Sunshine Coast. Part 9. Rebecca.

Sunshine Coast. Part 9. Rebecca.

It wasn't hard to find the Dawson property. I'd driven Annabelle up the road leading along the point, until I came to a rock wall with large metal gates. A high fence stretched away on either side of the wall. Set into the rocks was a shiny brass plaque 'AMAROO'.

It was just after 3pm and I was only a couple of minutes late, which was surprising considering the hold ups in trying to get away from the surf club. The last thing I'd needed at the time was Gracie and Sharon's insistence that I satisfy their needs. I'd had enough fucks, blowjobs and fun in the last few days to last me for a while. What I really needed badly, was to hit the water and surf.

Being late for anything was not a trait my family tolerated and from an early age my father and mother had instilled in us the need to be punctual. 'Planes trains and ships don't hang around waiting for you at your convenience and having to make excuses is not a good way to start a meeting or enter the classroom'.

It had been a rush to shower, shave and try and look presentable before rocking up to meet Wendy again. Luckily, I hadn't bumped into Roger, because I'm sure he would have given me good hearted banter about finding the sisters in the boat garage. Hopefully, they had got their act together and were at least decent before he encountered them. Perhaps he had just dropped the cones in the garage and left unaware of their presence in the adjoining workshop.

I stopped Annabelle in front of the gates and was about to hop out when the gates started to open. Thats when I saw the camera mounted on top of the wall, obviously someone was waiting and watching for me. The long driveway was planted out with shrubs, palms and trees, with manicured grass patches between them, in contrast to the scrubby bushes on either side of the road I had encountered heading up the headland. Huge rocks sat amongst them that didn't look natural but had been placed there to add to the ambience of the park like surroundings.

I guess I was expecting to come across some sort of big mansion and was surprised when the driveway widened out into a large parking area in front of a long curved concrete wall with a few vehicles parked there. One I recognized as Peter and Linda's Jaguar. There was also a workshop truck and a couple of others I figured must belong to the staff. Then I realized that what was in front of me, was the house. There was a big wooden front door and to the left-hand side four garage doors. No windows or anything else you'd expect to find in even the most modern of houses.

Parked next to the Jaguar, poor old Annabelle must have felt very out of place in these surroundings. As I got out of my van and walked across to the front door, it opened and there was the tall and attractive Rebecca, Wendy's secretary. It flashed through my mind as to what Dawn had told me her duties included. Rebecca was wearing a white blouse and black slacks. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and with her glasses looked every bit the professional secretary.

"Welcome to Amaroo Tim. Please come in." Rebecca took both my hands as she greeted me, her smile made me feel more than welcome. I was about to slip my Jandals off (Jandals Thongs or Flip flops depending on where you come from. Jandals where I came from, was an acronym for Japan and Sandals) and leave them at the door.

"No please, don't bother... you may need them. I know you've probably heard this a million times in the last few days Tim, but I can't emphasize enough how much what you and Jono did for Mrs. D. means to us all. I can't even begin to contemplate how devastating it would be if we lost her. She's not only my boss but a wonderful friend."

"You call her Mrs. D. instead of Wendy.!"

"Habit... It's important when we're working around people that they understand who's the boss. Wendy can dress flamboyantly but I'll always wear a business suit. All part of the act. I don't even need glasses." She took them off and smiled at me. "Makes people think they are dealing with one person instead of two of us. Come this way please Tim, Wendy is down at the pool. She couldn't wait to get back in the water despite what the doctor said about taking it easy. Please call me Becca Tim."

For the first time I truly saw Rebecca's eyes. They were an intense green. Following her down a wide hallway of concrete walls, I was amazed at all the light from an overhead skylight that ran the full length. The walls were textured, and I was tempted to stop and look at all the aboriginal art pieces hanging on them. The paintings were of animals, and figures in ceremonial costumes. Each was painted using dots of various colors and must have taken hundreds of hours to produce.

"These are amazing Becca." Unable to help myself, I'd stopped in front of one of the pieces, it was a crocodile next to a riverbank.

"Papunya tribal art. Ron and Peter saw it first about a year ago on a trip to Alice Springs. They saw the potential in it and now we'd like to set up a trust so that the tribe can produce and benefit from the art pieces. We think it's going to become very popular. All these pieces are going to Sydney next month for an exhibition. At the moment we buy everything we can that they create. They are very spiritual, and each piece has its own story attached to it. The kids started it, and now the adults have picked up on it, but it is a bit controversial. The elders are concerned it might depict some of what they call 'Secret men's business.' The tribe or 'mob' as they call themselves live North of Alice Springs."

What awaited me next left me gob smacked. We walked out onto a sort of balcony overlooking a huge room with stairways on each end. Floor to ceiling windows the entire length overlooked the land beyond and then the ocean. It was a 180-degree view and spectacular.

"Wow." Was all I could say. As I took in the room below me, although it was hard to call it a room, as it was massive, I thought of a book I admired about the famous American architect 'Frank Lloyd Wright' and his masterpiece house called 'Falling Water'. That house was a work of art that I was determined to visit one day. All architects study and must be inspired by him, and this house of concrete, glass and rock walls was no exception. It was stunning. Below me was a lounge area, a formal dining area, a bar area and a deck which ran the whole length of the house, on one end of which sat a covered barbeque area and another bar. I got the impression there was a whole other level of the house under what I was looking at.

"It's a bit special, isn't it?" Rebecca was smiling at my open-mouthed reaction.

"You can say that again. Who designed it?"

"Actually, Peter. Dawn's father had a lot to do with it, it's his concept, the architect just made it all work and us girls worked with the interior designer. Mr. D mainly grumbled about the cost." Rebecca laughed.

'I bet he did,' I thought to myself. I had a new respect for Peter Francis.

"Mrs. D is down at the pool house. I'll show you the way. I guess I can call them Ron and Wendy around you. Ron asked if he could have a few minutes of your time at some stage. There is a guest house behind the pool house where you will be staying."

"If I stay Becca."

"Oh, of course. I guess that was a bit presumptuous of me. Not many people get invites here Tim."

Rebecca led me down a staircase and turned into an alcove with another set of stairs that came out on the lower level, but not before I'd stopped in the lounge area to admire the full-length rock wall behind it, with more aboriginal art pieces adorning it. The pieces were vibrant yet subtle enough to fit the ambience of the house. They had been well chosen.

"Just follow the pathway down Tim. It will bring you out at the pool." We were at an open door leading to the outside.

"Thanks Becca." Looking back at the house as I started down the covered walkway, I saw bedrooms on either end plus what were obviously offices in the middle. I could see Ron on the phone sitting behind a large desk and Peter with his hand on his chin standing in front of it, listening to Ron's conversation. Rebbeca walked into the office as I turned down the path.

The pathway surrounded on each side with tropical plants and palms, led down to a smallish valley or dip in the land. There were two pools and a large cabana with a thatched roof. Hugh Hefner and his Playboy mansion came to mind when I saw the rock surrounded main pool, with a small waterfall flowing over the entrance to a cave on one end. On the other side of it was a lap pool. It was probably 15 meters long and had two lanes in one of which was Wendy, freestyling lengths.

When she roll turned, I realized she wore nothing other than a bathing cap pulled down over her ears and swimming goggles. Wendy had a beautiful smooth style which covered the length of the pool in long efficient yet powerful strokes. Unlike me when I swam, her legs kicked rhythmically, and I thought back to the hours I'd spent in the pool with my mate Charlie as he tried in vain to change me from a surf swimmer (all chest and arms) into an efficient pool swimmer. (Gwyneth).

In a bit of a quandary as to what to do, I sat on a rock at the bottom of the path and took in the surroundings. This place was a bit of paradise, but I'd be lying if I tried to tell you my eyes didn't keep travelling back to Wendy. I wasn't that far away that I didn't keep getting glimpses of her backside and pussy each time she turned, and I was beginning to feel like a 'Peeping Tom' before eventually Wendy stopped. Removing her goggles she glanced around, Wendy was obviously expecting me to turn up and when at last she spotted me, she smiled and beckoned me over.

"Hello Tim... I was beginning to think you might have done a runner."

"The thought had crossed my mind. I need a surf. Get a bit itchy if I'm out of the water for a couple of days."

Standing on the side of the pool looking down at Wendy I could see she had what was obviously the bulge of a bandage under her red bathing cap.

"Are you supposed to be swimming Wendy?"

"No... but like you I need my water therapy." she smiled up at me. "I was hoping to spend a bit more time getting to know you and those blue eyes, and you owe me Tim. You wouldn't believe how frustrated I was when you left me in the hospital," She laughed. "Poor old Doctor Thomas asked me if I felt alright. He said I was acting in a very anxious manner and suggested maybe I needed to stay there a couple more days. Truth was I was so randy after all your stories I just wanted to put fingers to pussy. Do you like what you see?"

"Beautiful Wendy. I could never bi-lateral breath like that, and your kick is perfectly synchronized with your strokes. Nice horizontal body position and you glide through the water with minimal resistance."

"Smartarse. I meant the other bits as if you didn't know. Help me out and we can go and check out the bay."

Wendy extended out an arm and with her feet on the edge of the pool I pulled her out. Dripping wet she immediately put her hands on either side of my head. I thought for a moment she was going to kiss me but instead just stared into my eyes smiling.

"After I woke up, I'd swear the whole time I was unconscious, all I could remember were those bloody blue eyes. Now... what do you think?... I work hard to keep this body up."

Wendy stepped back holding my hands at arm's length.

"That's a bit disconcerting Wendy; I've just spent the last few minutes trying not to look and now you're asking me to. For all I know your husband could be standing behind me with a baseball bat."

Wendy laughed. "You don't have to worry about Ron, or anyone else for that matter... if you wanted to bonk me here and now... no one will mind, especially me."

"Okay... that makes me feel a little less apprehensive. Can you see things from my point of view though?... this is all a little strange and confusing."

"Hmm... I guess so. You just need to trust me Tim. You are perfectly safe to do whatever you want with me, and I'd be very disappointed and jealous if I didn't get to experience what Linda got. Now tell me... what do you think?"

Have you ever been in that situation where you are trying to act cool, looking a woman in the eye while the pervert in you wants to check out a pair of tits or a hot body in a revealing dress without making it obvious? Well, that's what I'd been doing for the last couple of minutes... trying not to look... but now Wendy was inviting me to, and she sure as hell wasn't wearing a dress.

I stepped back from her and put one hand under my chin as though I was perusing a painting in an art gallery. As well as an astonishingly beautiful face, Wendy had an imposing figure. Her shoulders were square and extremely wide. The perfect body for a swimmer and her arms with their long triceps attested to the hours she must spend in the pool and ocean. Wendy's tits were symmetrical, round and firm, the nipples were hard with little dimples, which was either the result of the cold water, or she was reacting to my scrutiny. With a flat tummy showing just a hint of abs and wide hips, Wendy reminded me of a poster of Raquel Welch posing in a bikini that one of my brothers had on his bedroom wall, (much to my mother's disapproval), but Wendy's figure was more athletic. A strip of groomed light brown pubic hair hid her pussy.

"Well... you're allowed to say something,"

"Honestly Wendy. I don't need to. You know already the effect you had on me when I first saw you in your swimsuit at the surf club. I thought you were beautiful then. Now you present me with the most perfect statuesque body I think I've ever seen, so words can't describe it. I'd love to draw you Wendy."

"I was hoping for a bit more than that." Wendy stepped towards me and put her hand on my chest. "You can draw me or do anything you like with me, just as long as I get what Linda won't shut up about. Did you get to fuck Dawn, Linda wasn't sure what happened, she said Dawn was acting very mysteriously?"

My smile was a little subdued due to the directness of her question. "Dawn and I got along fine. She's just teasing her mother for being a bit too nosy." I was chuckling to myself thinking about how frustrated Linda might be if Dawn had continued to act weird and not forthcoming. I was sure Linda had probably phoned Wendy with a report at the first opportunity.

Wendy grinned back at me. "Oh... she is a bit like that. She'll be beside herself with curiosity... we all are actually. So, you did get to fuck her then?"

"Yes and no. I made love to Dawn Wendy... I didn't just throw her on a bed and fuck her. When you say 'We'... who exactly do you mean. Are Peter and Ron included?"

"Oh yes... we were all on the same page. We've been hoping that might happen ever since Dawn became infatuated with you. Does she know you had it off with her mother?"

"No, and she hasn't asked me that... if she did, then I won't lie to her Wendy, but I think you'll find that Dawn will be back to her old self from now on."

"Do you know what caused it then... why she suddenly changed... none of us could drag it out of her?"

"Dawn has confided in me with regards to some issues, but I'm not going to break her trust in me Wendy... forget it."

"Do they include the domestic arrangements around here?" Wendy had a concerned look on her face.

"Wendy... neither Dawn nor anyone else needs to tell me that. I've figured it out myself. It's none of my business or anyone else's for that matter." She looked at me skeptically. "Here's what I think. I think it's time for me to move on. All I want is a nice uncomplicated road trip. I want to see the country and surf. The longer I stay somewhere, then the more complicated things seem to get. Don't think I'm ungrateful for your offer of hospitality Wendy, but just like you when you couldn't wait to get back in the water... if I don't get to surf today, I'm going to go nuts. I'm out of here now. I'll find Jono... hopefully we can find a wave together so I can say goodbye, then I'm gone. I don't need all this shit. None of you can just accept who I am without these constant interrogations because you're so concerned that I might know something you don't want me to. Well, no need to worry about that anymore. Goodbye Wendy, it's been nice knowing you." I turned and strode up the pathway.

"No Tim," she called after me. "Please... you don't understand. We've got things planned."

I could hear her footsteps behind me but then they stopped. "Damn it." she called out, before retreating back down the path obviously realizing she couldn't follow me in her naked state. Whatever her plans were, I was determined they were not going to include me. Jono might be a bit pissed with me, but he was so easy going that I doubted he would mind once I explained to him the reasons why I needed to hit the road.

At the top of the path I saw another that seemed to lead up the side of the house and sure enough it led up to the carpark. I was thinking about the big gates, hoping they might automatically open from this side to let me out, but there was a problem. Annabelle wasn't there. Why would someone move my van? Were they hiding it because it was a bit old and ugly? Maybe they were worried she might drip oil on their driveway. The front door of the house swung open behind me, and I turned with folded arms to face Wendy, now in a dressing gown, Ron, Peter and Rebecca.

'Never jump to conclusions because most of the time you'll end up with egg on your face'. One of my Mum's favorite sayings came to mind.

Very quietly I said to them. "Where the fuck is my van?"

"My fault Tim. I was trying to do you a favor. I got the boys from my garage to take her down and give her a service and a bit of a birthday. Just trying to do something nice for you mate. Didn't realize you'd be leaving so soon." Ron seemed genuinely apologetic.

"How long is that going to take?"

"Umm... might be a while mate. I told them to do whatever they could to get her as good as possible." All four of them looked guilty as hell.

"So, I'm stuck here with no van, no surfboard, and no clothes. You've effectively kidnapped me and stolen all my possessions." I was still talking quietly, trying not to display my anger.

Rebecca spoke next. "No Tim, all you gear has been moved into the guest house. We were only trying to extend a bit of hospitality and do something nice for you."

"Please Tim. Come back inside so we can talk about this."

The normally confident Wendy was sounding a bit contrite.

"No thanks... not right now... you'd probably get to hear how pissed off I am. I guess you are all used to doing what you want and people being grateful to you because I understand that you are generous people, but I'm not beholding to you for anything. I'm pissed at being taken for granted and would appreciate it if you returned my van and gear as soon as possible." I was surprised at myself as to how calmly I spoke to them, but fuck it, Annabelle was my home, and they shouldn't have done it despite their good intentions.

"I'm sorry son, didn't realize you'd feel this way. Your van is on its way to my workshop in Brisbane. It's Sunday but the boys were going to get stuck into it straight away. Might be a while before I can get it back. I guess you are right, we did take things for granted. I apologize and I don't make many apologies. Can you please accept the situation... and believe me none of us will take you for granted again?"

All four of them were obviously anxious as they waited while I thought about what Ron had just said. He was an imposing figure but seemed genuinely sorry whereas he could have just as easily shown me the gate. Wendy was beside herself and I saw tears forming in her eyes.

"Rebecca, could you show me where my surfboard and the rest of my gear is? I hope like hell there is a wave in this bay of yours."

"Yes Tim, please come this way."

"I'll come with you."

"No thanks Wendy. I need a bit of ocean and some Tim time... alone."

I didn't look back at the other three as Rebecca led me back down the pathway. The guest house was on a rise behind the pools. It was like everything else around here, impressive but different. This was a house in Indonesian style with carved doors, batik and bamboo, and it was beautiful. The doorway had carved sandstone statues either side of it. My surfboard and bags of belongings were stacked against one wall or lay on a large rubber wood table.

"Sorry Tim, haven't had time to sort it out yet."

"How did you manage to get it down here in the first place. I've only been here for half an hour?"

"Oh, the boys from the workshop helped. Tim I'm sorry about all this. I tried to warn Ron that you hadn't decided if you were going to stay. Please don't be mad at them... we are desperately trying to find ways to pay you back for what you did. Please give us a chance."

"Becca, I wish people would get the message. A simple thanks was sufficient."

"I think that just became obvious. Most people in your situation would probably want to take advantage of it. I'm not speaking for myself when I say this. It only enhances our opinion of you. You are a remarkable young man Tim."

I looked at Becca as I rummaged through bags looking for my boardshorts. She seemed to be genuine and didn't appear to be patronizing me.

"Thanks Becca, but I don't think I'm remarkable, just still a bit pissed, and the sooner I hit the water the sooner I'll become 'unpissed'. How do I get to the bay?"

I stripped off my T-shirt and dropped my shorts and underpants then pulled on and did up my 'boardies' not really caring what Rebecca may think. She didn't move.

"I'll show you."

Having found my wax in the bag along with my boardshorts I grabbed my board and followed Becca out of the house. She led me to another path.

"Up there. Tim don't get a fright when you meet Baruna."

"What's a Baruna?"

"He's a big monitor lizard, a Goanna. He's about 7 feet long and you will also come across a big statue of Baruna the Indonesian Sea Goddess, that's how the Goanna got his name. He hangs around the statue. He won't hurt you unless you were to provoke him." Becca must have seen the look of concern on my face. "Would you like me to come with you?"

"Ah... yeah okay. Haven't got my head around the Aussie wildlife yet. There aren't any snakes are there?"

"None that you'll see unless you're lucky." Rebecca gave a little subdued laugh.

I followed Rebecca up the path leading to the headland. At the highest point we came to a small depression and there in the middle of it was a large statue. It was a white bearded man holding a two-pronged spear with a gold crown and cape, facing out to sea. At about 7 or 8 feet tall it was impressive and must have cost a fortune,

"Wendy saw the original in Bali and decided to have this copy made. It weighs a ton, and they had to fly it in here with a big helicopter. Wendy wanted it down by the guest house but then decided it had to have a view of the ocean. Baruna is the God who lives at the bottom of the ocean keeping watch over the ocean demons. Tim... don't get a fright when you turn around."

I looked at Rebecca and she was smiling, then slowly turning, I nearly shit my pants. The monitor lizard that stood four feet behind me was like a dinosaur. It stood motionless other than the long tongue that kept shooting out from its mouth. The lizard was covered with lines of spots, and I immediately saw where the aboriginals got the inspiration for their dot art painting.

"He gets fed every day, so he won't eat you," she laughed. "He's more interested in lettuce but has been known to try an occasional thong."

I moved a couple of steps away. Rebecca giggled and turned back up the path. A short while later we came to the edge of a cliff overlooking a small sandy bay. My initial reaction was one of disappointment and Rebecca was looking at me apprehensively. The water seemed flat but eventually a three-wave set approached. The first of them peaked up over a submerged rock then broke into a soft section before hollowing out and tubing into the bay. It was small but quite rideable. I grinned and started to move down the track which led to a wooden set of stairs that twisted their way to the beach below, but Becca put a hand on my shoulder.

"Tim... do you mind if I stay and watch?"

"No problem, Becca, just don't go falling into the ocean please."

"Can't promise that. I wouldn't mind my own rescue."

Rebecca wasn't smiling now but was looking at me straight in the eye. The implication of what she just said was plainly obvious. The last thing I needed was another female dropping her panties for me.

Standing on the beach I watched another set of waves approaching as I said my Karakia to 'Tangaroa' and then hit the water. All surfers will tell you it's 'better than it looks' and these waves were no exception. I could see what all the hype was about as I paddled out, figured out the take off point and swung into the first of a new set of waves. The peak and take off were easy, then the wave built up as it felt the contour of the seabed before hollowing out and throwing a lip over me allowing me to just fit, tucked into the small tube. With just this one wave all my built-up frustrations disappeared, and I scrambled back out to the takeoff rock letting out an almighty hoot that I'm sure must have had Becca grinning on top of the cliff.

The wave was fast, almost too fast for the twin fin, and I wished I had my old board when occasionally the tube would outrun me, but I was like a 'pig in shit' loving every second of this secluded and perfect surf session. I just wished Jono was here to share it. Like Roger had said it would, the waves increased in size a bit and I was able to stand a bit taller in the barrels instead of crouching. I guess I must have caught 30 or more waves, and it must have been a couple of hours when finally, I decided to call it quits. Normally I could stay out for hours longer, but I'd been so amped up that I'd put everything into this session, paddling with everything I had to get back out to the takeoff and consequently I was feeling the strain. I'd better save something for tomorrow I decided and headed back in.

To my surprise Rebecca was still at the top of the cliff.

"Feeling better?" she grinned at me.

"Yes Becca... that was bloody brilliant." I laughed.

"God, it looked amazing. Wish I could do that. I was wondering why you were so desperate to surf until I sat here watching you. I think I understand now."

"Yeah, but you've got to experience it to understand it."

"I take out all my frustrations on the gym equipment but there is no spiritual connection with a barbel. More like a hate relationship. Don't know how Wendy can spend so long in the pool. The boredom drives me nuts. Tim, can I ask you a personal question?" We were walking back down the track.

"As long as it doesn't involve Dawn."

"No... Um, how can I put this. I know you've had it off with Linda and you probably haven't had the opportunity with Wendy but how do you feel about all this sex with random women?"

I stopped next to the Baruna statue.

'Here we go again,' I thought to myself. 'Where is this leading to?' "I don't go chasing after it Becca, and I guess I'm a bit lucky in that it just comes my way. I love women, actually I adore them, and I enjoy giving, although sometimes I don't get the opportunity to give as much as I'd like. I'm a lover but scared of falling in love again, so I guess I'm a bit of an idiosyncrasy."

"Linda told us about your girlfriend and how you are taking time out. Thats a very sensible if not a somewhat risky idea, making sure you are making the right decision. You're very articulate with your language."

"Ahh yeah... my mother. She used to teach us a new word every week and make us practice it. Bit of a socialite is my Mum. Told us it was important to be able to converse with our elders. Couldn't do it at school though, my mates would give me shit."

"I think you're quite remarkable. You could have lost your cool when your van went missing but you didn't. Not often I see Ron and Wendy on the back foot. Tim... I'll be straight up with you... if you feel that way inclined and have the opportunity, I'd be more than happy if you wanted to show me what you are talking about. To be honest with you... I was going to make that offer when you dropped your shorts in the guest house... you have a very nice lean body plus a nice big cock, but I knew you were desperate for a surf and didn't want to risk you telling me to 'piss off'. Wendy and Linda can be a bit forward at times, but I like to take things a bit slower... I guess I'm very much like you... I guess deep down I also want to be a lover. I've never found a man who isn't selfish when it comes to making love. They all seem to want to impress by ramming me as hard as they can, thinking to themselves that I'm getting the best fuck of my life."

The big lizard had appeared again and made its way over to where we were standing. Rebecca stood with her hands held in front of her smiling at me. If the situation was different, I might be very tempted. She was a very attractive woman.

"That's a hell of an offer Becca. I find you very attractive. I don't just mean you're face and figure but how you handle yourself in awkward situations. Don't take offence but you remind me of my mother, she can resolve sticky confrontations with just a few well-chosen words. I certainly wouldn't say no, but I doubt we might have the chance."

Becca stepped up to me and kissed my cheek. "Here's hoping."

"Aren't you needed back at the house? You've spent a long time with me."

"No. It's part of my job Tim. They know I will take as much time as I need to ensure you are happy. It is important to them Tim. I'm the peacemaker."

I grinned at her. "Well, you are bloody good at your job."

She laughed as I stepped around Baruna the Goanna, giving him a wide berth as we continued along the track to the guest house.

"Everything you need is in there." Becca pointed to what I guess was the bathroom. "I'll be waiting here, guess you'll want a shower."

"Thanks Becca." The bathroom was all green tiles with an open shower area in one corner. Like the one at the cottage this had multiple heads and taps, and it took a while to sort them so that I had them at the right temperature with water shooting out from overhead and the wall nozzles. I've got to admit I was feeling good again. The surf had cleared my mind, and I smiled to myself thinking about Becca's invitation as I relished the warm water.

"Mind if I join you?"

Becca was naked, standing with her hands behind her back. She had taken her dark hair out of her ponytail, and it hung onto her shoulders. Becca's tits were bigger than I expected and like others I had encountered recently she had trimmed pubic hair. Her body was more feminine than athletic but her height, she was at least 5 foot 10 or 11, meant it was all in proportion.

"Do I have a choice?"

Becca stepped into the shower. "Of course you do. Just thought you might want company."

"What do you want Becca?... I've got more women in my life than I can handle right now." I continued to soap myself.

"Tim, what you said about loving and giving... well, like I told you, I've never had that. All I've had are those men who want to impress... show off their prowess... fuck me as hard and as fast as they can. What you said left me green with envy. If I could have just a little of that I'd be a happy girl. Could you please... even a kiss... a kiss from someone with those startlingly blue eyes. Your eyes are so full of trust Tim, and so serene. Mine are green with envy."

Rebecca's head dropped as I reached to the wall to turn off a tap. But I was only turning off the overhead shower rose and pushed back Becca's hair, then held her neck between my hands and raised her head so that she was looking into my eyes again.

"Becca... I have been so frustrated these last few days. I've had so many fucks and blowjobs, enough to last me a lifetime, but I'm beginning to think I've lost my mojo because I haven't been able to feel satisfied that I have given as well as received. A simple kiss is all you're asking... I hope I can do better than that."

Pulling her head to mine and putting my lips lightly to hers I gave her what she wanted, a gentle kiss before I put my lips to her cheek and neck.

"Oh my... you've done that before." Becca's arms went around me and up onto my shoulders, her tits pushed against my chest before we continued to pash, the intensity of her kissing slowly increasing until she slumped against me. "That felt so nice. More please."

Leaning back, Becca pulled my face into the nape of her neck, which I poured more kisses onto, along with her shoulders, pushed back her hair again and nibbled at her ear lobes.

'Please Tim, my titties now."

"Becca, I don't know why, but I always seem to end up trying to make love in the shower. If you want more, then how about we find somewhere more comfortable. If we are going to do this, we had better get a move on before someone comes to find us, so... other than your tits which I must say like the rest of you are gorgeous, how about you let me know what you would like."

"I don't know how to answer that."

"Yes, you do. Tell me what you hoped might happen to you, and I could do for you before you stripped and offered to join me. What turns you on Becca... we may not have the opportunity again so if you tell me now, I might be able to achieve that."

I turned off the shower taps, reached for the towels and handed her one not giving Becca the chance to object.

"Okay... this is embarrassing but I've got to admit you taking charge is a turn on."

I used the towel to dry her face and shoulders. Almost as if compelled to, she started to do the same to me.

"Don't be embarrassed, nothing you ask of me is going to worry me. I'm happy to do anything."

"Tim... I've never met a man whom I've felt has given me what I want, only what they want. If I find that man, then I dream of him making love to me to a point where I'm totally satisfied... after that, he can use me and fuck me to death for all I care. I was imagining you kissing and licking my pussy... would you do that?"

"Have you never had an orgasm Becca?"

"Bugger... no... only once or twice in my whole bloody life, but never with a man. I've tried everything... I'm just too bloody reserved to let go."

I smiled at her. 'What you need is an uninhibitor. You need to smoke a bit of dope, but that's not going to happen right now is it. Turn around, and Becca just accept whatever it is I do to you. I'm in charge now, just accept it. Relax... don't think of anything other than me touching you and how you feel... but help me out by letting me know what feels nice... we haven't got a lot of time. I think your problem may be that you must feel you need to be in control."

"You're right about that. I'm an expert at exerting my will even with Wendy and Ron, but 'team Dawson' know I'm usually right, they know I've got their backs when things get awkward."

"Becca... I just asked you not to think of anything other than me and you. Forget Ron and Wendy or whatever else is going on in that busy mind... this is about Becca. Turn around."

"Oh... sorry, guess I'm a bit nervous."

"Shush. No more talking. Lift your arms."

With slow wipes and caresses with the towel, I dried Becca's neck and arms before continuing down her back, over her butt cheeks and crouched as I continued down her legs.

"You can drop your arms now."

"Oh." she giggled.

"Move your feet apart Becca."

Becca may have thought I was going to dry her pussy, but I wanted to keep her guessing as to what I might do next. Standing behind her I placed the towel over her chest and dabbed at it before cupping each tit and gently kneading them through the toweling. Pushing her tits up and out and allowing the towel to drop down uncovering them I rolled her nipples between fingers and thumbs.

"Oh God yes."

Becca relaxed against me and her hands lifted to cover mine squeezing them into her tits as I continued tweaking her nipples, then I moved my hips against her backside so that she could feel the swelling of my cock against the crack of her arse cheeks. I'd started to harden and although my cock was far from erect, she ever so gently pushed back against it.

"Move your feet Becca... open your legs for me."

Dropping one end of the towel I reached between her legs and pulled it through. She went up on tip toes as I lifted the towel up into her crotch.

"Walk Becca... take me to the bedroom."

Becca giggled then laughed at the audacity of me holding both ends of the towel lifting it up into her pussy as she took small steps on her toes slowly making her way into the bedroom. She certainly wasn't shy and I thought back to the previous night when Dawn had asked me to lead her into the bedroom with my fingers in her pussy. Stopping Becca a couple of feet from the bed with its carved wooden headboard I dropped the towel. Becca's feet came together again, and she looked back over her shoulder at me still grinning.

"No Becca... I didn't tell you to close your legs... open them again, then bend forward... hands on the bed."

"Tim this is..."

"Shush... no talking. Just do it Becca."

Becca, the control freak, was probably in a bit of turmoil. She could either object to me telling her to bend over and expose herself or accept that I was in control and comply with what I was telling her to do. I was very aware that what I was asking her to do would be a turning point, or not, for her relinquishing control. Becca slowly reached out and put her hands on the bed, then spread her legs. She was probably wondering if I was going to move in behind her, jamb my cock into her pussy and fuck her as I had her in such a compromising position.

I did move behind her, but with outstretched hands gently traced the outline of her spine with my fingers just brushing her skin. I felt her flinch as I dragged a finger over the small of her back and down to the top of the crack of her arse cheeks, so applied soft kisses around that area then rolled both her nipples between my fingers before again tweaking them. Unsure whether she gave a little shudder through playing with her tits or the kisses on the small of her back, I started again applying soft kisses while stroking her neck and ears making my way down her back until I reached the same spot above the crack of her arse.

"Oh, yes Tim... that feels so nice when you do that." She gave another involuntary shudder then turned her head back trying to see what I was doing.

I wanted to continue keeping Becca guessing as to what I might do next. She had asked me to lick her pussy, and I purposely wanted to tease and delay doing so to build up her anticipation. Kneeling on the floor I pushed against the inside of her ankles and after some initial reluctance, she moved them further apart so that now her legs were almost uncomfortably spread. Becca's pussy and puckered arsehole were totally exposed; her pussy lips were hairless and pink in contrast to the bronze pucker of her arsehole. I knew she would be probably agonizing over laying bare her most intimate woman's parts for my scrutiny as I placed my hands on her arse cheeks and pulled them apart, as she let out a little gasp thinking I would now start to lick her, but I went to her ankles sliding my hands up her calves and dragging fingers across the back of her knees then up along her inner thighs. Becca jumped as my fingers finally reached her pussy lips,

"Tim... this is rude I don't think... "

"Shush... don't think anything. Just relax and accept it. Let me do what I want, and I promise you it will be worthwhile."

Kissing the small of her back while tracing the outline of her pussy and inner thighs brought a big sigh from Becca who know slumped onto her elbows, her clenched butt cheeks jerked open, and I finally got the feeling that she was going to accept my ministrations to her exposed privates as I kissed each of her cheeks and placed a finger between her pussy lips. She was moist and I felt her clit harden as I dabbed against it.

Becca, when she had asked me to lick her pussy had probably envisioned me lying between her legs licking her while she was on back comfortably on the bed and not bent over it with legs spread wide totally exhibiting the cleft of her pussy and her pleasantly wrinkled areshole.

With her clit now hard, I slipped my finger between her pussy lips and then up to the second joint into the entrance of her hole and held it motionless there. Becca gave out a little gasp, her legs trembled slightly, and she slowly came off her elbows to lie with her head and chest on the bed. Swapping my finger inside her for my thumb allowed me to tickle her clit which caused her to sharply inhale then relax further onto the bed.

I felt Becca was accepting now, her uncertainty at losing control evaporating with the compromising situation I had put her in, but I still wanted to keep her guessing as to what would come next and touched the tip of my tongue against the pucker of her arse. She jerked forward.

"Tim!!... no... no one has ever done that."

I pulled her hips back towards me. "Trust Becca... trust me."

She slowly relaxed again as I started licking across the juncture at the top of her thighs and pussy. This time she flinched but didn't pull away as I tongued from her clit to her arsehole, savoring the scent of her pussy juice. It was strong but like all pussy aroma acted as an aphrodisiac and had an instant effect on my cock which stiffened accordingly.

With my forearms hugging her hips I tickled the small of Becca's back and pulled at her cheeks with my thumbs opening them and allowing my face access to her arse and pussy. When Becca relaxed again. I concentrated on tickling her clit with the tip of my tongue causing her to murmur little oohs and aahs. When I tonged deep into her pussy hole while sucking on her lips, my efforts were finally endorsed because Becca reached back and held her bum cheeks open for me. Finally, she had relinquished any control she felt over to me, and I was able to place my hands under the front of her thighs and pull her pussy open with my thumbs. Becca's pussy was wet, and my face was soon covered with her juice as I sucked onto her clit, tickling the top of her firm nubbin with my tongue.

"Oh, Christ Tim... I'm going to explode if you keep doing that." Becca mumbled into the bed. She started to pant.

Teasing her, I stopped and plunged my tongue back into her sodden pussy hole, my nose pushed up firmly against her arsehole. I got the feeling she might be on the brink of cumming when stretching back with one hand she grabbed at my hair and pulled my head firmly into her crotch. I lifted her hand away not wanting her to take control in any way, pushed the thumb of one hand into her pussy and tickled her clit with its adjoining fingers before lightly licking around the rim of her arse.

Becca tried to pull forward once again, but I held her with my other arm around her waist and started to slowly fuck her hole with my thumb being rewarded by her ever so gently humping backside against my face. She started to pant emitting little moans as my thumb curled and pushed against the slick walls of her pussy. Suddenly she tensed. her panting stopped momentarily and sensing she was on the brink I jammed my tongue into the pucker of her arsehole. There was no chance that anyone within the vicinity and possibly even the main house wouldn't have heard the yell as she let loose. It was deep and guttural ending in a high pitch scream.

I'd had a few girls and women in the past who had produced a lot of cum when they orgasmed but what Becca did was ridiculous. My hand became soaked as Becca literally gushed pussy cum, then again as her climax repeated after she squeezed her pussy around my thumb. I'd continued to force my tongue up her arse but she suddenly slumped onto the bed causing my face and hand to exit her holes. Lying on the bed next to her I was smiling then laughed as I watched her come down from her orgasm. She was rolling on her stomach from side to side and pulling her legs up and down as she groaned until eventually, she lay still.

"Are you okay Becca?"

"Okay... am I okay?... I just had the most mind --blowing sex in my life and you want to know if I'm okay. That's the first time I've cum with a man and you didn't even have your dick in me. Christ... my thighs are soaked."

"Just checking." I laughed.

Becca pushed my shoulder so that I fell onto my back then swung her leg over and straddled me. I felt the dampness of her pussy and thighs against my stomach. She peppered my face with kisses, "Thankyou... thankyou... thankyou Tim. But what are we going to do about this?"

Becca reached behind her and took my semi-erect cock in her hand.

"I'm all good Becca... seeing you happy is all I need."

She gave me an unbelieving look. "I'm curious though... maybe I can cum with a cock in me now."

"Look Becca... I'm sure you can, but only if you let go and don't think you need to be in control."

Still that look, then a smile. "Prove it." She was slowly wanking my cock which didn't seem to mind at all.

"Okay... I'm not into this, but I'll make an exception for you." I grinned at her then rolled her off me, hopped off the bed and started looking around the room. Not finding what I was looking for I went out into the living room. In one corner was a statue. This one was an Indian goddess crossed legged in the Lotus position with three sets of arms and a peaked gold crown. Draped across her upturned hands were two multi-colored scarves.

"Excuse me your holiness I just need to borrow these." I took the two scarves and wandered back into the bedroom and through to the ensuite where I washed. Becca's cum had started to dry on my face and my skin was feeling uncomfortable. Becca looked up guiltily, she had been looking down at her pussy as she sat cross legged on the bed. She then looked at either my cock or what I held in my hand.

"Lie on your tummy Becca."

"What?"

"Lie on your tummy... hands behind your back." I kept my tone quiet but firm.

She hesitated for a few seconds looking at me with a quizzical look on her face. "Are you going to tie me up?"

"Yep... now do as you're told."

"But Tim I don't think that I would...."

I held my finger to my lips then pointed it at her and circled it with a rolling motion.

Becca looked worried. For a moment she hesitated, and I thought she may object but then turned onto her stomach and placed her hands behind the small of her back. One thing I had learned from my sailing days was how to tie knots and I wrapped a scarf around her wrists firmly then finished tying it with a reef knot.

"Becca... this other scarf is to gag you if you keep objecting. You are mine now and I'm going to fuck you. Don't say anything... just nod or shake your head. Do you want me to cum inside you or I can cum over your arse? Nod for pussy... shake for arse."

Becca made as if to say something... thought about it then shook her head. She seemed very uncomfortable, and I questioned whether I was doing the right thing having never been into bondage in any form. She was happy for me to fuck her, just probably wasn't expecting it to happen like this. For my part, I certainly didn't need a fuck but was interested to see if what I was thinking would turn out to be right. Grabbing her ankles I pulled her back until her hips were across the edge of the bed and let her toes rest on the floor then pushed her ankles apart with mine.

Becca let out a little gasp, she was trying to clench her cheeks and hide her exposed pussy. Holding my cock, I moved between her cheeks pushing her thighs apart and rubbed the head between her lips. They were still wet with her juice allowing my cock to easily slide up her hole. I went all the way in until I felt the head touch her cervix and held my cock still. Becca let out a gasp, but slowly she began to relax, and I was able to apply more pressure until my whole length was buried in her pussy. My cock stiffened becoming rigid with the sensation of being engulfed by the warm pussy.

Ever so slowly, I began to fuck her, totally withdrawing then sliding my length back in as deep as possible. Holding her bound wrists with one hand I took a handful of her hair with the other and held it gently while slowly increasing my rate of thrusts. Becca let out little groans each time I bottomed out, and her hips relaxed against the edge of the bed seemingly accepting the inevitable.

"Your pussy is all mine Becca... a nice warm pussy that I'm going to fuck like there is no tomorrow and there is nothing you can do to stop me; it's all mine Becca, so relax and enjoy being fucked. Imagine being a slut that all the boys want to fuck and you can't help yourself... every time you see a cock, your pussy is going to tell Becca it wants to be fucked until you cum. Think what it would be like to have a lineup of men all lusting for your hot pussy, After I cum on your arse there is another cock waiting, a big hard cock, then another and another all wanting to fuck and cum on you, using you as their little cum slut and you're tied up so that you've got no choice other than to accept cock after cock. You want that don't you Becca?"

Becca let out an almighty groan and as much as she was able, she thrust back against me so that I was buried so deep, my balls started to slap against the front of her pussy.

"Good girl Becca... now cum for me... let it go and cum all over my cock."

I'd heard about women who were squirters and had had a few who were wet as hell cummers, but what Becca did next was ridiculous. She let out a scream as I literally felt a wave of cum suddenly cush its way past my cock and explode onto its base. Within seconds it was dripping off my balls. I was soaked with her cum juice. Becca's arse bounced and quivered through her orgasm, and I had no choice as she worked my cock other than to pull out and add to her cum by firing shot after shot at her arsehole, pulling it open with the fingers of one hand while gripping my length with the other. Becca squealed again as she felt my first cum shot hit her very sensitive arse pucker. Placing the tip of my cock into the pool of cum I had created, I slid my cock up and down over her arsehole. Becca started grunting and clenching her butt cheeks as my cum dribbled down across her pussy.

Slumping onto the bed beside her, I reached across and undid the knot of the scarf allowing her arms to fall free.

"Are you okay Becca?"

She had moved up onto the bed and lay facing me. Becca had tears in her eyes, and I momentarily thought I may have hurt her.

Becca nodded her head. "Of course I am," she said weepily through gasped breaths.

"Then why the tears?" I wiped them away with my finger.

"Because you have no idea how long I've waited for that to happen. I thought it never would and now it has... well... it was better than I could ever have imagined. I'm sorry I made such a mess... I should have warned you."

I laughed. "That wasn't a mess... that was a compliment. Is that one of the reasons you couldn't let go... because you thought that might happen?"

Becca nodded her head again.

"Listen Becca. That was hot. There was no way I should have cum just then. I got waylaid by a couple of women at the surf club then I busted my arse in the surf for a couple of hours... I'm shot and with what you did... I couldn't have stopped myself if I'd wanted. You cumming like that was a huge turn-on, so don't be embarrassed by it. That is a special quality."

"Do you mean that?... but you told me all along you were going to do shoot off on my bum."

"Bedroom talk Becca... same as all the rest of what I talked about. I just wanted to see what might push your buttons."

"Well for your information it all did. Being tied up was the last thing I could have imagined might turn me on, and then you suggested a lineup of men fucking me... that sure as hell pushed my buttons, Now I'm going to fantasize about that. Thankyou Tim... that was liberating. No one has ever done that to my bum. I could never imagine someone licking me there... that was so naughty but when it happened, I felt so helpless that I couldn't have stopped myself from cumming if I wanted to either. Are you sure you don't want to stick around now?"

"Umm... let me think. It is a pretty cool surf spot. Uncrowded, nice tubes... tempting!!"

Becca took my face in her hands and peppered me with kisses. "I had a different sort of riding in mind... and different tubes for you to tuck into."

Antipod.