportion; she had a beautiful shape.  Facing me, she 
landed back in my lap, straddling me, and she quickly undid the buttons 
of my shirt.  Slipping it off my shoulders, she said, "Fair's fair," as 
she started on the belt of my jeans.  Then, as she touched the buttons 
to undo them, she encountered the bulge of my erection.  "U-huh, guess 
you do like," she grinned.

	I ran my finger down her front, from her chin, between those 
gently jutting breasts, on down to her bellybutton, and then to the top
of her panties, and said, "Suppose I do?"

	Without answering, Robyn climbed off me, stood up, and hauled 
me to my feet.  Squatting down, she pulled my jeans so that, kicking 
off my shoes, I could step out of them and join her in semi-undress.

	Robyn held my hand and led me across to the other chair.  She
let my hand go and said over her shoulder, "Give me a hand with this."
I realised it was a sleeping bag or something similar she had brought 
over when she had returned from lowering the lights.  I helped lay it 
out on the floor in front of the log fire.

	As I kneeled on it, I reached for Robyn's legs, pulling gently 
on the back of her thighs so as to bring her closer.  She stood there 
as I moved my hands to gently pull and squeeze her ass while I nuzzled 
the front of her panties with the side of my face, using my nose to 
touch her sex.

	Robyn gently held the top of my head as I moved away a little 
and pulled her panties down so that she could step out of them.  I 
groaned, almost inwardly, as Robyn's musky scent of arousal filled my 
nostrils, and, if it were possible, I could feel my penis harden even 
further.  Using the tip of my nose again, I teased at the top of her 
wetness, pulling her to me, easing her legs open so as to be able to go 
deeper with my tongue.

	Robyn become a little unsteady on her feet, swaying as she 
moaned, so I helped her to lie face down on the cover.  Now I kneeled, 
one knee between her legs, one knee alongside her hip as I faced the 
top of her back.  Using my fingers, I slowly began to massage the small 
of her back, running my thumbs from the crease of her buttocks, up to
either side of her spine to the top of her back.  One, two, then three 
strokes like that, and then, leaning back a little, I started on first 
one leg, then the other, from the back of her knees up to the top of 
her thighs.  I let my fingers graze the lips of her sex as I reached 
the tops.  As I continued, she opened her legs to the point where I 
could put the flat of my palm against her hot, wet sex and massage her 
directly.

	She moaned in pleasure, and when I finally cupped the lips of 
her sex, Robyn bucked back against my hand.  I let my fingers slide 
into the waiting wetness and then caressed her clit gently.  Robyn 
began keening softly.  She bucked violently backwards and my thumb slid 
right inside her.  Then, with a further two quick movements, Robyn 
spasmed in orgasm against me, biting the cover to try unsuccessfully to 
remain quiet.

	As she came down from that high, she opened her eyes and rolled 
a little to one side.  "God that was good!  I'd forgotten what it's 
like to be thought of first."  She sat up and gave me a big, wet, 
beautiful kiss, running her hands across my chest and then downwards.  
She pulled away and spluttered, "Christ!  You haven't even taken your 
shorts off yet."  Then more firmly, "Lie down.  I want to return the 
favour a little."

	Robyn rolled more to one side and pushed me down on my back. 
She grasped the waistband of my shorts, and I eased my hips up as she 
pulled them off and threw them to one side in the darkness.  Now it was 
her turn, and I gasped a little as she ran her long fingernails across 
my nipples and down to my belly.  She giggled a little as she rolled me 
over and tried to push me flat onto my front, and then realised I had 
to lie with one leg bent so as to accommodate my erection without the 
discomfort of lying on it.  

	Now Robyn started to tease my back, then my legs.  Then she ran 
a single fingernail down my spine, right under my tailbone, and with 
great delight and another giggle as I tried to suppress a gasp, she 
carried on over my anus to my balls.  Wrapping a hand round my shaft 
from behind, she gave my penis a quick stroke.

	Now it was my turn to gasp and say, "No, that's too much!"  I 
was cordially ignored, but she did stop and move away from me.  I felt 
her breasts against my back as she lay on top of me, grinding her pubic 
hair into my ass as she nibbled my ears from behind.  If anything, the 
feeling was almost worse than being handled.  I felt I was fast losing 
control, and if I were going to cum, I knew where I wanted to make my 
deposit!  So I rolled onto my back.  She slipped off of me and then 
almost purred as she saw my hard shaft glistening in the firelight with 
the precum that was dribbling from the tip.

	She leaned forward and engulfed it with her mouth, leaving me 
wet and glistening from her saliva as I arched my back up for more of 
that superb tongue and lips.  Then, quickly, she straddled me, briefly 
holding my penis and guiding me into the entrance of her waiting slit.  
We gasped in unison with the pleasure as she slid down, taking me deep 
inside her slick wetness in one easy motion.  Briefly she leaned back 
on her hands to increase the pressure, and then, as she realised we 
would both lose it, she leaned upright and forward so as to bring her 
hard nipples into reach of my waiting mouth.  She pinched them a little 
to make them harder and increase the sensations, so I took my cue and 
nibbled and bit them gently.  I felt the contractions in her pelvis as 
the sensations hit her, and I flexed my hips to start us moving.

	Robyn raised herself as I did so, then moved against me, and we 
fucked hard for only a very few seconds before my orgasm made me arch 
my back as I tried impossibly to get deeper inside her.  She keened as 
she came, scant milliseconds behind me, reaching down to try and help 
me stay in contact as I tried to pump deeper inside her.  The tableau 
froze in the flickering firelight for a indiscernible few seconds, like 
a still from a movie, and then Robyn slowly fell forward onto my chest.

	With the intensity of that moment, I was barely able to take 
things in.  I gathered her into my arms and held her as our heartbeats 
returned for what passed as normal.  I kissed her forehead, then the 
tip of her nose.  Then we kissed and nibbled each others lips and face.
I felt her clench her muscles to try and prevent me sliding out, but to
no avail, as my penis slowly shrivelled.

	"If I can't have him inside me down there, then I'll eat him 
instead!"  Then she swivelled round and took my penis into her mouth, 
caressing it with her lips and tongue.

	I found her damp and musky cunt irresistibly close, just above 
my own face, so I buried my tongue deep inside her sweet and sour quim 
to return the favour.  Eventually, as we both became too sensitive to 
continue, we stopped, and I turned her right way round and snuggled her 
into my arms between me and the fire.  Robyn pulled the cover over my 
back to keep off the draft as we kissed gently, savouring each others 
juices from our damp faces.

	A distant clock struck two o'clock, and shortly afterwards we 
heard a car drive past to the back of the lodge.  I recognised the 
sound and said, "Hey, that's Warthog's car.  I hoped he doesn't start 
looking for me."

	Robyn stirred and said, "Damn!  That's probably my sister come 
back with him."

	I said, "What?" in a tone of voice that made Robyn laugh.

	"Hey!  Didn't you know, he was taking out Suzie, my twin 
sister?  I thought you knew."

	Then Robyn was up, finding her clothes and getting dressed.  
"Hurry up, we'd better go find them before they find us."

	We dressed, made the fire safe, and, carrying the cover, went 
out into the cold night air, locking the bar behind us.  "Come on, we 
gave you the room that adjoins ours in the staff quarters."

	I hurried in Robyn's wake as she rounded the corner at the back 
of the Lodge.  Warthog's car was parked outside a door that was still 
ajar.  We got to it just after it shut and looked in to find Suzie and 
Warthog in a clinch just inside the door, silhouetted in the dim light 
from inside.

	"Hey, you two, come on, let us in!  It's cold out here," said 
Robyn, and we all moved fully inside.  With the outer door shut it was 
possible to see a little better in the light from one of the bedside 
lights.  Both Warthog and I were startled at how alike the twins were,
since they not only looked alike, but were dressed identically as well.  
I  _thought_ I knew which one was Robyn, but I was no longer sure.

	"Ok, guys," was it Robyn or Suzie talking?  "Here's the deal. 
This is our apartment.  Warthog you're sleeping in here with me.  Sven, 
you take my sister, and you're next door.  We're not into foursomes, 
either of us."

	Warthog grinned like the cat that had just found the cream, and 
at a guess, I had a pretty good grin as well.  Moving to the adjoining 
door, I held it open and "my sister," Robyn or Suzie, waltzed past, 
giving my stirring erection a little tweak as she went.  I followed and 
heard the lock turn behind me as a very beautiful girl disrobed in 
front of my eyes.  By the time I had taken my shirt off, she was naked 
and attacking my trouser belt.  Undone, she slid my clothes down and 
sighed in pleasure as a slightly damp erection bounced into view.  I 
slipped out of the remainder of my clothes for the second time in an 
evening and allowed myself to be led, unresisting, by a certain hard 
fleshy organ, this time towards a comfortable bed.

				    --- o - O - o ---

	About midday later that same day, a small sports car pulled 
into a fast food restaurant just off I580.  The Irish driver of this 
car nudged his American passenger and muttered, "Restroom and lunch."

	The Warthog woke with a start, glanced at his watch, groaned 
and said, "God I ache; is it that time already!"

	My mumbled, "Yes, and then it's your turn to drive," was almost 
lost in the background noise.  We ate in silence for a time, and then 
Warthog looked up and grinned.  

	"Jeez, what a hell of a way to go, lost in Robyn's nest."

	I just grinned.  I wasn't sure, but I thought I may have spent 
the second half of the night with Suzie, and I still ached.  But, yes, 
it was a hell of a way to go.

	Then, struck by a sudden thought, I said in mid-mouthful, "Hey, 
I never did remember to find out she whether she was a natural blonde 
or not!"

	Warthog laughed, "Both mine were!"

The End

Robyn's Nest.

© June 1998

Sven the Elder

As always with grateful thanks to my proofer who remains anonymous,
he knows who he is though.  Also to Janey, - thank you for your help.
Lastly to the Warthog, who made more of the background of this story
possible than anyone will ever know! Thank you.

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