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Scott was drunk. He'd had a terrible day, and he just wanted to lose himself in a haze of alcohol. He was sick at heart, and felt he just couldn't take any more.
He knew he was one of the most successful businessmen in the world, but sometimes feelings of pessimism seemed to overwhelm him and he just had to go away and steep himself in alcohol for a day or two. It never made him feel better, but he had to do it. He supposed it was his most serious character flaw.
Meanwhile, Nikki had been trying to get Scott Williams on the phone for almost a day and a half. She felt terrible about having put him off the other day. He'd wanted to take her on a picnic and she'd been pretty cavalier with him - telling him that she had shoots to do, and that he knew this, and wasn't he supposed to be doing something in San Francisco?
She'd even mocked what she called his childish behavior. She regretted it now, but he'd taken off and no one seemed to know where he'd gone.
Finally she called Ben Buccannon, who was like a grand- father to the young woman. He said that Scott sometimes needed to get way from the pressures of work, and that he had a rustic cabin, in upstate New York, to which he'd probably gone for the weekend.
Nikki could tell that Ben wanted her to look up his friend and colleague and make him feel better. Her guilt was such that she wanted to see him too; and if possible to make amends.
Scott was 39 years old to Nikki's 19, and there had so far been no romantic element in their relationship, at least on Nikki's side. She was happy with her new life, and her lover, Rachel, kept her well oiled as far as sex was concerned.
The thought had never entered her pretty head that this successful older man, her "boss," might have romantic feelings for her, though if she'd given it any thought she might have seen the signs.
She knew that she was sexy-looking; someone in her position heard that constantly. However, after doing a number of photo shoots, with people telling her all the time that she was beautiful, the compliment rather lost its meaning.
She didn't think she was that exceptional; she thought her roommate was more exotic-looking than she was, and she'd said it again and again. Her African heritage, combined with great genes, had made Rachel's one of the most pleasing bodies Nikki had ever seen.
The Russian stopped thinking about her voluptuous roommate and returned to the problem at hand. She couldn't understand why a man like Scott would go off the 'deep end' like that. However, she did know that she liked him, and that she owed him her present happiness, and she determined to get to the bottom of things.
Nikki had gotten her driver's license only two months before. There was a time in her life that she hadn't even considered driving a car, much less the sleek silver Jaguar coupe that purred under her as she drove out of Manhattan, heading for the mountains (or what passed for mountains in New York State), occasionally glancing at her map to keep orientated.
Mr. Buccannon had tried to insist that a company limousine drive her, but she felt the need to get away from the city and its trappings. She was, after all, a country girl herself. She'd grown up in a village in a remote part of Russia, isolated and insulated from the outside world, and even though she'd never regretted her move to America, she still missed the majesty and silence of the mountains and forests of her homeland.
She had started her trip with the top down, and the city temperature hovering around 88 degrees. She had been told that this was unusually hot for September, and she agreed. However, as she reached the foothills the temperature dropped noticeably.
She continued up the mountain road, and dusk began to fall, so she stopped and turned on the automatic mechanism for bringing the canvas roof up over her head, then latched it down.
Driving for another hour brought her to the little hamlet Benjamin Buccannon had mentioned. Nikki pulled into the parking lot of a 7-11 and walked inside. The girl at the counter looked up, then did a double-take.
Nikki asked: "Can you please tell me if Ravens Lake is on the road going right from here? I think it is, but I want to make sure I don't get lost in the dark."
The girl behind the counter stared, mouth agape, and mumbled: "Huh-huh, it's that way. Are you who I think you are?" She pointed down the road to the right, but she seemed to have something else on her mind.
Nikki was used to hero worship, and knew how to handle it. "If you mean, am I Nikki, then yes I am, but if you thought I might be your cousin, well... that's possible too, because my family also lives in the country." She smiled at the girl's awed expression.
After autographing her picture on the cover of the current Vogue, and verifying that the lake was where she thought it was, she hopped back into the Jaguar (the sales clerk following her every move through the window) and sped down the road.
It was dark when she arrived. The cabin was small, but well-positioned on the side of a hill overlooking the lake. Nikki couldn't make out much in the way of features in the dark, so she parked the car at the roadside and walked up the track.
It took about ten minutes to reach the cabin. During the climb she kept her eyes on the place, searching for some sign of life. When she finally reached the cabin door, and knocked several times without getting any reply, she walked around the structure, wondering where Scott might have gone.
Maybe he hadn't been there after all; perhaps Ben had been mistaken. She tried knocking at the door again, then decided that her friend and boss couldn't be there. Nikki decided to see if she could get into the cabin. She could stay the night, then head back to town the next day.
Trying the door, she found it unlocked. 'Strange to leave your home unlocked when you don't live there the year around,' she thought.
She walked in and tried the light switch. It worked. The cabin lit up with a cheery soft light that instantly made her feel safe and, somehow, at home. She explored the four rooms and bath, made herself a sandwich, took a hot, relaxing bath and went to bed. She decided to use the master bedroom.
She was surprised to find that the bed had been slept in, and smelt Scott's after-shave on the sheets. She liked the idea of sleeping on his rumpled sheets; besides, she liked his smell.
It had been a long day and she drifted off to sleep in less time than it takes to say it, dreaming dreams of clear air, and pine-scented woods...
She was jolted into wakefulness when the bed she was sleeping on began to bounce. Someone had just thrown himself onto it. It was obviously a man, a very drunk man.
Nikki realized that it was Scott, and her fear fell away, to be replaced immediately by guilt and shame that she had hurt him, maybe even made him come here to lick his wounds. Tears welled as she reached for her friend. "Scott?"
She touched him and felt naked flesh. She ran her hand down his arm until she touched his stomach. He was naked! Oops! How embarrassing!
She was here uninvited, an intruder, and he was naked, expecting to crash out on his own bed and sleep off his drunk. What was she to do?
The answer wasn't left up to her. When Scott felt the hand on his stomach, his drunken state made him react without rational thought.
He reached down and caught the delicate hand resting on his stomach, and pushed it onto his crotch. He gave no thought to why someone was in his bed, or even whether that someone was male or female. In the state he was in he reacted instinctively to the touch of another human being's hand on his hot, naked flesh.
Nikki was taken aback as she felt her hand maneuvered onto Scott's sexual organ. He insistently rubbed her open hand up and down his penis, obviously demanding stimulation.
At first she tried to pull her hand free. She had never thought to be in this position with her boss, and knew that it wouldn't be good to be caught in his bed. But he was raging drunk and wouldn't let her go.
Nikki wondered: if she masturbated him to orgasm, would he fall asleep? Then she could sneak out and he wouldn't remember. She recalled a similar experience she'd had on a Lear Jet when she first came to America, not more than a year ago. The thought that all men were pigs went fleetingly through her mind, but the difference between now and the previous time was that she liked this man. She respected him, and owed him her happiness.
So why not make him feel better? His current state was probably her fault anyway. So Nikki gently wrapped her long delicate fingers around Scott's thickening erec- tion and she began slowly pumping up and down on his shaft. She held firmly to the skin, moving it up and down over the nerve-rich helmet of his engorged prick.
Scott obviously enjoyed this, and turned on his side to face her. He brought his mouth down to hers and began a very sloppy French kiss.
Nikki could smell his favorite liquor on his breath as he forced his tongue between her lips. It almost tasted like pure whisky. She thought: 'Well, I've always liked his Kentucky mash whisky. I wonder if I could get high on his saliva?'
She became a little frightened by the urgency of Scott's kissing, and increased her hand movements between his legs, hoping to get him off before some- thing happened that both of them might regret in the morning.
What Nikki couldn't know, with her limited experience, is that alcohol and orgasms don't mix. Scott wasn't about to have an orgasm, no matter how long she pumped his cock. He could last as long as he wanted. If he'd been sober, he'd probably have come at the touch of the Russian girl's velvety skin on his, but Scott wasn't thinking.
For much of the time he hadn't realized whom he was with. But he did know that he wanted to fuck. He'd wanted to fuck for a long time, and with that thought running through his alcohol-soaked brain, he rolled on top of Nikki's smaller body, pushing his cock between her naked legs.
The aggressive move took her breath away. She knew, as Scott brushed her hand away from his massive hard-on and mounted her, that he intended to fuck her. Short of knocking him out with a lamp, she would have to take it lying down, so to speak.
This would only be the third time for Nikki to be with a man. The first was with a boy her own age, the second a lecher who had effectively raped her, and now, with a handsome millionaire, so drunk he didn't even recognize her.
But she was wrong about his state of mind. Scott had had a lot to drink, but he had known for some time who she was. When he first realized it he'd tried to pull away, and had intended to get up and leave the room, but when Nikki grasped his cock he'd almost jumped through the roof. And when she started to masturbate him, he couldn't help himself.
He'd been attracted to this girl ever since he laid eyes on her. Like every other heterosexual male in the world, he'd wanted to have sex with her, but had always forced the feeling way down inside. Now that she had her hand on him, though, his inhibitions were gone, and his hormones were raging, demanding to be satisfied.
Nikki, of course, couldn't know that what she'd done had made all this happen; all she knew was that she was about to get fucked by her boss, and that everything would be different from then on. She was frightened. Her heart pounded in her lovely chest as Scott raised his buttocks into the air and positioned his swollen cock at her unprotected opening.
Then he thrust himself into her little piece of heaven. It felt to him exactly as he'd imagined it would - tight and moist and hot. He could feel her vaginal walls expand around his shaft as he penetrated her, grasping him tightly as he bottomed out deep inside her.
He had known she would be marvellous, and as his stomach came to rest against hers he opened his eyes and said: "Nikki, I love you."
Nikki was shocked into stillness as she realized that the man on top of her - who was now so deep inside her - wasn't so drunk that he hadn't realized what he was doing. She didn't immediately know how to react, though her instinct told her to stop him. She wasn't on the pill - with Rachel, she hadn't needed to be - and she expected to be ruined if she became pregnant.
However, she suddenly realized that she loved this man, and was not prepared to stop what was happening between them, no matter what the consequences might be. So, like countless women before her, and after, Nikki threw caution to the wind and lay back to enjoy the sensa- tions of the moment.
She would always remember the feeling of making love for the first time with the man she loved. It was so different from any other sexual experience. She wanted his body. She wanted him to fill her, to spread her wide. His muscles rippled as he humped her, while she roamed her hands over his back and buttocks. It felt so wonderful when he moved inside her body.
Scott, meanwhile, could hardly believe what he was doing! Sure, he'd wanted it for a long time, but actually to be doing it with her magnificent body, and with her loving acceptance!
They had become as one; each of his thrusts was met by a counter-thrust from her hips, pushing forward to meet him. As their movements increased in speed, Nikki wrapped her long legs around Scott's heaving hips and lost herself in the joys of rhythmical sexual friction.
They reached the peak of ecstasy in perfect unison. From somewhere far away Nikki heard her familiar cry of joy, the one that only Rachel had heard before, whenever an exceptional orgasm racked Nikki's young body.
This time, her orgasm was enhanced by Scott's throbbing tool squirting jets of cream deep inside her. She thought she could actually feel his come splashing deep inside her, though she may have imagined it.
"Oh, how marvelous!" she breathed shakily, continuing to cling to Scott's sweat-soaked body as they both drifted off to sleep.
His last conscious thought was: 'Hmmm, what a great way to go to sleep. Think I'll stay snuggled inside my honey all night..."
Both were smiling contentedly.
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Nikki was home at last. Now she was completely happy in America. Her family was doing well; she had been able to send enough money for them to live anywhere they wanted, and to live like kings too.
They wanted her to come back to Russia, so she was going to have to talk Scott into taking a vacation there with her...
Yes, she was truly happy. She had many friends, a wonderful job, and Scott and Rachel were wonderful lovers... life was good indeed!
FINI

Acknowledgments: All my thanks... to Stephen for his encouragement and proofing and to Ian for doing such a good job editing my little story. © November 1997 Last ed. 05/15/00 Kristen Kathleen Becker Author contact address: Kristen078@Hotmail.com MY STORY PAGE http://www.asstr.org/~Kristen/stories/ It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with strangers. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it.