Lake house – Sex Stories

I was driving up highway 41 toward the Sierra foothills on my way to a lake where I sometimes went camping and fishing.   My plan was to spend a few days fishing and unwinding from 2 weeks of intense contract work for a client.   I was alone because I had made the decision on the spur of the moment and I knew none of my friends would be able to get free on short notice.   That was ok; I was looking forward to being alone

I reached my favorite spot on the lake, a small clearing on the edge of a little cove and backed my truck in.   I decided to do some fishing before setting up camp, and just grabbed my pole and fishing gear, leaving everything else in the truck.     The fish were biting and within a short time I had a couple of good size trout.   I decided to go for one more, and after bating my hook, I turned my back to the lake, holding the pole out so that the hook didn’t catch on anything, and swung it in a high arc to get it out as far as possible.   To my horror I saw that a young woman in a canoe had quietly paddled into my little cove and my hook was heading right for her.   She had noticed, and without saying anything was watching my hook and line sail in a high arc through the air directly toward her.   At the last second it occurred to me to yank back on the line, which I did, but that turned out to be the wrong thing to do.   My hook might have gone past the canoe, but I made sure it not only struck the canoe, but stuck in the wood just inside the right front end.   I breathed a sigh of relief that it had not hit her.   “Sorry” I yelled, “I didn’t see you coming”. “That’s ok” she said, “I’ll just unhook it”.   That turned out to be easier said than done.   The barb must have been embedded in the wood because she was not having an easy time of it. I could see that the hook was not coming loose and I was concerned that she was going to hurt herself, so I yelled for her to leave it and start paddling toward me and I’ll reel it in and unhook it when she reached me.   She did so and a minute later I was pulling the front of the canoe onto the sand.   I apologized once more as I began working the hook loose, but she said not to worry about it, no harm done.   This was my first opportunity to see her up close, and I was quite taken by her.   She had a very natural look, not beautiful but pretty in a fresh sort of way.   She was wearing cut off jeans that were pretty short, and her legs were well worth a double take.   She wore a button down shirt with the sleeves ripped off, and the first few buttons were open, revealing an acceptable amount of cleavage.   I was taking all this in as I worked on the hook, and she asked me if I was camping here.   I told her that I was, that I had come up for the weekend to relax and do some fishing.     She noted that I had a bucket with a couple of fish in it and asked if I was planning on eating them alone.   I said that I would be happy to share them with her if she didn’t mind roughing it.   She said she had a better idea.   She was staying in a house on the lake about a half mile up and around the bend.   She suggested I come up, bring the fish and she’ll supply the wine.   That way we wouldn’t have to be total strangers any more.     I took the hint and said I didn’t have a better offer and asked how to get there.   She said it was on the opposite side of the lake and the easiest way would be for me to go with her in the canoe, and that she was tired of paddling anyway.   I looked down at my clothes, I was wearing shorts and a tank top, and I said to give me a minute to put on another shirt.   I didn’t have my tent set up yet, so I had to change in front of her.   I work out regularly and so was not embarrassed about what she was seeing.   I threw my gear in the front of the truck and locked it up.   As I began to push the canoe out I suggested that I take the rear, and so she moved to the front.   I shoved off and jumped in.   I am very familiar with canoes, having one of my own, and soon we had a good rhythm going and were making good speed.   I love paddling a canoe, they are so fast and quiet and I can get a good upper body workout.   As we paddled along she turned and told me her name is Linda.   I responded that my name is Brad. It took about 20 minutes to get to their dock and we soon had the canoe out of the water and stored safely away.   We walked up the stairs to a deck that overlooked the lake.     I turned and took in the view.   It was magnificent.   The Sierra foothills are beautiful and this was a beautiful lake.   Linda came up beside me, close enough for our arms to touch, and asked how I liked the view.   I said it was incredible and I envied her.   She said it had been her parent’s house and had hardly been used in years. Now it belonged to her and her brother. I asked if her brother was here now and she said no, she had come up alone.   We had turned to look at each other as we talked.   The sun was shining on her face and I noticed that she looked better than I had originally thought.   Her hair was auburn with a reddish tint, and her eyes were green.   I guessed her age at somewhere between 25 and 28.   I must have been staring, because she smiled and said “what?”   I quickly looked away and said “nothing, I guess my mind was wandering”.   She asked where it had wandered to, and she had a sly grin on her face.     I suggested that we get the fish on ice while they were still fresh and motioned for her to lead the way.   She got a mock pouting look on her face but turned and started for the sliding door leading into the rear of the house.   As she walked I noticed what a great ass she had, and my mouth began to water.   Once inside I found myself in a living room, with the kitchen to the right and an island counter lined with stools separating them.   The freezer had plenty of ice, and I dumped the water out of the bucket and covered the fish with ice.   Linda then gave me a tour of the place.   Downstairs was the master bedroom with its own bathroom, and a separate bathroom next to the kitchen.   Upstairs were two more bedrooms and one bathroom.   It was late afternoon and too early to cook, so Linda brought out some cheese and crackers and asked me to pick a wine from the wine unit that was under the island counter.   I took a look and let out a low whistle.   On the top shelf were bottles of Screaming Eagle, Scarecrow, Caymus Special Select and Opus one, all 2004. On the next two shelves were bottles of most of the first growth Bordeaux including Latour, Margeaux, Mouton and Lafitte, as well as Petrus which is technically not a Premier Cru; none younger than 20 years old.   Without looking any further I stood up and said “I can’t open one of these, they are worth hundreds of dollars each, some over a thousand.” “Don’t be silly” she said, “If we don’t drink them my brother will, you can count on that.”   My mouth dropped open and I just stood there staring at her in disbelief.   She walked over and opened a drawer and took out a cork screw, grabbed my hand and placed it in my palm, and then pushed my mouth shut with her finger. “I’m going to change clothes; I hope you have a glass of wine waiting for me when I get back”.   Considering the time of day, I decided it was too early for a red, so I continued perusing the wines in the lower racks.   I found a few white burgundies and selected a Montrachet.

  It was a little too cold but would warm up nicely in the glass.   In a cupboard above the island I found some large wine glasses, and I opened the bottle and filled two of them a little less than half way.   I picked up one glass and swirled it a few times, then stuck my nose in as far as it would go and sniffed.   Oh my God, the fragrance alone was enough to tell me this wine was special.   I took a little sip, coating the inside of my mouth, and then took another, larger sip.   I began to wonder if this was a dream when Linda appeared and said “I can’t believe you started without me”.   I looked at her and this time was able to keep my jaw from dropping, but only because it was full of wine.   She was wearing a short yellow summer dress that came about halfway to her knees and the neck line plunged almost to the cellar.   She noticed me looking at her dress and asked if I liked it as she spun around, showing a lot more of those incredible legs and a bare back.   The material of the dress was thin and tight across her breasts, and I could barely see the outline of her nipples.   I swallowed the wine without tasting it.   At that moment I could have had a glass of water in my hand, I wouldn’t have known the difference.   I finally found my tongue and said that she looked radiant and I probably smelled like fish.   She suggested that I could take a shower and borrow some of her brother’s clothes, they would probably fit.   Since her brother wasn’t expected this weekend I readily agreed, and she told me to use the shower in the master bedroom and she would have some clothes on the bed when I got out.   Only she didn’t.   I came out of the bathroom and there were no clothes there.   I wrapped the towel around me and went to the door of the bedroom. She was sitting at the counter drinking the wine and told me I had picked a good one.   I asked about the clothes and she said “oops, I forgot”, smiled at me, and took another sip of her wine.   I decided that she wanted me to stay in the towel so I walked over and stood there boldly and took up my glass.   She looked me up and down brazenly, and I noticed that her nipples were a little more apparent than before.   I tied a knot in the towel at my side and sat on the stool next to her.    We chatted as we ate cheese and crackers and drank the wine.   The opening in the towel was toward her, and every now and then she would gesture as she talked and would touch my thigh briefly with her left hand.   The more she drank, the more she gestured.   The bottle of wine was almost empty and I decided that I should do something with the fish.   I said as much, and added that while the towel was comfortable, I should probably at least put on some shorts to do the cooking.   “Ok, I give in”, she said, “Let’s go see what my brother has to wear”.   We started up the stairs, me following and watching her ass move back and forth with each step.   I was a little aroused when we got to the top and went into one of the bedrooms.   She walked up to a dresser and opened a drawer.   I came up beside her and looked inside, but it was mostly underwear.   As we stood there together, our bodies touching, I leaned over and sniffed and said that she smelled good enough to eat.   She turned toward me and pressed her breasts against my chest and said “That’s the whole idea”, and suddenly our lips were pressed together, the passion of the kiss foretelling what was in both of our minds.   My hands went to her bare back, then down to her finely crafted ass.   The dress material was so thin it almost felt as if I was caressing her bare skin and the thin straps of her thong were clearly felt.   At that moment I felt her hand move from my side down to the bare skin below the knot in the towel, then under the towel to grasp my now rigid cock.   There was a fire raging inside me as I kissed her ear and her neck, simultaneously aware of her soft stroking of my hard manhood.   I reached my hands up and untied the bow at the back of her dress, and we separated so the dress could fall to the floor.   I looked at what had to be the most perfect breasts I’d ever seen, with large, stiff nipples pointing straight at me.   I looked in her eyes and she pressed her body against me again and we kissed, our lips and tongues and teeth all working together in a display of wanton lust.   She jerked on the towel and it came loose and fell to the floor. “I’ve wanted you to fuck me all afternoon” she whispered, “I hope you won’t disappoint me”.   I lowered my head down so I could reach her breast and sucked a nipple into my mouth.   I hooked my thumbs under the straps of her thong and slid them down past her knees, letting them fall to her feet.   I then stood up, placed one hand behind her back, bent my knees and placed the other hand under her knees and picked her up.   She encircled my neck with her arms and pulled her face up to meet mine and kissed me as I carried her to the bed.   Her lips were full and inviting and just kissing her was exciting, but I was eager to taste her honey and I   quickly began to descend, my lips tracing a trail from her neck, to her breasts, to her navel, and finally to her neatly trimmed pussy.     She was so wet I could smell her lust before I got there.   I repositioned myself between her legs and studied her glistening lips as I kissed all around them.   The top of her pussy was puffed up and I could tell that her aroused clit was standing tall just below the surface.   I licked and kissed and licked and kissed, my tongue barely reaching beneath the folds of her lips. Her breathing was fast and deep.   She was moaning quietly, patiently, allowing me to take my time, the excitement slowly building.   Her hips had a mind of their own however, and were pushing forward, hoping to prey on my tongue and suck it inside.     I felt the teasing had gone on long enough and I slid my tongue inside, sucking up her juices and transferring them to my mouth.   I caressed one wall of her pussy and then the other, and without even getting close to her clit she had an orgasm, her juices flowing over my tongue and down my chin.   She had her hands behind my head now and was holding me in place, seemingly unaware that I had no intention of moving.   Her hips were grinding into my face and her head was turned to the side as her moaning got loader and louder.     I could tell that she would have another orgasm without me touching her button, but I wanted it to be really good, so I slowly worked my tongue up and began licking her stiff clit.   Her orgasm was immediate and her moan became a scream.    I kept licking and she kept cumming, her screaming getting even louder.   Suddenly she clasped my head between her thighs, her hands still holding my head as she rapidly pushed her clit against my tongue, over and over, her orgasm completely out of control.   Her screaming was very loud, but I was spared by her thighs which completely covered my ears.   She nearly had me in a death grip with her thighs, all I could do was continue to lick her clit as hard as I could, nearly helpless to do else, nor wanting to.   It seemed like her orgasm continued for several minutes, but I had no way to judge time.   My tongue was definitely getting tired, but I was not going to stop as long as she kept cumming.   Finally she began to slow her thrusting and her thighs opened to release my head.   She was still in the throes of an orgasm, but it was subsiding.   I stopped licking her clit and began to lick up all of the abundant juices in and around her pussy.   As she relaxed I looked up at her and she looked down at me and smiled; a broad, radiant smile.   “I want your cock” she said.

I didn’t think I had ever been so aroused.   I’d never had a woman have such a long or loud orgasm before.   I kissed my way up to her mouth, making a brief stop at each nipple along the way.   My raging cock just barely touched her wet pussy as I reached her mouth and we began to kiss.   She licked my chin and sucked my lips, cleaning her juices off of everything but my mustache.   Then she gave me a little shove to the side and rolled me over on my back.

Now it was her turn, and she began kissing her way down my body, flicking her tongue over my nipples and making me shiver.   She ran her tongue down to my naval and continued to the tip of my pulsating cock.   She continued licking her way down to my balls, then shifted her position so that she could reach everything easily.   She gently sucked my balls into her mouth, one at a time. She was so gentle that at first I was not sure what se was doing, but I knew that it felt good.   Her mouth was warm and her tongue very soft as it caressed one ball and then the other.

Then she slid her lips up and down the sides of my shaft, my cock half inside her mouth and her tongue filling the gap between her lips.   The sensation was tremendous and I couldn’t wait for her to take my whole into her mouth.   She didn’t do so right away though, she kept sliding her lips and tongue slowly up and down a few more times before lifting my cock with one finger.   Now she could get the tip in her mouth and she lifted it straight up, holding the head in her mouth as she swirled her tongue around the head.

The anticipation was driving me nuts.   I wanted to grab her head in both hands and shove my rod deep into her throat, but I resisted, letting her work her magic.   She was definitely taking it slow and I was not sure if that was because she was enjoying it and wanted it to last, or was deliberately teasing me, wanting me to feel the agony of anticipation and expectation without fulfillment.   Just as the thought passed through my mind she began licking up and down my shaft on all sides, flipping it back and forth so she could reach all sides, then when I thought that would go on for a while, she suddenly sucked me in all the way to the back of her throat.

I gasped with the pleasure, tightening the muscles of my ass as I lifted my hips off the bed.   She began to suck slowly and deeply, occasionally licking around the head before pulling my length back into her mouth.   This went on for a little while as my excitement slowly built, her lips only pressing softly against my ultra sensitive skin.   But gradually she began to press harder with her lips, gradually increasing the tempo as her head bobbed up and down on my hardness.   She knew what she was doing, that was clear.   I was moaning now, and hoping that she would realize that this could not go on or I would shoot my hot cream in her mouth.

She kept sucking my cock with apparent gusto and I was getting too close.

“Linda, if you don’t stop I’m going to cum” I said, but she didn’t even slow down.

“Oooohhh Jeeeez, I’m cumming”, I said, as I shot my cum down her throat.   She held my cock in the back of her throat until I had shot several loads, then she moved her lips to the tip of my cock and just slipped the tip in and out between her lips several times quickly, sending me into another more intense orgasm.   All I could do was lay there, smiling and reveling in the fact that this woman really knew how to give a blow job.

She continued to suck until the last drop oozed out of me and then she moved up and laid half on top of me and snuggled close.   I squeezed her close and told her how incredible that was.

Then I said, “Oh great, now I’m starving and you’re not hungry”, to which she burst into giggles.

“What do you say we get that fish on the fire” I said, and we both got up off the bed.   We rummaged through her brothers clothes and I found some shorts and a shirt that would fit me.   At that point Linda picked up her things and left the room as I put on the clothes.   I descended the stairs to the kitchen but she was not there.

I looked through the drawers in the kitchen and found a knife that would work for scaling and cleaning the fish, then picked up some newspaper and took the fish out to the deck.   I laid the newspaper down and began cleaning the fish, occasionally looking out at the view of the lake.   I finished cleaning the fish and wrapped the remains up in the paper and was about to return to the kitchen when Linda appeared in the doorway.

She was now wearing a floor length blue dress with buttons from top to bottom.   The bottom buttons were undone to about mid thigh with a very shapely leg favorably displayed. She had freshened up and when I came up to her I smelled a different perfume than she had worn previously.   Mmmm, I said, you better get away from me or you are going to smell like fish.   She moved aside and I continued into the kitchen, dropped the wad of paper into the trash and set the fish on the counter.     I then washed my hands vigorously.

“Do you have any Jalapenos?/”, I asked.

“Yes, we have everything.” she said.   I then asked if she had any lemons, and she said   “we have a lemon tree on the south side of the house, come with me and I’ll show you.”

We ascended the stairs to the front door and then walked up to the driveway.   This was the first time I’d seen the front of the house, and directly across the road was a vineyard.

She noticed me looking and told me that was their old vine zinfandel vineyard.   I asked how many acres they had and she said 20.   I whistled and asked what they did with the grapes.   She said they sold them to Renwood who used them in their Grasper bottling.   I looked at her and she said “Yep, these are some of the oldest zin vines in the state”.

She then took my hand and led me around to the side of the house where they have a small orchard of fruit trees, including a lemon tree.   I asked how many acres they owned Ire and she said 50.   I said I was impressed as I picked a nice looking lemon.

Back at the front of the house I noticed a small cottage next to the vineyard and asked who that belonged to.   She said it was the residence of the vineyard manager but was currently empty.

Back in the kitchen I began working on the trout and Linda began putting together a salad.

First I turned the oven on to 400 degrees.   I then coated the fillets with olive oil and seasoned with garlic salt and black pepper, then laid them out on tin foil.   I topped them with jalapeno slices, and then squeezed lemon juice on them from the lemon ends.   I then arranged lemon slices over the top and covered the whole thing in foil, sealing it tightly.

“These are ready for the oven” I said.   “I guess it’s time for another bottle of wine”.

She looked at me and said that if I didn’t find anything to my liking in the kitchen that I could check the wine cellar.

“Wine cellar?   You have a wine cellar?”   I asked.

Linda took my hand and pulled me toward a door between the stairway and the bathroom.   I had not noticed the door before.   TI door was on the front side of the house and as the ground slopped up from there we only had to descend a few steps.

Linda turned on the light and I found a room about 10 feet deep and 8 feet across and 8 feet high.   TI left and right walls were lined with bottles to the ceiling, and the back of the room had cases of wine stacked several boxes high.   I was stunned and could not find my tongue.   I began looking through the bottles and found more of the same that I had found in the kitchen, only a much broader collection, including mainly American, French and Italian.

I finally found my tongue and said

These are the best quality, the most sought after, the most expensive wines in the world.
Why, on earth, would your parents leave These wines Ire if the don’t plan to ever come back?  That just doesn’t make any sense to me.

Linda suddenly burst into tears.  “My parents were killed in a car accident 3 weeks ago.  I’ve been living Ire alone for 2 weeks.  I didn’t realize how much I needed company, needed someone, until I saw you as I rounded the point next to your little cove”.  TI tears were streaming down her face and her body was racked with sobs.
“Christ Linda” I said, “If I’d have known we wouldn’t have…I wouldn’t have…”
“No, I wouldn’t change anything, it…this…you…, are just what I needed.”
Linda looked up and realized that there were tears welling up in my eyes.
“Linda, I’m so sorry for your loss, I…don’t know what to say.

It was so sudden, I can’t begin to imagine how you must have felt.  You’re obviously a very strong woman to have stayed Ire alone for 2 weeks at a time like this.”

“I didn’t know what to do.  After the memorial was over I just couldn’t stay in the city, I had to get away.  This place was my only option.  I’ve been so lonely” She sobbed, “but I could not leave.  My parents are Ire, our memories are Ire.  We spent so much time Ire together as a family.  This place reminds me of them more than anywhere, more than anything”.  Linda’s sobbing was slowing but the tears were not.  I pulled her to me and hugged her close, tears running down my face.  I felt ashamed to be crying when my feelings were nothing compared to hers, and I did my best to hold it in, to not feel for her.  I did not want to diminish the power of her grief by appearing to show any emotion of my own.  It would not be fair to her and she should resent me for it.  I continued to hold her close until I got himself under control, hopefully consoling her at the same time.

We stood there for several minutes holding each other as Linda’s tears subsided and her breathing became normal.  I was in control by that time, and I looked her in the eyes, searching for an understanding of where her emotions were.  She looked into my eyes, sadness apparent in her gaze.

“This has been good for me, to get this out of my system, but I don’t want to ruin this day by dwelling on it.   I’m going to finish the salad while you choose a wine,” and she turned and walked up the stairs.

Jesus, I thought, how can the day not be ruined.   I still had a knot in my throat as I watched her disappear from sight.

I turned my attention to the wine.   I needed something with backbone to counter the jalapenos.   There were a lot of wines to look at and I was having trouble focusing, but I saw a Dunn Howell Mountain and thought that would do fine.

When I returned to the kitchen Linda put her arms around my neck and kissed me.

“This is the happiest I’ve been in a long time.   Let’s not spoil it by dwelling on sad things” she said.   “Ok?   What happened upstairs earlier was exactly what I needed.”

I smiled and nodded.   Now I understood why she clasped her thighs on my head and held my face to her pussy as she thrust with every fiber of her being.  Those orgasms were her release; they broke the locks that held her chained to he grief.  It was that desperate, frantic exertion, those long, repeated orgasms, that finally allowed her to let go.  No wonder she seduced me, she somehow knew that was the therapy she needed.   The grief wasn’t gone, but she was almost herself again .   At least I hoped so.

The buzzer on the oven went off signaling that the oven was hot enough.

In went the trout and I set the timer for 15 minutes.   I then turned my attention to the wine and soon had a glass poured for each of us.

I looked outside and suggested we eat on the patio.   She agreed and grabbed a table cloth from a drawer and handed it to me while she began gathering plates and silverware.   I brushed off the table and spread the cloth.

I noticed that there was hardly a breeze and asked if she had any candles.   She said of course, and shortly the table was set and the candles ready to light.   It was just sunset and we stood at the railing looking at the lake in the dwindling light.   I held her close as we sipped our wine, then turned her toward me and kissed her tenderly on the lips.   Soon we had set our glasses on the railing and were kissing and groping each other with obvious desire.   Just then the bell went off signaling that the fish were done.

I smiled, kissed her on the nose, picked up my glass and headed for the kitchen.   Linda followed and we soon had dinner on the table.   I lit the candles as Linda poured more wine.   We both began eating, and suddenly Linda exclaimed that the fish was delicious and where did I learn how to cook like that.

“It was very scientific actually”, I said, “when you were out of the room I looked up a recipe on the internet with my iphone.   I picked a recipe with very few ingredients so my feeble mind could remember it.”   That elicited some giggles from Linda, then a look of obvious admiration.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a more romantic dinner” she said, “thank you.”

“I didn’t do much, this setting is just incredible, I can see why you chose to come here.”

We finished the meal and cleared the table, leaving only the table cloth left.   The sun was below the horizon and the clouds in the sky were all red and pink.   They stood on the patio taking it all in, one arm around each other.   The wine was having an effect on Linda and she was feeling very warm and comfortable.   She turned and pressed her breasts against my chest and kissed me on the lips.

I kissed her back, pulling her closer to me, and she pressed her groin against my thigh.   That was all it took for my arousal to begin, and I knew that I wanted her here and now.   I took her glass and placed both of glasses on the railing, and then we returned to the embrace that we both wanted and had been waiting for.

The kissing started at the lips, but soon moved to the ears and neck.   Our hands roamed freely, my down to her ass while one of her hands began to stroke my stiffening cock.   I moved my hands to the buttons at the top of her dress and began to undo them until I got to her waist, then I couldn’t wait and bent my head to her breast. Linda leaned back against the railing and closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations that my tongue was creating on her nipple.

With one hand she held my head to her breast, while the other hand continued stroking my cock through the shorts.   I reached down and undid a couple of the bottom buttons on her dress and reached inside to caress her upper thigh, continuing up to her hip, searching for but not finding the strap of her thong.   To my delight I realized she was not wearing any panties.   She was naked under the dress with only two buttons holding it closed at her hips.

Linda reached down with her other hand and unhooked my shorts and let them drop to the floor.   She slid down my briefs and took my fully erect shaft into one hand and began stroking it.   I stood up and began kissing her lips while sliding both hands inside the bottom of her skirt and placing a hand on each cheek of her bare ass.   One hand then moved around and I felt the heat as my hand got close to her mound.   When I touched her she shuddered and my fingers were immediately wet from her already dripping pussy.   I slid a finger inside and began to stroke her clit, not bothering to tease around this time.

“Brad”, she said, “I need to feel you inside me”.   I was kissing her neck, she was stroking his cock, I was stroking her clit, and both of us were as hot as we could be.   I stood back and took off my shirt and stepped out of my shorts and undies.   I then reached forward and quickly undid the last two buttons on Linda’s dress.   I took her by the hand and led her over to the table, lifted her up so she was sitting on the edge, then leaned her back and bent over her, my cock rubbing against her pussy.

Linda let out a low moan and wrapped her legs around my waist.   I lubed up my cock by sliding it up and down her wet pussy, the pulled back and slid the head inside.   Linda moaned again, this time louder, and pulling with her legs shoved her pussy against him, swallowing the length of me inside her.   We both began a rhythm of pushing and pulling, slowly at first, then accelerating as our excitement grew.

Linda was breathing hard and moaning loud and quickly had her first orgasm.   My excitement increased with the sound and feel of her orgasm, and I wondered if I could hold out very long.   I kept pounding in long steady thrusts, and Linda’s moans were again getting very loud.   She was getting close again and wanted me to cum with her.

“Fuck me harder” she said, as she thrusted her own hips at me, her legs behind my ass trying to pull me closer.   Linda reached another climax as the sound of her pleasure began to echo back from the lake.   This was all I needed as I began to ejaculate my seed deep inside her.

My orgasm intensified and prolonged Linda’s orgasm, and we both continued to cum together for many more seconds.   Finally we relaxed and lay there kissing as our mixed juices ran out onto the table cloth.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t hold out any longer, but you are so hot I just could not control myself”.

“That’s ok” she responded, “You are staying the night aren’t you.”

Linda woke up to the smell of coffee.   When she entered the kitchen wearing nothing but a T-shirt she found me busy at the stove.   She moved up behind me and hugged me tight.

“Breakfast is almost ready” I said, “why don’t you grab a couple of plates”.

As we ate I said that if I was going to stay very long I needed to go get my truck.   Linda said that I could stay as long as I liked.   I looked at her seriously, and then smiled, saying that I didn’t want to wear out my welcome.

“Brad”, she said, “Can’t you stay for at least the weekend?”

I thought about it for a minute then asked if she had a computer with internet access.   She did, so I said that I would see if I could set up a vpn connection to the office server and a remote connection to my PC.   But first I needed to get my truck and my own clothes.

After breakfast was cleaned up and we were dressed, we went down and launched the canoe.   Linda was wearing some very tight and skimpy shorts and a halter top that didn’t leave much to the imagination, and I couldn’t help but notice.

The morning was cool and we struck up a good pace without working up a sweat.   When we got to the truck the first thing I did was change into a shirt and shorts of my own.   We loaded the canoe into the back of the truck and tied it down.   It stuck out quite a ways behind the truck, but Linda said they were unlikely to run into anyone else on the road.

Twenty minutes later we pulled up in front of the house and found a Jeep parked in the drive way.

“Oh shit” Linda said, “it’s my brother”.

“Is that a problem?” I asked.

“It definitely can be, we don’t get along very well.   Maybe he isn’t planning on staying long”.

We unloaded the canoe and took it down beside the house to the deck below, and stowed it underneath.   Back at the truck we grabbed everything and went into the house.   Once inside we saw 3 people out on the deck.

“Oh no, he brought his girl friend, and even worse, his buddy Rick.   Rick seems to feel that he has some claim on me.   This is not going to be pleasant.”   Linda walked over to the sliding glass door and asked her brother what he is doing here.

I’ve come up for the weekend, I have as much right to this place as you do” he said.

Linda frowned as I came up behind her.

“Who is this guy?” her brother asked.

“This is Brad.   Brad, meet my brother Jack and his girlfriend Lola”.

“That’s very funny, but she happens to be 18, I’m not a cradle robber.   Brad, her name is Molly and this is my friend Rick”.

I stepped out on the deck and offered my hand.   Nobody responded, and Rick had an obvious scowl on his face.

Linda grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back into the house.   Jack reached over and closed the sliding glass door, and shortly we were able to hear raised voices outside.   Linda and I stopped at the other side of the kitchen and listened.   We could barely make out the words but were able to hear Rick saying that she was supposed to be alone.   Now he is the odd man out.   Jack said not to worry and to wait until they find out how long I was going to be around.

“God I’m glad you are here” said Linda.   “I hope you don’t mind being my knight in shining armor because I really need a protector right now”

“You are one damsel that I would hate to see in distress.   I’m as happy as you are that I am here.   Let’s stow my stuff in your room and take a look at the computer.”

The computer was in the master bedroom downstairs and it didn’t take long for me to establish a vpn connection and a remote desktop connection to the PC on my desk at the office.   I pulled over some client files and saved them on the local pc.   I already had email access with my iphone, so I didn’t think I would need to spend much time logged onto the work computer.

At that moment the others came in from the deck.   Both Jack and Rick had unpleasant looks on their faces, and Molly had no expression at all.

“We’re going to take the canoe out on the lake” said Jack, and with that they were gone.

“Let’s take a walk” I said, “I’d like to see the vineyard”.

It was spring and the vines were just beginning to sprout.   After walking for about 10 minutes I remarked that there appeared to be more than 20 acres of vines here.   Linda responded that there were 40 acres, but they only owned half of them, the rest were owned by an old man who lived about a quarter mile down the road.   They managed his vineyards for him and they split the cost of the vineyard manager.   The cost wasn’t a lot because they gave the vineyard manager the cottage to live in.   The man was pretty old and as far as she knew he didn’t have any children, so they didn’t know what was going to happen to his vineyards when he died.

I decided to give that some thought later.

I asked what had happened to the vineyard manager, and was told that he retired when her parents died and moved down to Fresno to be near his kids.   She had been given a couple of references for a new vineyard manager but had not followed up on them yet.

At this point I told her that I was a wine distributor and I might be able to help.   I bought wine from all over the state and had a lot of connections in the industry.   This cheered her up and her face lit up with a big smile.   I said that I would make some inquiries later.

We headed back to the house and once inside, we could see the canoe out on the lake, but it appeared to have only one person in it.   There was a pair of binoculars on the mantel above the fireplace, which Linda picked up and focused on the canoe.

“It’s Jack, and he’s alone” she said.

We looked at each other and listened, but did not hear any sound in the house.   We then looked upstairs and down and didn’t find Rick or Molly.   We went out on the deck and looked around but didn’t see them.   So we continued around the property to the driveway and still didn’t find them.   As we stood there I thought I heard a sound coming from the direction of the vineyard.

“Did you hear that?   I asked, to which she nodded.

We started across the road and heard the sound again, and this time it seemed to be coming from the cottage.   We walked in that direction and as we got close we began to hear the sound of a woman’s voice.

  We slipped around the back and peered into a window, where we found our missing people.   Molly was leaning over the footboard of the bed, naked from the waist down, with her shirt pushed up to her neck and her breasts hanging straight down.   Rick was standing behind her, also naked from the waist down, and he was pounding his cock into her frantically.

Molly was moaning loudly and Rick was trying to shush her before anyone could hear.   Rick leaned over and grabbed her tits roughly and gave them both a hard squeeze.   I thought that might hurt her, but she seemed to like it and moaned even louder.   As Rick withdrew his cock for each thrust the light hit it just right to show that it was glistening with a profusion of moisture.   Molly was clearly having an orgasm and I doubted it was her first.

I looked at Linda’s face and saw a look of rapt fascination.   I also noticed that her nipples were hard.   “So”, I thought, “she likes watching”.

Rick must have been getting close because he brought his hands back to grip her hips and quickened his pace.   Then to my surprise, he pulled out, repositioned himself and plunged his cock into her ass.

“No” she cried, “I don’t want it in the ass”.

But Rick didn’t seem to care as he kept driving into her again and again.   Molly couldn’t move, he had her pinned between him and the footboard.   Rick suddenly got a grimace on his face as he began to shoot his cum deep into her ass.   Molly had gone from moaning to weeping in short order, it was clear she got no pleasure out of being ass fucked.   Rick pulled out of her ass and continued to cum onto her back, milking it out with his hand.

Linda and I stepped back from the window before he could turn around.   We both looked at each other, Linda’s eyes as wide as an owl’s.   We retraced our steps and hurried across the road and into the house.

We heard the sound of the canoe being dragged out of the water and I suggested we go for a leisurely canoe ride.   Linda eagerly agreed, and we both went out the door and down the stairs.

“Where are Molly and Rick?” Jack asked.

“Haven’t seen them” responded Linda.   “We thought they were with you”.

“No, Molly said she was feeling queasy and the canoe might make her sick, and Rick suddenly had a case of diarrhea, so I went out alone”.

“If you are done with the canoe we’d like to take it out” I said.

He shrugged and started up the steps.   I pushed the boat out and helped Linda get in, then jumped in myself and started paddling.   When we were far enough away that we couldn’t be heard, Linda began to laugh.   I asked what was so funny and she said that it all fit, those 3 deserved each other.

I then asked if she got aroused seeing that, and she shrugged and said she had, but only a little.   She asked if I had and I admitted that it gave me a woody.

We paddled around the lake for about an hour, and then decided it was time for lunch.   When we got the canoe out of the water and stored we heard voices coming from the front of the house.    We walked up there and when Jack saw us he pointed at my truck and said that all of my tires appeared to have gone flat.   And flat they were.   I only had one spare.

Jack said that he and Molly would be happy to drive me into town to get the tires fixed.

I knew immediately that this was a setup and my mind was turning fast, trying to work out a way around this.

“Brad, there has to be another way to deal with this” said Linda, “don’t leave me here alone”.

An idea came to me and I told Jack that I would take him up on his offer if he would help me block up the truck and get the tires off.    I turned so that no one but Linda could see my face and winked at her.   She still had a look of doubt and fear on her face.

A half hour later we had the tires in the back of the Jeep and started down the road with Molly sitting half on my lap.   When we got around the bend I told Jack to stop because I’d forgotten my wallet and I jumped out and began running back toward the house.   When I got to the front door I could hear shouting from inside and when I opened the door and descended the stairs I found Rick attacking Linda and trying to rip her clothes off.   My rage was instantaneous, and in half a second I was on him.   I grabbed him by the throat with both hands and yanked him back, then propelled him forcefully into the wall, face first.   His nose was flattened and blood spurting, but my rage was not even dulled.   I planted a hard right hand into his stomach, doubling him over, and then proceeded to throw pile driving punches into his ribs.   I knew I had cracked a couple, maybe more.   I pushed him up against the wall to straighten him up, then swung another hard right fist into his jaw.   He crumpled onto the floor and didn’t move.

At that moment Jack came running into the house.   When I saw him my rage was renewed.

“You” I yelled.   “You set your own sister up to be raped.”

I was taking long strides toward him as I said this, and Jack began to back up the stairs.   I caught up to him as he was trying to get out the door and I pushed him through, following quickly behind.   Jack put up is hands and said that it was all Rick’s idea and he didn’t know what he had planned to do.   He then backed into the Jeep where he had just parked it and he put his hands back to keep from falling.   I hit him hard on the chin, threw two punches into his stomach and another hard one to the right side of his jaw.   He went down on his knees, shaking his head in a daze and I was about to smash another fist into his face when Linda grabbed my arm and stopped me.

Suddenly the only sound to be heard was of Molly, sitting in the jeep crying.   I walked around and took my tires out of the Jeep and tossed them on the ground.   I then told Jack to get his friend and get out of here while I still have my temper under control.    He said I can’t kick him off his own property, and I said fine, let’s get the police up here and have Rick arrested for attempted rape and Jack for conspiracy.

Jack and Molly went into the house and came staggering out with Rick who was hardly able to walk on his own.   They made it into the Jeep and drove away.

I looked at my hands.   They were bleeding and swollen and very sore.   We went inside and Linda wrapped me up with ice bags.   Her hands were shaking and she was pale.

“I’m sorry about that” I said.   “I guess I sort of took a chance and if my timing had been bad…”

She threw her arms around me and hugged me close, not saying anything at first.   Then she looked into my eyes and just said, “Thank you”.

“When we get to the hospital we need a story, we can’t tell them what really happened” said Jack.   “How about this, we were hiking and you fell down an embankment and landed hard on some rocks?”

“Then how do we explain the bruises on your face? Asked Molly.

“You take him into the emergency room and I’ll wait in the Jeep.”

“Christ”, thought Jack, “this is just what I need right now”.

“I can’t believe he got the best of both of us”, he said out loud.   “I’m not just going to take this and walk away.   I’m going to get him somehow.”

“Why don’t you leave it alone?” said Molly.   You guys could be in jail right now, you should be relieved”.

Jack was silent, lost in thought, and seething in hatred.

Linda made lunch while Brad sat with his hands soaking in bowls of ice water.

“I’m assuming that you and Jack got joint ownership of your parent’s assets”, I said.

“That’s correct, we own everything jointly”

“What other assets are there, if you don’t’ mind me asking”

“There is a house in Beverly Hills and another one in Miami.   I guess they are more like mansions than houses.   And there are stocks, but they are only worth a fraction of what they used to be.   A few hundred thousand if we’re lucky.   There are also a couple of hundred thousand in money market funds, which is what I’ve been living on.”

“So it sounds like the two mansions are worth more than half of the total value of your assets” I mused.

Linda brought lunch and a towel.   I dried my hands and we ate in silence for a few minutes.

“How did you get here, I didn’t see another car out front” I asked.

“It’s in the garage.   2008 Carerra.”

“Nice car, but that won’t have room for 4 tires.”

“Then how are we going to get the tires fixed” she asked.

“Let’s take a walk down the road and pay your neighbor a visit” I suggested.

We were able to borrow the neighbor’s truck and got the tires fixed.   When we returned the truck he invited us in to try some of his own home made wine.   We chatted for a couple of hours and I felt I had established a good relationship with him.

We returned to the house and I proceeded to put the tires on the truck while Linda started dinner.

I finished up with the truck and went inside to wash up.

“How are your hands?” she asked.

“Sore but functional” I responded.

“Good, then why don’t you throw these steaks on the fire and open a bottle of wine?

“I’m on it” I said.

The steaks were Porterhouse and thick.   After tossing them on the fire I decided to open the Caymus Special Select.   What a treat this was, spending the weekend on a beautiful lake, drinking some of the best wines in the world, and enjoying the company of a very hot woman.   A man could easily get used to this.

The wine was going down easy and the bottle was finished by the time dinner was over.

We cleaned up the dishes and I said I was going to get another bottle from the wine cellar.   Linda went to her room to change into something more comfortable.

I choose a bottle of 1986 Chateau Mouton and poured two glasses.   I then decided that a nice fire would be romantic, so quickly got one going.    As the fire began to crackle I stood sipping my wine when she suddenly appeared at the bottom of the stairs.   She was wearing some sort of floor length, transparent negligee.

Suddenly all of my senses were on alert.   I could hear the fire crackling behind me, and the sound of a loon coming from the lake.   I could feel my heart beating in my chest, and the rush of blood to my head with each heartbeat. I hardly blinked as I looked upon the reincarnation of Aphrodite.   I hadn’t really thought of her as beautiful before, but I could not remember ever seeing anyone more beautiful than she looked right now.

“It’s called Midnight Lace”, she said, “and I think you have too many clothes on”

She started toward me and I quickly removed my shirt.   As she got closer I could clearly see her nipples through the thin material.   It was open about 2 inches wide all the way up the front with 3 little bows tied between her waist and her breasts.   She spun around and I could see her thong and her bare ass almost as if she had nothing on.   My cock was stiffening just looking at her.   When she turned around again I looked her up and down and whistled.

“You take my breath away” I said. “I could just stare at you all day”.

“You better do more than stare”, she replied.   “You better do way more than stare.   I’ve never worn this for anyone else.”

“And why am I being so honored”, I asked.

“Because you are a knight in shining armor.   You are my knight in shining armor.   In the last two days you have turned my world around.   I went from being very sad and lonely to being as happy as I can ever remember being.   I think I finally understand how it feels to be infatuated.   I want to spend every second by your side, touching you and feeling your touch, starting with our lips.”

She lifted herself up on her tiptoes and kissed me on the lips.   It was soft and tender, without a hint of lust.   I pulled her closer and her nipples brushed against my chest.   I felt a tingle go up my spine as the kiss began to deepen.   I could feel her nipples hardening against my chest just before I pulled her body against me and wrapped my arms around her waist.   The kiss was building in intensity, the passion increasing with each passing second, and yet it was still not a sexual feeling.   My mind was too active for my loins to get engaged.   I wanted this woman, body and soul; and heart, and the body was not currently at the top of that list.

Yes, I admitted to myself, I too was infatuated, almost to the point of making foolish decisions.

Linda’s emotions were running ahead of mine as she was clearly more physically engaged in this embrace than I.   Her hands were roaming over my body now, on my ass and around to my stiffening cock.   With one hand she pressed on my ass and with the other on my cock.   That ended quickly as she brought both hands together to unfasten my shorts and drop them to the floor.

My control was quickly shifting from my brain to my loins as her hand massaged my hardness.   She now had one hand behind my head and was kissing my neck as she slipped her other hand inside my briefs and wound her fingers around my fully erect cock.   Her lips moved slowly around my neck, kissing and occasionally sucking just enough to create the desired sensation, but not enough to leave a mark.   I was enthralled with her sensitive touch as she kept sending shivers down my spine.   I felt the urge to shed her of that silky gown, but I didn’t want to stop what she was doing.   The feeling of her soft hair as it brushed across my skin just added to the sensuousness of her touch.

She was kissing my nipples now, slowly rolling her tongue across and around each one in succession.   Then she bent her knees to the floor and pulled my briefs down to my ankles.   I stepped out of them and kicked them aside as she began to focus on my throbbing cock.   She turned it to one side and began licking at the base, slowly sliding her tongue up the shaft to the head.   There was a bead of pre cum in a pool at the eye, and she rubbed her lips across it, then spread it down the side of my cock by rubbing her open lips down the shaft.   Next she began to lick it back off, her tongue rolling slowly around the shaft as she worked her way back to the top.

She was driving me crazy, I wanted to plunge deep into her mouth, but I knew she wanted to be in control, that this was her show, so I stood there with my hands on my hips, looking down at her beautiful mouth working its magic on my dick.    As if she could feel the intensity of my desire, she took the head into her mouth and played with it with her tongue.

  Her mouth was so warm and her lips so soft, I could feel my excitement quickly building.

She sucked on the tip for several seconds, her eyes closed and a look of concentration on her face.   Then, finally, she slid her lips slowly down the shaft until she had taken it all into her mouth.   The feeling was exquisite and I felt I could just stand here and let this go on for hours.   She slowly slid her mouth back to the top, swirling her tongue around the head, then sucking it all back in again.   This pattern was repeated over and over, slowly gaining momentum but never reaching a fast pace.   This seemed perfect to me.   My excitement was at a very high level, but I was not in fear of losing control.

This went on for about 10 seconds and I decided it was my turn to deliver some pleasure.   I slid my fingers through her hair on each side of her head, and she opened her eyes and looked up at me.   I smiled, and nodded my head to indicate I wanted to her stand up.   She closed her eyes again and sucked a few more strokes, then released me and raised herself up where our lips came together in a kiss that displayed the passion and lust that was boiling inside of us both.

I was standing there completely naked while she was still wearing her midnight lace negligee.   She looked so hot I almost couldn’t bring myself to take it off, but my desire to get my lips on her skin was stronger than my reluctance, and I quickly pulled   loose the bows that held her gown together.   It fell open several more inches, exposing the swell of her ample breasts up to the edge of her nipples.   Her nipples were hard and erect and as soft as the material was, it could not slide past those nipples without help.   I looked at her body with obvious admiration, tantalized by the view that didn’t quite show everything.   I was reluctant to move, knowing that the further I went the closer I would get to the end of this magnificent experience.   I looked into her eyes and saw the anticipation and realized that I was being selfish, that she deserved to receive what she had given, and much more.

I bent over and kissed between her breasts, then kissed the swell of her left breast, followed by the right.   My hand slid around her waist, reaching back for the soft skin of her ass, and in the process pulling back the gown and exposing her bare breasts completely.   I quickly took one nipple into my mouth and heard a gasp from Linda.   She had waited a long time to feel the sensations she had been giving me, and I was sure that the anticipation had made the sensation more intense.

I worked my tongue on her nipples, sucking and biting as I took turns on each breast.   Then I stood up and slipped the negligee off of her shoulders and pressed her almost naked body against me.   My hands roamed over her naked back side as our lips came together once again with a passion I had never felt and didn’t know was possible.

I leaned over to kiss her breast again, this time reaching down to pull her thong down below her knees.   They slid to her ankles and she kicked them to the side.   My mouth was watering from the anticipation of the treasure I was about to explore.   I got down on my knees and pulled her down with me.   There was a thick pile throw rug in front of the fire place, and we lay down on it, side by side. We continued to explore each other’s bodies with our hands and lips as I maneuvered myself to the top so that I could move freely.   I knew that she would be very wet by now, and I didn’t want to waste any of her sweet nectar on my fingers.   As my lips reached her naval and looked down at her pussy I could see dew drops glistening in the firelight.   I couldn’t contain myself any longer.

I moved around and positioned myself between her legs.   I kissed her thighs on both sides, licking up the moisture that was already present there.   As I kissed and licked I looked at her pussy and I could clearly see her clit standing up and protruding between the top of her lips.   I’d never seen a clit so large before, or maybe I’d never gotten a woman this hot before.   I was amazed and delighted and my cock became even harder, if that was possible.   I licked up between her lips, savoring the flow of juices that were released by my tongue.   She was moaning and thrusting her hips now, and I felt she was already on the verge of an orgasm.

It seemed like a good time for a good quick orgasm, and I slid my tongue up and stroked the front of her clit.   That sent her into a moaning, spasmodic orgasm and I kissed around her clit, preferring not to prolong the orgasm at this time.   I continued kissing and licking all around her mound as she continued to moan and thrust her hips at me.   She was very, very hot and I knew I could send her into a series of prolonged orgasms if I wanted to.   Part of me wanted to stretch this out, but another part of me felt that the time was right for her.

I slid two fingers inside of her dripping pussy and began to stroke her G spot.   Her hip movements became more frenzied and her moaning louder and I could tell she was about to cum again.   With my left hand I spread her lips and pulled them up, completely exposing her clit, then I wrapped my lips around it and began to suck and lick it with my tongue.    As my fingers continued to move in and out of her, stroking her G spot, her orgasms began, and I tried as hard as I could to keep my mouth on her clit as she bucked and thrusted her hips.

Ooooooohmmmmyyyyggaaawwd, oooooooooohhheeeeemmmmmmmmmmmmmmgaawwd, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cuuuummmmminnnnnng.   Ohhhhh gawwwwdd.

Her orgasm continued unabated until I was no longer able to maintain my position on her clit.   I kissed and licked around her pussy as her ecstasy ebbed and her hips began to relax.   I licked her clean, then slid my body up to her breasts, giving them a little attention before moving up and looking into her eyes.   She was smiling and her face was flushed.   She put her hands on my cheeks and held my face before her briefly, then kissed me softly.

I inched my way forward as we kissed until my cock was within reach of her wet opening.   She reached down and grabbed my ass and pulled me up further as she looked into my eyes.   She reached down and grabbed my cock and inserted me into her, never taking her eyes from mine.   Her look told me that she wanted me to know that she was not shy, was not embarrassed, that she would do whatever I wanted her to do.

She wrapped her legs around my thighs and put her hands on my ass and pulled me to her with each stroke.   We fucked and we fucked, and we kept on fucking, and she kept on looking into my eyes, even though she was moaning and the look on her face had changed to something close to rapture.   Finally her eyes closed as she reached that pinnacle of ecstasy and an orgasm washed over her.   We didn’t slow down, the fucking continued and she opened her eyes again, but now there were tears running down from the corners.   I kissed the tears away from each cheek and I held her close as my own breathing signaled that I was getting close.   She was ready for another orgasm and her cries next to my ear pushed me over the edge.

As I started shooting my cum inside her she began her orgasm and the sound of our loud moans mixed together and echoed off the walls.   My feeling of bliss was paramount and I believed that I had experienced the greatest feeling that I ever would, or ever could.

We relaxed in each other’s arms briefly, and then I picked her up and carried her upstairs to bed.   We made love several more times before finally drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms.

Deep in the night a dark clad figure appeared next to the truck before bending down and sliding underneath.   A flashlight came on and a wrench appeared.   Soon the line coming from the master cylinder was off and the brake fluid began pouring into a jar.

“No use letting it flow out on the ground where someone might see it”, Jack chuckled to himself.

He reconnected the line, placed the lid on the jar, slid out from under the car and was gone into the night.

The next morning I was standing on the deck with a cup of coffee looking out over the lake when Linda came up beside me and linked her arm in mine.   We stood there is silence for a moment, sipping our coffee and dwelling on our own thoughts.

“Linda”, I said, “These last couple of days you’ve shown me that it really is possible to find the happiness that I’ve been seeking.   I’d like to spend more time with you, but I need to get back to my place and wrap up a few things.     I’ll spend the night, pack up some clothes, and come back here tomorrow, if you want me to.   Of course I can’t stay here permanently, but I’ll find a place to rent somewhere near, and then we’ll see where this relationship can go.    Maybe I’m assuming too much about your feelings for me, and if so please tell me now.”

Linda was silent for a brief moment, then said “I want you to stay here permanently.

“I’ll be back, I promise.   I’m going to write down my cell phone number and you can call me any time you like, day or night.

I wanted to get this done and get back here, so I decided to get on the road right away.   I packed up the few things I had in the house and put them in the truck, then came back and gave Linda a kiss and a good long hug.   She had tears in her eyes as I turned away, but didn’t say anything.   She was still standing there as I rounded the bend in the road.

I had hardly driven a mile when my phone rang.   It was Linda, and she said she just wanted to test the phone number to be certain she had it right.   We chatted for a minute and as we talked the road began to slope downhill.   I was distracted with my conversation and didn’t realize that I was picking up speed until I noticed a turn coming up and I began to tap my breaks.   The pedal went all the way to the floor.   I realized I had no breaks.   I said as much to Linda, and then realized I should not have.   She immediately went into panic mode but as much as I wanted to calm her fears, I needed two hands on the wheel and had to toss the phone on the seat.

By this time I was going too fast to shift to a lower gear.   My tires were squealing as I rounded the next bend.   I looked ahead and the road turned to the right with an almost vertical embankment on the left side.   There could be a car coming from the other direction, but I had to take a chance and steered into the left bank, scraping the side of my truck against it to try to slow my speed.   That helped but only a little.   The next turn was to the left and there was a drop off on the right.   I had to stay on the road and again my tires were squealing as I barely made the turn.   Ahead was another right turn with another cut out of the side of the hill.

Again I turned into the bank and tried to use it to slow me down.   Again it slowed me a little, but not enough and I found myself back on the road and picking up speed on a straight stretch that ran for   a short distance before turning to the right again.   This time there was no embankment but what looked like a creek bed.   As I got closer it appeared that the creek bed sloped upward at a low angle and I wondered if I should take a chance and turn into it.

There must have been a pipe going under the road because there was a drop off of about 10 feet from the road to the creek bed.   I decided this might be my only chance, so when I got to the curve I turned toward the creek.   The truck became airborne and hit the ground about 20 feet up the creek bed, almost even with the level of the road, then bounced roughly forward for about another 30 feet before colliding with a tree.   The airbag exploded and then there was silence.

Linda was screaming into the phone but not getting any response.   She could hear tires screeching but that was all.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God, what am I going to do?”   She said.   “I can’t just stand here”, and as soon as that thought hit her she grabbed her purse and ran for the door.   A minute later she was spinning her tires as the Porsche shot down the road.

I sat there stunned as the airbag slowly deflated.   I felt pain in my knees but that was all.   I moved my feet and found that I was not hurt too badly, but could not be sure of the extent of the injuries.    I looked around and found my iphone and stuck it in my pocket.   I opened the driver’s door and slowly inched myself to a standing position.   I felt pain in my knees and lower legs and could see blood on my pants, but I felt my legs could hold me.   I slowly worked my way down the creek bed and crawled up the embankment on my hands and knees.   When I got to the road I was trying to decide whether to call AAA or the police when I heard the sound of a car coming.   The Porsche came to a screeching halt and Linda got out, came running up to me and jumped into my arms.

“I’m so relieved” she said, “I was afraid you had gone off the mountain.”

“I think I’m ok, but I’m not sure what kind of shape my legs are in exactly.   Why don’t you drive me back to your place and I’ll assess the damage before we decide what to do next”.

Back at the house I found that my lower legs were cut and bruised by the impact against the tree, but were otherwise ok.

“I’m going to have the truck towed up here”, I said, “I have a suspicion that my brakes didn’t fail all of a sudden for no reason”.   I called AAA, and after that I called the police.   An hour later the police were there and the tow truck was pulling away.   I explained that I had a suspicion that my brakes had been tampered with.   They took my story and called their experts to do the investigation.

At this point I decided to discuss with Linda some thoughts that had been going through my head.  Her neighbor down the road, Earl was his name, was getting pretty old and would probably not be able to continue living there alone for much longer.   I suggested that Linda offer to buy his property, including the vineyards, which would give him a sizeable retirement fund.

  She asked where the money would come from and I said that part still needed to be worked out, but I had an idea she would be able to pull it off.

We continued to discuss my ideas until we heard a knock at the door.   An officer was there and said that he had taken some finger prints from under the car, on and around the master cylinder.    I suggested they go up to Jack’s room and get some finger prints from there to see if they match.   Linda’s mouth dropped as she looked at me in shock.   I told her it was only a hunch.

An hour later the cops were gone and the finger prints on the way to the lab.   I was told not to move the truck until I heard from the detective.

Linda and I had a quick lunch, and then walked down the road to visit Earl.   Once again he pulled out his home made wine and poured glasses all around.

We discussed his property, how long he planned on living there, how much he wanted for it, and ended by telling him that Linda was interested but we had to work out some details before we could come back to the negotiating table.   One thing we did gain was a place for me to stay.   Earl had a guest cottage behind his house that had been empty for quite a while.   It was a two bedroom, one bath and needed a lot of work, but the kitchen was in good shape and it had a deck on the back with a few of the lake.   We agreed that I would stay with Linda until we got the place in living order.   Linda preferred that I stay with her, but was happy that I would be nearby.

The next morning we got a call from the detective telling us that the prints were a match and he was about to issue an arrest warrant.   Linda gave him some ideas on where he might find her brother, and I asked him to let me know when they had him in custody.

When I got off the phone Linda was crying.   She knew her brother was bad, but she didn’t think anything like this could ever happen.   I decided she needed to get away from here for a while, so we packed a lunch and drove down to hwy 49, headed in the direction of Yosemite.   We spent the day touring the valley and drove up to Glacier Point.   Yosemite is one of the most beautiful places in the world, and it definitely worked as a salve for Linda’s emotions.

As we were driving back late that afternoon I got a call from the detective.   The police in Santa Monica had Jack in custody and would be transferring him up here tomorrow.   So far so good.

The following morning Linda and I went into town to see a lawyer and have some contracts made up.   We returned to the house to await word that Jack was sequestered in the local jail.   That afternoon we got the call and drove to the police station.   We asked to speak to Jack alone and were ushered into a visiting room.

“So, Jack, how much prison time do you think you will get for attempted murder?” I asked.

Jack said nothing and just stared at his cuffed hands.

“I’ll tell you what Jack.   I won’t press charges under one condition.   You sign a contract giving Linda all of the vineyard property, all of the stocks, and all of the cash.   You get the house in Miami.   The mansion in Beverly Hills will be put up for sale and you will get half of the proceeds, Linda the other half.   You will leave California and make Florida your permanent home.   That’s a damn good offer considering your only other option is prison.   Do you need time to think about it?”

Jack looked from me to Linda.   Linda nodded, a grim look on her face.

“You have a deal, how soon can I get out of here”?   he asked.

First we need these contracts signed and notarized.   Then we’ll just have to see how fast things work around here.”

Jack signed the contracts without reading them.   By the end of the day the contracts were confirmed and I had made contact with a real estate agent in Beverly Hills.   The Next morning Jack was released from jail.

After breakfast, Linda and I made another visit to Earl.   He also owned 50 acres.   It turned out that the two properties had once been one property and he and his sister had inherited it from their parents who planted the vineyards.   They had split the property and his sister sold her half because she didn’t want to live up on this hill.   She had sold to Linda’s parents.   Earls sister had died a few years ago and neither of them had any kids.

We offered him 50,000 per acre, or 2.5 million.   He agreed, and the final negotiations included him moving into the guest cottage and living there free for as long as he was able to be alone.   After that he had to hire someone to live with him 24 hrs a day or move into a retirement home.   I was to move into and rent the main house from Linda.   We figured about 90 days to sell the property in Beverly Hills and clear escrow.   Until then I would live in the cottage.

Back at Linda’s house we celebrated by opening a bottle of Scarecrow.   “I’ve always wondered what all of the hype was about this wine” I said.

“Linda, you will soon own 40 acres of old vine vineyards which will net you about $8,000 an acre after expenses.   That’s $320,000 a year, not bad for a day’s work.”

Linda’s eyes opened wide.  “I had no idea those grapes were worth that much” she said. “I’ll never have to work again”.

“Don’t be so sure” I said, “you are the boss, you will need a vineyard manager, but he will report to you.   You have a lot to learn if you are going to run this property yourself.   But I’ll be around to help out when I can.”

“Oh Brad” purred Linda in a soft, seductive voice, “In a matter of days I have gone from the depths of despair to the pinnacle of happiness.   You’ve worked a miracle in my life.   I can’t begin to describe how I feel about you.”

“Linda, there isn’t another place on this planet that I would rather be than here with you.”

Brad made a fire and they sat before the blaze sharing wine and kisses, then made  love into the wee hours of the morning.