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For Love of E - 5
by Dhragúin Múinteoir (greybeard.dragon@gmail.com)
***
Eliza and her young people get better acquainted. Then
she and Kit spend some quality time together. (FFFM, FF-
bi, oral, anal, orgy, rom)
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Chapter 5
The sauna turned out to be one of Jackie and Stephanie's
favorite perks of being employed by Xanadu Fields. On
any given day, they could pretty much have their pick of
playmates, as long as they were sure that the others
knew of the special conditions. They avoided a potential
disaster by always waiting to engage in their favored
pastime with other staffers until they had observed one
of the other members of the inner circle initiate the
ritual with that particular person. After that, the sky
(literally) was the limit; on their second (or was it
their third? No matter...) tryst with Eliza.
She surprised them by touching a hidden panel underneath
the bottom bench while they were all three busy in
rather gymnastic position involving triangle cunnilingus
perched on the narrow bench. Stephanie was on her back,
with Eliza sitting over her face, enjoying Steph's
talented tongue, while Eliza was holding Jackie's legs
up in the air, in a sort of headstand, enjoying the
taste of Jackie's newly shaven pussy, while Jackie's
head was, rather than on the bench, planted firmly in
Stephanie's crotch, licking the heady dew from her
friend's eager lips.
While the three were thus engaged, Eliza reached down
and touched a hidden switch that silently rolled back
the wood panels of the sauna's ceiling, revealing a
glass panel that gave the girls a magnificent view of
the heavens. As chance would have it, there was a full
moon that shone its light directly into the sauna,
casting a silvery light over the carnal proceedings, an
effect heightened when the regular lighting faded out as
the skylight was revealed.
As usual, after the first round of orgasms had swept the
trio, Jay, who was by now a trusted friend of both of
the younger girls, made his appearance to take the
proceedings to a higher level. The girls delighted in
trying to bring Jay to as many orgasms as they could
before exhausting themselves. The game was enjoyed by
all; however, Jay was still leading the tally, as he had
a most remarkable stamina, and could keep going on and
on until the girls all had come strongly enough to call
a halt to the athletics, whereupon they would all take
turns sucking his remarkable cock until he doused them
all with his come.
Both the younger girls were very careful to maintain
their birth control regimen, as neither was ready to
start a family just yet. Although, in private, they had
discussed just such a thing; the problem was, they
didn't want to leave each other. Over a glass of wine
one Friday evening in the sauna, they got the giggles by
brainstorming how they would both marry Jay and not tell
anyone. Jay responded by inquiring whether or not he had
any say in the matter, to which the answer was a three-
fold, resounding, "NO!"
Jay's acerbic response was to threaten to give up
females altogether, which instantly set off a round of
ribald suggestions which had the whole group gasping for
air and holding their sides in laughter. Eventually,
however, all good things had to end, and as they
gathered their towels and went their separate ways,
Eliza was thinking of all the work that she was NOT
going to take home over the weekend.
"I need a break," she told herself. "Even a well-oiled
machine needs some down time, and I'm not so well-oiled
anymore. Perhaps I can find a quiet corner somewhere and
just relax."
As she entered her apartment building, she noticed that
the superintendent's door was closed, with a sign
notifying all and sundry that he would be unavailable
until Sunday night.
"Damn," she thought, "this will be the weekend all hell
will break loose in my apartment." Sighing with
resignation, she went to the elevator, which wasn't
working, turned and went up the four flights to her
apartment, only to find the door open. Suddenly
frightened, she started to turn away, but stopped when a
familiar voice called her name.
"Don't worry, Ms. T., it's just me, "sounded the
familiar voice of the super, Kit. "I was just fixing
that stuck window sash before I left."
"Thanks, Kit; I'd forgotten about that."
"Well, don't get too comfortable; there's more. You need
to pack a couple of day's worth of clothes, and whatever
sundries you need, 'cause you're not staying here."
"What do you mean, I'm not staying here?" she replied,
with a note of apprehension in her voice. By now, the
situation was beginning to worry her.
Kit laughed. "Don't fret now, Ms. T. I just had a notion
to take you away for a ride out in the country."
Eliza looked at him doubtfully. "A ride? Since when did
you have a car, because I'm NOT riding in that work
truck of yours. It's older than I am." She intended to
stand firm on this.
"You don't worry about that; I'll handle the
transportation. You just pack a bag- a small one, mind
you!" With that, Kit left, closing the door behind him.
"Oooh, that man!" Eliza groused between clenched teeth.
"He is the most insufferable, arrogant..." she started
to fume, then she thought better of it. "Well, I was
going to be lazy...perhaps just not this weekend." As
she turned to gather her things, she thought, "I'll show
him small!" Her mouth turned up in a sly grin as she
planned her packing.
All too soon, Kit was knocking on Eliza's door. She
opened it to find him standing in well worn jeans,
boots, and a leather jacket. He was holding a duffel
roll that had what looked suspiciously like a sleeping
bag rolled inside. He took a look at what she was
wearing, and shook his head. "I said we were going for a
ride, not a stroll. Do you have jeans? Boots? Long
sleeve shirt or light jacket? Best change into them,
quick-like."
Bemused, Eliza went back to her bedroom and changed into
her skinny jeans, black calf-high boots with only a 3"
heel, and a black leather short jacket that barely
reached the low-cut waist of her jeans. On her way back
to the living room, she picked up her "small bag."
Chuckling, she couldn't wait to see Kit's reaction to
this...
As she reappeared, Kit shook his head. Eliza was
carrying in one hand what appeared to be a string bag
suitable for holding a handkerchief and a wallet, and in
the other, a leather bag not much larger than a
briefcase. "Well, I'm ready," she announced brightly.
"What now?"
"Sure you don't need help with those?" Kit inquired,
archly, as he held the door open for Eliza to exit her
apartment. "I wouldn't want you to strain something."
"Oh, I think I can handle them," she replied, just as
archly. "I wouldn't want to give you a hernia. You might
have to start peeing sitting down, because the doctor
would warn you about lifting things that are heavy." She
grinned at Kit, who grinned back. "Just what ARE we
doing, anyway?"
"That's the surprise," he said. "Be patient and follow
me." With that, he led her down a set of stairs that she
didn't know existed, as they were behind a locked door.
Down and down they went, until Eliza was sure that they
were halfway to China, when suddenly the stairs ended
and Kit opened a door at the base of the staircase and
led Eliza into a short corridor that ended in a door
that would have done service as a bank vault door.
Opening this, Kit led Eliza into what appeared to be an
underground garage.
"I didn't know this existed," said Eliza with a
surprised voice. "What is this, a bomb shelter?"
"Wow, got it in one!" Kit replied. "This dates back to
the Cold War days. The elevator doesn't go down here,
and only a few people know about it. I made a few
modifications, though."
With that, he flipped a series of switches that turned
on bank after bank of overhead lighting, until the
entire expanse was lit. "This was designed to hold about
450 people," said Kit, "and enough rations for them for
thirty days. That over there," he said as he indicated
what looked like an arched entryway about 20 feet wide
and 18 feet tall, "was a tunnel that was supposed to
connect to the subway system. It doesn't connect to the
current system, but to an older, abandoned line. I found
it when I began working here twenty years ago. It has
the advantage to being a quick way out of town without
the hassle of traffic. Let's go!"
With that, he grabbed a large flashlight and held out
his hand for Eliza, who only hesitated a split second
before taking it and going into the tunnel with Kit. She
figured that if he had nefarious designs upon her, he
would have had plenty of opportunities before now to
realize them.
As they entered the tunnel, Eliza noticed that it was
dry and snug. Just as she was beginning to have naughty
thought as to what use she could make of the area, Kit
announced, "All aboard!" in a great imitation of a train
conductor's call. Eliza came back to reality, and saw,
in front of her, a curious little vehicle on rails that
went away down the unseen length of the tunnel.
"What in the world?" she wondered aloud.
"Climb aboard the Midnight Special!" Kit said with a
huge grin. "Found this down here, too; it didn't run,
and had some 'issues' with rust, but a little WD-40,
some paint and a ton of elbow grease, and you see before
you a fine example of Cold War evacuation technology.
The Yankee government saw fit to equip several rather
large shelters with these to help get bigwigs into a
safe place. It is a bit cramped in the driver's
compartment, but a darn sight better than the cargo
bay," he said, indicating the back of the car, where
there had, at one time, been long benches along the
sides.
Kit explained that since he wasn't intending on bringing
a lot of people along if he had to use the train, he
hadn't bothered to restore the simple leather pads on
the benches, Indeed, there was nothing there but flat
steel shelves that would work well for carrying stuff,
but not so well for people. "Come up here beside me,
little girl, "he said with a leer that set Eliza to
laughing gaily.
"Oh please, sir, may I blow the whistle?" she asked with
wide eyes and a little girl voice. She winked broadly.
Kit chuckled, "You can blow whatever you like, little
girl, once we leave the station. Booooaaaarrdd!" With
that, he helped Eliza over the side of the car and into
the cabin, which was snug, but had just enough room for
the two of them to sit side by side. As he settled
beside her, he said, "Watch your leg," as he turned a
switch, starting up a small motor that hacked and
coughed for a moment, then settled into a steady thrum
that sent a delicious vibration through Eliza's thighs.
He pulled back on a long lever, and the little car began
to move; slowly at first, then settling down into a
regular pace of what appeared to be about 15 miles per
hour. Eliza was fascinated by the car, the track and the
tunnel, which had faint lighting every 20 feet or so
that gave off just enough light to see the track and any
obstructions which might have been there. Today,
however, the track was clean as a whistle...which
reminded Eliza of the joke.
"So, engineer, where's the whistle?" she asked. As Kit's
eyes rose to the pull cord for the whistle, Eliza deftly
reached between Kit's legs, unzipped his jeans, reached
inside and said, "Here it is!" with a note of triumph in
her voice. She lowered her head and engulfed his rapidly
swelling member, taking it all the way to his balls into
her mouth.
She held it there until it swelled too large for her to
breathe, then slowly retracted her head until only the
tip was still inside her mouth. A couple more pumps, and
she sat back up, licking her lips with the same
satisfied expression of a cat having finished a bowl of
milk. "How'd I do?" she asked with a laugh.
"Well, a little more practice, and you'll make a fine
whistle blower, sweetie!" Kit replied, tucking himself,
with more than a little difficulty, back into his jeans.
"Better hold on, now, though," he said, indicating a bar
on the dash of the little car. "We're about to hit the
switch."
"Wha-" Eliza started to say, when the car bumped over a
switch that simultaneously turned off the overhead
lights, and started opening a large door that had just
appeared in the car's headlights. The door appeared to
block the entire tunnel when closed, but it swung open
surprisingly quietly, with only a small creak betraying
its movement.
As soon as they passed through, the car hit another
switch on the track, and the door swung shut behind
them, just as quietly as it had opened. Once closed,
overhead lights came on along the tunnel ahead of them,
showing the tunnel stretching on in a long curve that
hid the end from Eliza's view. "How long does this thing
get, anyway?" asked Eliza, who then giggled as she
realized the opportunity for misunderstanding. "The
tunnel, I mean," she clarified.
"About four miles," Kit replied, "with another three
blast doors to go."
"Blast doors?" Eliza started to ask, then blanched as
she remembered the original purpose for which the
shelters were intended. "How did you get them repaired?
They were so quiet."
"That was one thing which hadn't fallen into disrepair,"
Kit answered. "They only needed a little grease on the
hinges. They're counterbalanced so well that you can
move them with one hand. They weigh several tons apiece,
though, so you'd better be ready when you move them,
because you'll have a time stopping them, if the
counterbalance is disconnected, like when I close the
locking mechanism back at the shelter."
Eliza was quiet for a little bit, digesting this
information, then asked Kit, "What's at the end?"
"Wait and see," was Kit's answer, although he smiled as
he said it, then launched off into a story of what else
he had found in the shelter.
All too soon, after going through the lights out and
doors opening routine three more times, the little car
entered a portion of the tunnel with no overhead
lighting, and except for the track, not much in the way
of cleaning or maintenance, either. Dust collected along
the sides of the track, and Eliza could have sworn she
saw the headlights reflected in eyes of some sort along
the sides of the track a couple of times. When she
pointed one set out,
Kit replied, "Possums," and then said "Hang on!" as he
switched out the lights altogether. It was as dark as
the inside of a coal sack, and had she not had Kit's arm
to hold onto, she would have been quite frightened. When
Kit stopped the car and shut down the engine, still in
pitch black darkness, she began to worry a little. Kit
said, as he helped her from the car, "Trust me, and
don't let go of my arm."
"You don't have to worry about that," Eliza said, with
more bravado than she felt. As Kit led her along a
dusty, but dry walkway, she could begin to make out a
little bit of her surroundings. It soon occurred to her
that they were approaching a place that was lit, at
least dimly, and her eyes were responding to the light,
however dim.
After about a minute of walking, they came out into what
appeared to be a subway platform, with the rails they
had been traveling on coming to an abrupt stop just shy
of the subway tracks, or rather, where they had once
been, since they were no longer there, leaving only the
track bed, smooth and level. And parked on the track
bed, chrome gleaming in the dim lighting, sat a 1959
Harley Davidson Panhead cruiser, looking as if it had
just left the showroom floor.
Eliza felt her jaw drop as she stared at the sleek old
machine. "Where in the world did you get this?" she
asked in a whisper.
"Believe it or not, it was in a barn that I was hired to
demolish several years ago. When I went inside to check
for anything harmful to my crew, I found this under a
pile of crates and boxes. Of course, it didn't look
quite like this then; rats had gotten to the wiring and
leather, and the tires were in tatters. I had to
disassemble the engine and replace all the seals, do a
valve job, yada, yada...but I think it was worth it."
"Ooohh, yeah..." Eliza said reverently. "You got that
right." She walked around the magnificent beast,
touching chrome here, stroking the cowhide seat there,
taking it all in.
Kit watched her, amused, as she admired the gleaming
machine for several minutes without talking. Then he
casually asked, "Up for a spin?"
Without tearing her eyes away from the bike, Eliza
replied, "Only if you don't mind the seat getting a bit
damp."
Kit frowned. "It's not raining, as far as I know."
"I don't mean from the weather, fool...I'm getting wet
just looking at this. I can't wait to feel it throb
between my thighs..." Eliza said, glancing at Kit with
lidded eyes, and an unmistakable expression of sheer
lust.
"Well, shoot; if I had known that you were into
machines..." He ducked, laughing, as Eliza swung at his
head with her little bag. "I give!" he said, holding his
hands up in surrender. "Give me a moment, and we'll be
ready to go."
He lashed his duffel behind the little passenger pillion
pad, swung a leg over the sleek machine, primed the
carburetor with a quick twist of the throttle, checked
the left grip advance for the points, clicked the
compression release, and gave a strong push on the kick-
start pedal. The old engine rumbled to life on the first
try; it was obvious that it had been well-cared for.
After the rumble had settled into the familiar 'pocketa-
pocketa' of Harleys everywhere, Kit beckoned to Eliza.
"Climb on!"
Eliza eagerly climbed on behind Kit, and seated herself
on the surprisingly comfortable pillion pad behind the
driver's saddle. She found the foot pegs, checked to
make sure her bag was securely hanging over her shoulder
and neck, and wrapped her arms around Kit's waist.
"Let's ride!" she said into Kit's ear with a laugh. He
responded by rolling the throttle on, and they were
away, down the dark tunnel, with a roar that caused
Eliza to wonder if she should have brought spare
jeans...
After a thrilling 30-minute ride in the dark tunnel,
Eliza found that she could see what appeared to be the
end of the tunnel approaching rather quickly. Kit
confirmed this by slowing to a more sedate rate of
travel as they emerged from the tunnel and found
themselves out of the city, surrounded by wooded fields
and open sky. Eliza wondered to herself, "Where are
we?", although she had no trepidation; she trusted Kit
completely by this point in their relationship, and
would have willingly followed him wherever he chose to
take her.
After just a few minutes, Kit turned off the track bed
onto a little-used dirt road. He kept the speed down to
just enough to outrun the dust kicked up by their
passage, and before Eliza knew it, turned off into a
beautiful little grassy meadow situated in a pocket in
the trees. Kit rolled the bike to a stop near the edge
of the clearing and shut the engine down.
He invited Eliza to climb off while the engine made its
crackles and pops of cooling metal, then swung the Jiffy
stand out, and reached in his pocket for a crushed soda
can, which he placed under the stand before lowering it
to the ground. "Just in case the ground is soft," he
explained in answer to Eliza's lifted eyebrow, then
swung his leg over the bike to dismount.
He unlashed the duffel from the bike, then put an arm
around Eliza's shoulders as he led her to the side,
where he unrolled the duffel to unpack, not only a
rather large sleeping bag, but also a compact box, which
he opened to reveal the makings of a small picnic meal
for two, including a small bottle of moscato wrapped in
a chill pouch and two small silvery cups, which were
surprisingly heavy for their size. He puttered about,
preparing the meal, then opened the bottle and poured a
measure of the wine into a cup, which he presented to
Eliza with a flourish. "Would my lady care to approve?"
Joining into the game, Eliza graciously accepted the
cup, inhaled deeply of the aroma, and took a small sip.
Her eyes opened wide in surprise at the taste of what
must have been a very expensive wine as she recovered
enough to reply in kind, "Very good, sirrah. It is
satisfactory," in an affected upper-crust drawl. Then
she could not contain her mirth any longer. She laughed
with delight, and urged Kit to fill her cup and his. "I
want to make a toast," she said.
"Sorry, but you'll have to wait your turn," Kit relied,
taking her chin gently in his hand. "I didn't go to all
this trouble just to let you get away with anything
first." He softened the phrase with a warm smile that
reached all the way to his eyes, as he gazed directly
into Eliza's. "To a delightful woman, who has made a
tired old warrior feel young again!"
Eliza's eyes started to water, as she responded to this
sentiment by hungrily pressing her lips to his own in a
fierce kiss that she broke only reluctantly. "You just
wait; I'll show you 'old'!" she said sternly. "You'll
probably die of a heart attack before I'm through with
you!"
Kit held up a finger. "Uh-uh...not until after we eat. I
need my strength, wench," at which he drew Eliza down to
the unrolled sleeping bag, and handed her a small plate.
"There is Virginia ham, stoned wheat crackers, and a
surprisingly good Stilton. Here is your knife for the
cheese. Eat up!" With that, he gestured to the repast,
which Eliza gratefully attacked with as much grace as
possible. Nonetheless, it was without much in the way of
conversation that the pair finished off the light meal,
and as Eliza surveyed the remains, she had to admit that
she had been hungrier than she had thought.
There was hardly enough left of the meal for the mice,
and the bottle was empty. Apparently, the exertions of
the late afternoon had taken more out of her than she
realized. "Here I am, out on a... well, this IS a date,
isn't it? On a date with a handsome man, and completely
forgetting that earlier, I was like a cat in heat... I
mustn't let that affect me now!" she thought to herself,
with a guilty conscience.
With that thought in mind, she looked over at Kit, who
was matching her gaze, and she bowled him over with a
sudden move that had the surprised man flat on his back
before he could react. "What was that about 'old', old
man?" She inquired archly, as she straddled his chest,
whipped off her T-shirt, and held his shoulders to the
ground, leaning over him so that her still-impressive
breasts dangled invitingly over his face. "Too old,
perhaps?"
With a smooth move that belied his age, Kit swiftly
flipped Eliza over and reversed their positions so that
now he was straddling her hips, and pinning her arms
over her head. He then slowly, agonizingly slowly,
licked the tips of her nipples, which instantly crinkled
in response. He drew first one, then the other, into his
mouth, nibbling lightly on the sensitive nipples until
he heard her breath catch.
Without releasing her hands, he reached down between
their bodies and loosened her belt, unbuttoned her
jeans, and reaching under her bottom, grasped the
waistband and pulled them over her hips and to her knees
in one smooth motion. "Let me help," she pleaded, only
to have him silently shake his head.
"Nope. I'm running this show," he answered, rolling her
over onto her belly and pulling the jeans as far as they
would go over her boots, effectively becoming manacles
for her feet. He kissed her cheeks – both of them – then
rolled her back over onto her back, not giving her time
to think before he had lifted her legs, knees spread,
and dived in between her thighs, burying his face in her
steaming womanhood.
As she gave a little shriek, he lavished her labia with
his strong tongue, headily drinking in her musk, and
admitting to himself that she had been right about being
wet for the bike. "I should have thought of this
earlier," he told himself as she began her now-familiar
shudder, signaling the beginning of an orgasm.
He held tight to her pussy, giving no quarter, as she
shrieked again, loudly this time, quivering and shaking
as a truly magnificent orgasm overcame her. Kit held
true, licking and sucking on her clitoris, until she
came down from her peak, and slowly let her convulsions
subside. While she was trying to recover her breath, Kit
removed her boots, then her jeans, leaving her totally
naked in the light of the moon, which was just starting
to peek over the trees.
He stopped then, and marveled at the woman before him,
wondering how on Earth he had been so lucky as to have
had her take a place in his life at this stage in his
life...he broke himself from the reverie when he
realized that she had recovered and was pulling at his
belt buckle.
"Are you just going to sit there, old man?" she teased,
spreading her legs invitingly.
Kit set a record for losing his clothes, and in just a
few seconds was poised at Eliza's dripping pussy, with
an erection that was throbbing in time with his
heartbeat. "I'll show you 'old'," he growled, and with
that, plunged into her waiting lips all the way in one
slow lunge, causing her to sharply inhale.
"Oh, God!" she wailed, pumping upward to meet his
thrust, time and time again, as they fell into the
timeless rhythm of lovers from time immemorial, pausing
only to reverse position once again. Eliza found herself
on top, in cowgirl position, leaning forward to rest her
hands on Kit's chest.
"I promised you a ride, didn't I?" Kit asked, as he gave
Eliza a good one, indeed...
They continued their play on and off all night, pausing
only for quick naps here and there. In the morning, Kit
showed Eliza a small creek-fed pond, where they bathed
and played some more, with Eliza shrieking with laughter
as Kit slipped and fell under just as he was about to
duck her. He came up blowing like a whale, the fact of
which Eliza was quick to point out, causing him to catch
her up and throw her bodily into the water with a
splash.
As she sputtered to the surface, she had to laugh with
Kit as he observed that they were acting more like two
school kids than two mature adults. "My motto is that
growing old is non-negotiable. Growing up, however, is
optional," he said with a grin. She had to agree...
The weekend of debauchery and gentler play had to end,
eventually, however, and Sunday evening as they packed
up to return home, Eliza hugged Kit fiercely and told
him, "This has been a wonderful two days, Kit. I don't
know when I have enjoyed myself more."
"Everyone needs play time," he replied, "even top
executives with too much work to do and too little time
for herself."
Eliza surprised Kit with her next statement. "Do you
like erotic videos, Kit?" She turned a devilish grin at
his expression. "I mean, would you be interested if I
gave you one?"
Kit thought for a moment. "Only if I'm not in it," he
replied. "I don't see where you could hide a camera in
that outfit, though," he said, looking her over
appraisingly.
"No. silly, not with you in it! Although, that might be
interesting..." she mused, returning his appraising
look. "I'll tell you more later about it. But we
probably need to get going so I can get some SLEEP
before work tomorrow."
As Kit busied himself with loading the bike, Eliza
started to think about how she could convince some of
the inner circle to allow her to record their goings-on
in the sauna... Kit wondered at the smile that slowly
began to light up Eliza's face...
To be continued...
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