Lake Tahoe" Part 2  (MF)
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 Andy pulled out his laptop and turned it on,
 then began, smiling coyly, and brought up
 picture after picture. I was surprised by the
 screen quality. (My laptop has a liquid
 crystal screen, and pictures don't look that
 great on it.)

 It was soon obvious that little Andy was a
 "doggy-style" man. Just about all his pictures
 were of couples having sex doggy-style. (It
 amazes me that people can get caught up in
 one thing to the exclusion of all the other
 good stuff in the world.)

 After I'd gone through just a part of his
 picture collection, I could tell he was
 becoming aroused. This I didn't need. However,
 his computer was sitting on my lap, and its
 warmth was heavenly. I couldn't believe he
 didn't know I was getting all this great heat.
 If I said I'd had enough of his pictures he'd
 probably turn the computer off, and I defi-
 nitely didn't want him to do that.

 So we continued looking at his adolescent
 dream-scapes for another hour or so, when the
 computer started to beep a 'low battery'
 warning.

 Disappointed, but now reasonably warm, I
 watched him turn it off and stow it in his
 carry-on.

 Andy had surprised me with a "guy" collection
 just before the battery warning went off. He
 had a nice collection of men, and I have to
 admit that looking at them had made me a little
 warmer than I would have been otherwise. I've
 always loved to look at naked men - not that
 I've had all that many chances to do it.

 It took Jeff a little while to get used to me
 always asking him to take his clothes off.

 As far as I'm concerned, if the heat's up in
 the apartment there's no reason for him to wear
 clothes. And he looks so nice naked.

 We sat for another hour in the cold, when I
 felt that I had to pee, and it soon became an
 urgent problem for me. If I'd been alone I
 might have just used the Burger King coke cup
 that was sitting in its holder, but with Andy
 in the car that was out of the question.

 At last I said: "I gotta pee. I'll  be right
 back." I'd been gone no more than a couple of
 minutes, taking care of my urgent business,
 before I was back in the driver's seat.

 I immediately felt like knocking little Andy
 Pascoe's block off, even though his dad was my
 boss. The little shit had dug my computer out
 of my carry-on and was running it, warming his
 lap.

 "HEY! BOZO! What the hell do you think you're
 doing?" I yelled in my most commanding tone.

 He looked up at me, a cherubic smile on his
 face, and said two words that stopped me in
 my tracks: "Kristen's Collection."

 I was speechless. I'd never thought about the
 consequences of having someone actually find
 out my other identity. I thought about being
 fired from my job; about this little jerk
 telling the whole world who I was. I mean,
 he had access to my home address, my home
 phone.

 Then he said: "Guess I didn't know what I was
 talking about, did I?  So you're Kristen, huh?
 Who'da guessed?"

 He looked at me when the computer battery
 started beeping. "You ought to keep it charged
 better," he said, as he shut it down.

 "I was using it on the plane. Now give it
 here! If you say anything to anyone I'll
 have to have you murdered. I hope you know
 that!"

 Andy just smiled and said: "I hadn't thought
 about it before, but this gives me a little
 power in our relationship, doesn't it?"

 "Relationship? We don't have a relationship.
 You're just a twerpy snoop who should have his
 legs broken at the knees." I knew I probably
 sounded pretty stupid, but I was flustered,
 and didn't know what else to say.

 "God, it's cold in here!" he said. "Don't worry
 about me saying anything. We're going to freeze
 to death tonight, anyway. I'm starting to wonder
 if we're going to make it." His teeth had
 started to chatter from the 

 I was worried too. Not so much about dying, but
 frostbite was a real threat. "Come on," I said
 "let's get in the back of the truck. If we lie
 down next to each other and cover ourselves
 with everything we have, maybe our combined
 body heat will give us some warmth."

 It was all I could suggest. Ever since I'd been
 outside to pee, I hadn't been able to get warm.
 I was starting to lose feeling in my toes, and
 the last thing I wanted was frozen toes.

 We climbed into the back of the Blazer and
 threw all my spare clothes on top of us. I
 rolled over on to my side and told Andy to
 spoon me. I thought I'd better throw in a
 warning. "But don't get any stupid adolescent
 ideas!"

 After what felt like weeks I looked at my
 lady's Swiss Army watch. It glowed back at me,
 almost mockingly. We'd lain there for less than
 twenty minutes. My toes were completely numb,
 and the cold was creeping up my legs. In fact,
 I was so cold by then that I knew I wouldn't be
 able to walk, even if there'd been some place
 to walk to.

 I asked Andy: "How do you feel?"

 "I'm really cold; what's worse, I'm horny. Have
 you any idea what lying like this is doing to
 me?" His voice cracked on "this".

 Normally I'd have good-naturedly teased him
 about his voice, but at that moment I was in
 pain.
 
 Slowly I came to the realization that we were
 in terrible trouble. If someone didn't come
 down the road soon, we might both be damaged
 for life. I pictured my feet with no toes, and
 me hobbling around on stumps for the rest of
 my life. The vision sparked me into action.

 The same thought kept running through my head.
 It was a saying that a girlfriend of mine used
 a lot. "Have you ever noticed that having sex
 will make a head-cold or an allergy go away.
 It's as if, while you're 'doing it', your body
 corrects any malfunction, or your mind regulates
 the body to make it feel better."

 She thought that this proved that mind always
 won over matter.

 A little hesitantly, I asked Andy: "How do your
 feet feel?"

 His response was muffled. "Like needles are
 being stuck in them. I'm so cold I don't think
 I can take it much longer."

 With a resigned sigh, I reached out my hand
 behind me and cupped his crotch. "How does this
 feel?" I asked.

 "Hey!" he yelped, his voice breaking again in
 his surprise.

 I felt his body jump when my fingers gripped
 him through his pants.

 Many thoughts ran through my mind right then.
 I listed the reasons why I shouldn't be doing
 this, and almost as quickly answered myself.

 I said to myself: 'I shouldn't do this because
 it would be cheating on Jeff.' I answered that
 objection with the argument that he would under-
 stand that the situation called for drastic
 action.'

 Then I thought: 'I don't have any condoms',
 and just as quickly my brain manufactured the
 obvious answer: 'Andy's obviously a virgin,
 so I won't catch anything from him'.

 Boom, another problem: 'You'll get fired if
 his dad finds out you fucked his little pride
 and joy'. Of course, the choice between death
 and dismissal was easy to make.

 Soon I'd reconciled myself to what I was going
 to do. I began to massage Andy through the
 material of his pants. He quieted down for a
 bit and just lay there, letting me fiddle with
 him.

 Very soon, however, he began writhing around
 behind me. It occurred to me that it wasn't
 good enough just to get him off. We needed to
 generate some serious body heat, and for both
 of us. At the same time I realized that Andy
 wouldn't last very long the first time. So I
 rolled over to face him and started kissing
 him. (I love kissing guys. It's even better
 than dancing with them, and I LOVE to dance.)

 It never fails to get me going when I kiss a
 guy, even Andy, and I badly needed to get
 myself in the mood for what I knew had to be
 done.

 He was kissing me back now. I could barely
 make out his face in the dark as we kissed.
 His eyes were closed tight and he had this
 desperate look on his face. I could tell he
 was lost in the sensations of the moment; it
 was touching to see his urgency. I kept my
 eyes open and watched him responding to me.

 After a short while I steeled myself to take
 the next step. Andy needed to get that first
 orgasm out of the way, and I didn't want to
 have to lie in his wet spots the rest of the
 night.

 That left me with a decision: which way to
 take him. I decided quickly, and used both
 hands to unfasten his pants. I figured he'd
 last about ten seconds, and I didn't want
 him spurting all over everything.

 Pants unfastened, boner out and waving. I
 shut my eyes and kissed it. I was worried
 that if I played around he'd make that
 mess I didn't want over me, so I gave him
 one of my Jeff specials.

 Jeff likes it best when I give him lots of
 lip friction in fast, deep dives, at each
 withdrawal swirling my tongue on the under-
 side and at the little flange round the head.
 I do that ten or twelve times, then take him
 in my hands and slowly jack his long wang,
 then make the dives again. I repeat that
 till he can't hold back any more, and I
 either take him internally or let him shoot
 all over the place. I only do it, though,
 when I want to reward him for something
 really  nice he's done for me; otherwise
 I'm a little more selfish about sex.

 With little Andy it took just three dives
 before he was groaning and jerking around
 under me. I was enjoying myself until an
 uncomfortable thought popped into my mind
 while Andy was pumping his sperm down my
 throat.

 I was 'cheating' on Jeff. Next moment I was
 mad at Jeff for making me feel guilty. Didn't
 he want me to stay alive and in one piece?
 It's not as if I was going to run away with
 this kid or anything. (Isn't it funny how we
 can turn blame around for anything if we need
 to?)

 I continued swallowing Andy's sperm, though
 I was beginning to find it heavy going. By
 the time he had his last spasm in my mouth
 I was feeling a little bloated.

 Although though I was a little queasy from
 taking so much of a strange guy's spunk, I
 preferred that to having it freeze on our
 skin, or on the carpet underneath us.

 Andy's eyes were still closed, and my hand
 was still on his nice looking cock. I took
 the opportunity to examine it as it stuck out
 of his pants fly. It had the nicest shape.
 I've only seen a few guys' cocks in real
 life, but his was one of the nicest weenies
 I'd ever seen. It was kind of thick, and
 probably about five inches long; it looked
 like a sculpture.

 I'm not making a lot of sense, am I? I guess
 you had to be there to know what I'm talking
 about.

 Although I felt a little better, blood
 circulation-wise, my toes were still numb,
 and I knew that I needed some real exertion,
 and also what I had to do to get it.

 So I unzipped my black ski pants and pulled
 one leg off. Andy was lying on his back
 watching me struggle with my pants. He looked
 amused, the little crud.

 I knew I'd lose body heat by taking my pants
 off, but couldn't figure out any other way to
 do what I had in mind. I also knew I needed
 to be on top if I really wanted to get my
 circulation to flow properly.

 When I'd taken my pants off one leg, I put on
 one leg of another outfit on my other leg,
 leaving the essential area bare while at the
 same time protecting my legs from the cold. I
 mustn't lie; I was dripping with anticipation.

 My sex life had focused on Jeff for the past 18
 months, and before that, sporadically, on two
 other guys. So this was new and exciting to me,
 no matter how much I wanted to pretend it was a
 life-saving exercise.

 I knelt beside Andy and unbuttoned his pants,
 opening his fly completely. Then I tugged at his
 waistband, and pulled his pants part-way down
 his thighs.

 YES! He really looked good to me. What I could
 see of his stomach was really tight. He didn't
 have a lot of hair on his body, reminding me a
 little of a muscular female, except that his
 cock was fully hard and waiting.

 I didn't want to wait any longer myself. I knew
 I was wet enough for him, so I straddled his
 body and took his shiny cock in my hand, then
 sank down on it.

 I've another confession to make: he felt lovely
 inside me, his thick cock completely filling me
 up. I immediately started to ride him; his father
 couldn't have stopped me at that moment if he'd
 shown up and knocked on the window.

 Andy was watching me; I could tell, even with my
 eyes closed. I was thrusting my hips forward
 without rising up, like a lady bronco rider,
 rubbing myself as hard as I could against him,
 luxuriating in the feeling of him inside me.

 It had been a long time since I'd experienced
 the thrill of sex with a stranger. I thought a
 little guiltily about Jeff, and then about how
 it had been with him the first time.

 I'd seduced him on the balcony of my little
 apartment. I remembered how good it had felt
 to have Jeff on top of me that lazy afternoon;
 to have his strong, Nordic cock thrusting deep
 inside me.

 "Ooooohhhh GOD! YES!" I was coming on top of
 Andy in one of the most intense orgasms I think
 I've ever had. Thinking about fucking Jeff while
 I was really doing it to Andy just seemed to
 push me over the edge.

 My body was shivering on top of Andy's, and he
 was gasping as I rammed him as deep as I could
 into me. He felt so good!

 I watched his stomach muscles flex as he thrust
 back rhythmically at me. He suddenly looked as
 if he found it hard to catch his breath, and
 began gasping for air.

 As he raised his upper body to hug me I knew
 he was having his own orgasm deep inside me.
 The thought of a stranger coming inside me
 brought on another, more leisurely, orgasm as
 I continued to rub myself luxuriously against
 him, taking him in as deep as he would go.

 He held on to my neck for almost a full minute
 before falling back to the floor of the Blazer
 with a sigh that told me he was done. I leaned
 forward and kissed him, making sure he stayed
 inside me while we embraced.

 Meanwhile I realized my toes were feeling normal
 again; in fact I felt quite flushed and in rude
 health. I looked up and noticed that the wind-
 shield was completely fogged up, and tried to
 calculate how long we could keep our pleasant
 afterglow.

 I figured we'd be OK for a half-hour or so. I
 looked at my watch and saw that it was 1am.
 Hmmm, at this rate we were going to be awfully
 tired tomorrow.

 Let's see, 1am, half an hour of warm blood
 circulation... say, dawn at 7am, maybe 8 before
 anyone gets down here. Let's see... How often
 do we need to. ..?

 
 Epilogue:

 It was almost 8am before a snowplow came down
 the road, with the highway patrol following
 behind.

 The patrolman was amazed that we were so fit
 after the night we'd endured. He fixed our fuse
 and let us go on our way.

 Andy and I dragged ourselves through the
 Wednesday morning meetings. His father let us
 go after the noon break because we looked so
 tired.

 I let Andy stay with me that afternoon, as a
 special good-bye for both of us. We'll always
 be special friends, and I don't think I need
 to worry about him giving any secrets away.

 He's now on my story list; in fact, he'll be
 getting this. (I tried to encourage him to
 write the same story from his perspective, and
 hope he does; it would be interesting to read.)

 Oh, one more thing. I kicked some butt on the
 slopes on Saturday - though my ski outfit did
 look a little rumpled.