Eleven-and-a-half: A Fantasy Of Great Length by Ray Wilder Chapter 25: Arnold This is a work of fiction. All the characters, events and locations portrayed in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons, events or locations is purely coincidental. Copyright © 1996. All rights, implicit or implied, except for distribution by this archive and personal use by the individual downloading the file, are reserved. Inquiries regarding publishing rights for this book should be directed to: raywild@aol.com ======================================== It was a very good thing that he left when he did. What with Peter's intense attraction to him and Patty's magnificent body, Arnold found himself getting turned on. And when one has a eleven-and-a-half inch cock, even a bit turned on could become uncomfortably noticeable. He hoped his hasty good-bye was seen as a necessity of errand rather than any rudeness. But with his cock beginning to stir in his pants, he knew that a full-fledged hard-on was only minutes away. Peter was so intense. His focus seemed to bore into Arnold's soul, seeking out his inner-self. There was an attention to detail he recognized as being part of himself, as well. He knew where his own came from: Sam. But he wondered what source fed Peter's. It was also quite obvious the boy had quite specific designs on Arnold's body as well. And with his incredible drive towards goals that Arnold had witnessed in the gym, there was little doubt that Arnold would either have to yield to those desires or steer clear of the young man entirely. Arnold wanted him for his workout partner, so their fates were sealed. He hoped he wasn't going to make anyone else at the gym mad at him for monopolizing Peter's talents and time. They'd have to come to some sort of arrangement. His thoughts meandered around the young man. There was so much about him that felt familiar. He knew with absolute certainty that their internal lives ran with incredible correspondence. Something about the boy had touched him. Something from his past. Again, thoughts of Sam flooded his brain. What was it about the two of them that brought them together in his mind? Then there was Patty. No two ways about it. Arnold had the greatest desire to make love to that crazy, beautiful, muscular woman. All during the tour of the gym Arnold kept thinking how easy and nice it would be to just reach over and place his hands on those magnificent breasts and press his palms into her nipples, feeling them grow to rock-hard bumps beneath his touch. He knew from his many experiences with other body building women how incredibly firm and strong those breasts would be. But he had never had sex with anyone whose body was so developed, yet whose breasts had maintained such noble dimensions. He also knew the sensation of having such an incredibly active body as Patty's beneath him, on top of him, around him, driving him to delicious levels of passion. It had been a long time since he had a wild, physically demanding, unbridled, uninhibited fuck session with someone who could keep up with his own athletic sex drive. Patty's physical attributes and mental attitude promised just such an event. When he got back to the truck he was torn between two needs. He needed to get the truck back so he could get home and get his apartment in order, for there was no doubt that once Patty got back from her sister's he would have little inclination to spend time moving furniture. He also needed to grab hold of his huge cock and squeeze it. It was screaming for attention, but Arnold knew if he started with it there would be no relief until he actually came. He was not one to worry about an erection pushing the front of his pants out to its limit for his own sake, but such a condition made many people uncomfortable, probably because it raised in them desires which years of training and sublimation had taught them were bad, dirty, inhuman. He didn't want to go back to his place. That would seem like negative progress. If there were just someplace he could go where he could have a couple of moment's privacy he'd be okay. His cock was beginning to push forward at the fly of his pants and the increased pressure was stimulating it even more, causing it to grow harder which made it push harder which... There was the gas station where he had asked directions earlier. Perhaps it had a bathroom. He still didn't dare touch his huge cock, but thought reassuring thoughts that all would be well soon. This was the wrong thing to do. The gigantic shaft surged with joy at the possibility of having its release; the pressure/pain of its captivity increased almost to the point of being unbearable. Arnold started the truck and got headed back down to the main drag and the, hopefully, restroom-equipped gas station. Each time Arnold raised his leg to push in the clutch it would tighten the pants at his crotch and his cock would scream out for release. He got to the cross street to turn to the gas station and the light was red. A steady stream of traffic passed before him, preventing him from taking the right on red. Just when he got a break in the traffic two young, tanned, unbelievably well-proportioned females came zipping across the intersection on roller blades. One of them saw Arnold at the wheel of the truck and took an immediate liking to his huge bicep which was hanging out of the window. She skated right up to the side of the truck and grabbed hold of his arm. The touch of her hand set jolts of sensation through Arnold's body and his cock made a very valiant effort towards extricating itself from its confines. "Hi there. I like your arm. You got another one like it?" Arnold smiled and tried to decide whether this could be the answer to his prayers or just a further distraction from getting the tasks of the day completed. She was almost too beautiful, too forward. He tried to move his body so that she wouldn't catch sight of his hard-on but her wandering eyes zeroed in on his dilemma. "Holy shit. Looks like you got a real problem there. Can I help?" "We hardly know each other." "Ooo. Don't say hard. Not in your condition." She licked her lips and her fingers dug into Arnold's arm. Her skating partner had already crossed the street and was casually waiting for her friend. From her attitude it was apparent this was a common enough occurrence. Arnold wondered if this was just a tease act that the two enjoyed playing or if she was really on the prowl. "Your friend's waiting for you." "No, actually my friend's waiting for you. We already know what we want to do. What about you?" "I'm afraid I don't have enough time to make it worth your while." "Honey, just the chance to see that thing in the flesh is worth it to us. We work as a team. Hey. Come on. No strings. We don't want to marry you. You need help, we need muscle." Arnold was stunned by her forwardness. He started to mull the options over in his head, but the light had turned green and there was a car coming up behind him and his huge erection was getting more painful by the moment. "Get in." The woman gave her friend the high sign and they both zipped around to the passenger door and climbed in. Arnold had the truck in motion before the door was closed. He took the right, then suddenly pulled the truck over to the side. He had no idea where he was going. The two women looked confused. But they also looked like they were ready for anything. "You two do this a lot?" The first woman answered. "Only when things are real interesting. You're interesting." "No, I'm Arnie." "And I'm Sue and this is Judy. Judy this is Arnie and this is Arnie's hard-on." "Hi, Arnie," said Judy. "Glad to meet you. You look like you've been driving over too many speed bumps or something." Sue's attentions to his cock had ensured that he would not be able to get rid of his hard-on without some help. After having gotten over the heat of the moment, Arnold was feeling even less comfortable with his decision than with the problem which prompted it. "Look, ladies. I'm sorry, but I've got a real bad feeling about this. You're both excruciatingly beautiful, and it's obvious I have a problem here, but this is something I don't think I can get involved with right now." Judy spoke reassuringly. "Arnie, we're not into anything heavy, either. We're a couple of horny, over-sexed humans just like you. You've got this incredible body and this incredible cock and we've got this incredible urge to suck you off and make you feel better. Just look on us as angels of mercy. It's our good deed for the day." Arnold sighed and resigned himself, albeit willingly, to his fate. "Where to?" Sue pointed forward. Arnold put the truck in gear and pulled back out into traffic. "You just passing through town?" "No, I just moved into an apartment here." "Back on Rupert Street?" "Huh?" "The street you were turning from at the light." "No, I was checking out a gym down there." "The Pump House." "Yeah. You know about it?" "Sure do. We go there a lot. They're all crazy there. Especially the lady that runs the place." "Patty." "Yeah. Turn right here. Yeah. Patty. She let's us hang out and watch the guys workout. We like to watch, huh, Judy." "Yeah. We're what they call muscle queens. We really like muscle." A hand attacked his right bicep. "You both look like you take pretty good care of yourselves. You work out?" "We teach 'bounce n' flounce' at a yuppie gym down on the beach." "Bounce n' what?" "Bounce n' flounce. You know. Aerobics." "And we roller blade." Arnold was concentrating on driving and lost track of which one of the women were speaking. They both had the same rhythms and inflections as though they had spent a lot of time together. "Have you two known each other long?" Judy or Sue laughed and the other answered. "Oh, about twenty two years." "Good friends, huh?" "Sisters." Arnold glanced over at them momentarily. "No shit?" "No shit. Judy's younger than me by a year and a half." The road they had been driving down ended at the gate to a big parking lot behind some light industry. They drove through and Arnold stopped the truck in the middle of the open expanse of asphalt. He turned off the engine and leaned back against his door, taking in the sight before him. There was no question about it. These two were like a sexual fantasy born in the flesh. He became aware, again, of the incredible aching in his crotch and tried to shift around to find a more comfortable position. Sue sensed what he was trying to do. "There's only one thing that's going to fix that problem. Here, let me." She undid his shirt buttons and spread it open so that she could see his magnificent pecs and abs. Judy leaned over Sue's back and watched. As his body was revealed they both hmmm'd. Judy reached over her sister and pressed her hand to Arnold's left pec. Sue took the right one. They began squeezing and fondling, kneading and stimulating until his nipples were torturously erect and his cock was painful to the point of agony. "Oh, God. Oh, pull down my zipper. Quick. Oh, God it hurts." Sue loosened his belt, unbuttoned the top button and unzipped his fly. The front of his pants immediately parted and revealed his briefs containing the painfully large erection. He raised his hips and pushed his pants down to his knees. The cup of the briefs was distended to the point were the leg holes made no contact with his skin. His cock was trying very hard to be erect and the scrotum with its two wonderful balls had fallen through the gap. Both women moved their hands to his aching bulge and began to rub and tease it. His hips thrust forward and the head of his cock began its impression of a leaky faucet. Sue grabbed the waistband of the briefs and pulled down quickly. His cock snapped free and flew against the muscles of his rigid abdomen, landing with a solid slap. Arnold almost shouted with relief. "You ladies mind if I move into the center of the seat?" He heard no response so he looked at them. They were both just staring at his massive erection, their jaws hanging open. "Hello? Ladies?" "Holy shit. Sue? You ever seen anything that big?" "No way, Judy. Christ. It must be over a foot long." Sue raised her eyes to Arnold in question. "Eleven-and-a-half. Let me move over, will you?" He slid across the seat to the center and Sue climbed over the top of him to the driver's position. She knelt on the seat facing Arnold and took his cock in her hands. Judy got up on her knees on Arnold's right and did the same. Four hands massaging his aching organ at the same time. He was in heaven. One of the women began to lick the head and it made him wild. The other began chewing on his shaft, taking little nips all along its length. His hips bucked with each contact. They continued this for several minutes and then, on some unspoken signal, stopped, sat up and both unzipped and unbuttoned their cut-offs. They raised themselves up as high as the ceiling of the truck would allow and slid their shorts down, worming around and readjusting until they had completely removed them. The truck instantly filled with the aroma of their female scent which drove Arnold beyond distraction. "I don't think we can really fuck you here," Sue said, "but we just have to feel what this thing is like inside us, okay?" Arnold nodded weakly. Sue swung her left leg over Arnold and lifted herself up. Judy held his cock upright and positioned it directly under Sue's cunt. Sue then began to lower herself onto the hot, throbbing head of his massive organ and pressed herself down, moaning and gasping as the thick shaft spread her cunt open further and further. She was hot and wet inside, tight and muscular. Her vagina immediately began flexing and grasping at the huge cock, drawing him deeper and deeper into her. Judy was dragging her fingernails up and down the part of his shaft that was still outside her sister's hungry cunt. She held his huge balls in her hand and massaged them, rolling them around between her fingers. Sue's hand dove down between her legs and fingered her clitoris which Arnold could plainly see before him. He tried to get physically involved in the process but found any movement he made an interference in the two women's actions. Sue slid up and down his cock a few inches at a time, moans of pleasure drooling from her throat. The wet, slippery sound of his cock moving in and out of her cunt made Arnold hotter and hotter. Her breasts were bobbing up and down in front of his face and he wished that she had removed her top so that he could suck on them. He raised his hands and grasped them, eliciting a moan of delight. Sue's finely muscled legs raised her up and down Arnold's thick shaft faster and faster. She wasn't able to put enough pressure on his cock to do him much good, but it apparently was enough to send her over the edge. Within minutes the thick shaft inside her and her furious fingers had lifted her up, flung her around, and sent her spiraling down through a thunderous orgasm. The truck shook and rocked with their movements and Arnold lost track of what part of his cock was where in relation to the two women. Sue finally stopped climaxing, her orgasmic convulsions subsiding. She grabbed Arnold's face and mashed her lips to his in a hot, vigorous, impassioned kiss, her tongue diving deeply into his mouth. Then, without a word she pulled off his still aching, rigid cock, returned to her place on the seat behind the steering wheel and Judy assumed the position. It was almost comical how the younger sister mimicked, with absolute accuracy, the older sister's routine. She even seemed to take the same amount of time to climax, her shouts sounding like a tape recording of the previous woman's efforts. If it hadn't been for the wonderful feeling of her cunt wrapped tightly around his cock he would have almost termed it boring. But the fact was that he found himself moving inexorably towards an orgasm. There were no complaints about that. It occurred to him that the younger sister didn't seem to have much of an identity. It was as though she were simply a mirror to her sister's personality, not having any real substance herself. When Judy had climaxed on Arnold's cock she extricated herself and knelt back down on Arnold's right. "Now it's your turn. You ever had two women suck you off together?" "Once or twice." "You were supposed to lie and say this was the first." "I don't do lie very well. This is the first time I've ever had two women suck me off in the front of a truck." "That's close enough." "There was the time in the back of the truck, though..." "Asshole." Sue's mouth dove down over the head of his cock and took him in until he felt the back of her throat. Arnold gasped and grabbed the woman's head. She was very good. Judy began to lick and kiss the lower half of his shaft and his balls. She coordinated her motions with her sister beautifully as the two of them worked up and down the length of his aching cock. Again Arnold lost track of who was touching where and just gave himself up to the incredible sensations of this dual blow-job. He had to do something and so ran his hands over their backs and their upturned asses. He hunted around with his fingers until he found the openings to their moist, steamy cunts. He drove his fingers inside them. It was as though a circuit had been competed. A current of energy seemed to flow down his cock, up his spine, out his arms, through his fingers, into their cunts, across their bodies and out their mouths to his cock again. He moved his fingers faster and faster. Their tongues and lips worked his cock and balls harder and harder. Their breathing became heavier, their actions more furious, their moans and screams more demanding, more boisterous, more intense. The two women's asses began to writhe and shake as Arnold's fingers drove in and out of their cunts. There was a quick changing of the guard and Judy took over on the top while Sue slid around below and covered for her on his shaft and balls. Not a second was lost. They all began moaning louder and louder. Arnold felt his own orgasm approaching. "That's it. Suck my cock. Ooo, suck it harder. Harder. Oh, suck my big cock. Oh, you're so good. So good. Lick my balls. Suck them. Suck my balls. Oh yeah. Yeah. That's good. Very good. Squeeze my cock. It needs to be squeezed. Harder. Harder. Aaarrrghhh. Yeah. Oh, Yeah. Oh, suck it harder. Harder. I'm gonna cum. Oh, make me cum. Oh, my dick hurts. Ooo, it hurts. Suck me. Make me cum. Oh, I gotta cum." The women were driven on by his agony. Their mouths moved swiftly and hungrily over his entire blood-engorged member, stimulating him and driving him up to the edge. At the same time, Arnold's attentions to their cunts were proving successful. He had shifted his fingers down to their clitorises and was quickly raising their own levels of pleasure to the point of explosion. Together, the three made a rapid climb up to an ecstatic height, held it there for what seemed like forever, and then exploded simultaneously in a violent trio of orgasms that rocked the truck on its shocks. Load after load of cum jetted up his shaft and spurted out his slit into Judy's waiting mouth. She drank and swallowed each load as though her life depended on it. Sue's mouth was busy sucking on his balls and when the orgasmic storm hit she drew them both into her mouth and tongue lashed them, urging them to give up every last drop of cum to her sister's hungry mouth. Arnold's hips thrust up with each load of semen as his orgasm violently contracted his muscles, forcing loud grunts of passion from his lips. Again and again his balls sent a load soaring up his shaft, urged on by Sue's mouth and tongue and Judy's sucking, wanting mouth. Both of them were driven by Arnold's furious manipulations of their clitorises and the energy flew around and around through their bodies until they all collapsed in exhaustion. Arnold's cock finally began to soften and Judy let it slip out of her mouth. Sue refused to let go of his balls and the thick rope of flesh fell down on her head, laying over her right cheek. She finally let the huge balls slip from her mouth and slowly ran her tongue up his now flaccid shaft as she turned her head upwards. Judy stuck out her own tongue and began to run it back and forth under the belly of Arnold's huge pecs. When she would reach the far ends of her travels she would run her tongue around his erect nipple and give it a quick but violent nip, sending shocks of sensation through his body. Then she would travel down under his pecs to the other nipple and do the same. It was as though they were in some sort of dream or fog from which they could not, or would not, escape. Arnold continued to absentmindedly toy with their clitorises and occasionally would elicit a shudder or moan from one of them. Finally the two women sat up and kissed Arnold lightly on each cheek. Sue shook her head in wonder. "What the hell was that?" "What do you mean?" "I've never had such an intense orgasm just from giving a blow-job," said Judy. Sue agreed. "You're something else, Arnie. It's like you're plugged in somewhere. I got kind of scared for a moment there." "I just figure that if it's worth doing, its worth doing right. And you two were definitely worth doing right." "You mean sex is always that intense with you?" "No. Sex is always that good with me. I don't think that was especially intense. Hell, none of us passed out, did we?" "Judy, I think we'd better get going. Arnie, thanks a lot, but I gotta tell you, you're scary. I think your problem is you don't get laid enough. You need to cum more." "That was my third orgasm today. Or was it my fourth?" "Holy shit." "Damn, Arnie. Come on, sis. We'll see you at The Pump House. Maybe next time we'll be prepared for you." Sue pulled on her cut-offs and zipped up the fly. Judy was more reluctant to leave and took her time getting dressed. Sue opened the driver's door and slid out to the ground, her roller blades carrying her several feet from the truck before she swung back around to close the door behind her. Judy pulled her zipper up with regret and pushed the door behind her open. She was about to leave as well, but at the last minute lunged for Arnold and plastered her lips against his in a hungry, devouring kiss. Her hands ran through his hair, across his cheeks, down over his massive pecs and abdomen and finally to his cock where they lingered for several seconds, massaging and stroking the pliant flesh of his now exhausted shaft. She pulled her face away. "Thank you, Arnie. It was the best. Thanks." She gave his cock one more pat and slid from the truck. Sue was obviously impatient to be gone, apparently frightened by the way her little blow-job in the parking lot had turned into an emotionally exhausting experience. She had lost control: of her sister, of the situation, and worst of all, of herself. She was scared. She skated around to the far side of the truck, grabbed her sister's hand and practically dragged her out of the parking lot. When they reached the point where the lot emptied into the street, Judy broke free and turned back to the truck. She stopped, as if trying to decide if she should leave. Sue shouted at her to come on. Judy waved to Arnold and then turned to follow her sister down the street. Arnold could do nothing more than stare after them until they disappeared among the cars and trees and other things of the world. Things sexual always fell his way. He knew they had no choice but to be attracted to him. Or was it he who was attracted to them? In any event, he never found himself lacking for an encounter with other humans. But every once in a while something like the roller blade sisters thundered through his life, leaving him momentarily stunned. He realized he was sitting in the middle of a parking lot in the middle of a city, in the middle of a seat of a rented truck with his pants down around his ankles and his briefs down around his knees and his cock still trying to recover from its latest encounter and his balls buzzing and humming with the memory of the incredible handling they had received from...(Sue? Judy?) He tried to remember if he had heard about there being some sort of conjunction of the planets or a chemical leak from a factory or something that would explain the strange shift between realities that he seemed to have gone through beginning this morning. Patty, Peter, Sue, Judy, Brenda, Norma, the wonderful, still nameless woman in his old kitchen whose telephone number had bled all over his skin under the waistband of his cut-offs, his mysterious camera wielding neighbor, the bed too low, the ceiling too high, the mirror that wouldn't fit. On and on the strange and wonderful things of the day piled up until there was no way to make them all add up to any kind of a coherent picture. Usually, at the end of the day, he would be able to sit down and evaluate the events and have them mean something. But he was damned if he could figure out what this day was aiming towards. The French had a wonderful way of making all things fit at the end of the day: C'est la vie. He thought even such a general resignation to the fates as that would not be able to reconcile the extraordinary events of the past eight hours. He pulled his briefs up and loaded his blessedly flaccid cock into the cup, hoisted up his pants, did up the fly and belt and then slid over to the drivers seat. He dug through the pouch in the door and got the directions to the truck rental place. They seemed to be very straight forward. He should count on only getting lost two or three times. He made a vow not to get involved with anyone else for the rest of the day. He had to get his life in order. There were many things to be done and if he had to play a bit aloof and distant to keep running smoothly then the rest of the world would just have to get over it for a day. He started up the truck and headed out of the parking lot. Down the street, left, left again, onto the freeway, miss the exit, left across the next bridge and of course there isn't an entrance ramp to get back on going the other way. Left, left, right, five, no six lights down, make another right and it's there on the corner, you can't miss it. No right turn at the fifth light. The sixth light only goes left. Right, right, isn't that the entrance to the freeway he just got off of? Turn around, go two lights, left, three blocks down on your left. There's a truck rental place, but it's the wrong flavor. The first pay phone has the handset torn off. The second lets his quarter fall through without taking it. The third works and the phone rings seventeen times before someone who has no idea where they are or where Arnold is or how to express this accurately in the only language that Arnold knows how to speak answers the phone. Arnold got back in the truck and studied the directions again. He looked at the name of the street he was on. He looked at the name of the cross street he was near. He looked at the directions. He started the truck, drove around the corner, down two driveways and made a right into the truck rental place. C'est la vie. Returning the truck was straightforward. No information needed to be exchanged, no small talk, no contact. Arnold turned the truck keys, car hitch, wiring harness, contract and mileage over to the attendant who ran the charge card through the machine, noted the gas was full, the truck was clean, the flares and signals were behind the seat and Arnold was a free man. He grabbed a map off the counter on his way out and tried to determine the best return route. Right to the freeway, left down the ramp, two exits, left, left, home. He stopped at the super market on the main road that ran down to the beach and picked up some food for the evening. He wasn't going any where. He just wanted to stay home and get settled. The check out girl was a sassy lady who made it clear she really wanted to "check out the groceries he had in his pants." She actually said that. Arnold declined the kind offer and she asked him if he was a queer. Arnold corrected her. "Herpes." She nodded knowingly and thanked him for warning her. He arrived back at his apartment only two-and-a-half hours after having left to run a couple of easy errands. Life certainly was a lot easier out in the desert. But at least he was here and he could get to work. He dumped his groceries in the refrigerator, stripped to the skin, threw on a jockstrap and gym shorts and got to work. First things first. He went into the second bedroom and took the various parts of his workout equipment out of the boxes. With an ease of action that told of his intimate knowledge of the machines he assembled them and moved them into position. Each piece of these machines, each mechanism, held a certain meaning for his body. This made that muscle bigger. That made him stronger there. And together they all made his body ache with the delicious agony of the pump. His cock stirred as it always did when he contemplated his approach to a workout session, for by the time he was finished with all the exercises, he would cum. The pure animal ecstasy of the effort caused his balls to churn, his cock to harden, his cum to spurt. If he loved anything in the world, it was this. Nothing else could take its place. He would give up nothing for it and nothing would be able to change that. Because each time he pumped, each time he lifted, each time he pressed and strained and bent and pushed and hurt and pained and agonied and came there was only one thought in his mind: Sam. Every workout session, here on his own equipment or in a gym, was his way of staying in touch with the one woman whom he loved. Cumming with the equipment was cumming with her. He didn't dwell on this. It didn't consume his life. He didn't speak to inanimate hunks of iron and expect them to answer him. He just needed to stay connected to her and the only way he knew how was through his exercises. He knew she would be very proud of the progress he had made. Not only with his body but with his heart and mind. He knew he saw things clearer than some people; he knew he could sense a rightness in people and a way to rightness when it was obscured. This was due to two people only. Mr. Ridell and Sam. And Sam was all he had left. Wherever she was. The equipment went together in a snap and he moved on to the living room. Carpet, chairs, sofa, coffee table, bookshelves, books, two posters for the walls, a few pictures in frames, a floor lamp. He then decided to find a home for one of his prized possessions. It was a large piece of volcanic rock which had been transformed into a miniature Japanese garden in all its nooks and crannies. He decided it would look good out on the balcony. He lifted the huge rock in his arms, carried it out to the balcony and set it where it would catch the afternoon sun. He paused for a moment to take in the view once again. Although the surf was not so large here, it did generate enough noise to be heard. The soothing rhythm of the water spilling on the shore filled his soul with peace, as it had for countless billions for hundreds of centuries; the heartbeat of the planet. He paused for a second and just leaned against the rail, allowing his mind to get in sync with this larger, more potent force. He had brushed against the power within many times. He realized he needed to contact the power around him as well. He thought if there were only some way to draw upon the two together... Down on the beach, about fifty yards from the building, a radiant, magnificently beautiful woman was looking directly at him. Her fire red hair and translucent skin made her stand out from the beach as though she were lit from within. There was no doubt that her focus was precisely on him. She stood, stretched her attractive body and her exquisite left breasts dropped out of the top of her suit. Instead of reaching for it promptly to cover it back up she allowed it to remain exposed for a few more seconds. She then cupped it from beneath and, just before returning it to its hiding place, she held it out to him, as though she was offering it to him. His cock jerked in his jockstrap. It suddenly all seemed very familiar to him and he realized this could be none other than his unknown next door neighbor giving him a taste of his own medicine. Many women had interested him. Many had captivated him. Many had stirred him. Some had filled him with want. A few had filled him with need. One had filled him with life. But the vision that stood before him now seemed to draw from him a response so complicated, so intense, so utterly primal that, had he not been grasping the railing in front of him, he would have stepped off into mid-air, not intending to fall the six stories to the ground, but only to reach her more quickly. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind for a moment, trying to see if he could get a little dose of reality. Falling instantly and fatally in love was one thing. Falling six floors was another. His libido was obviously running hyper on him. He focused on the woman again and this time he saw a beautiful red head with a great body. He breathed a sigh of relief. Something had happened just then that had nothing, much, to do with the physical appearance of his neighbor. He had been listening to the waves, contemplating the connection of it all. Suddenly beauty became beauty, itself. He'd better keep an eye on that. He could end up fucking the world's most beautiful fire hydrant. But she was stunning. And she had gone to the trouble of introducing herself in the one sure way that would catch his attention, his imagination, his lust. It had worked. He knew he had to meet her. Now. Besides, she had some interesting photos of him he wanted to see. He watched her as she prepared to leave the beach. Now she was really playing games. She began to pack up her beach gear and each time she bent over to stow something in her bag she pointed her gorgeous ass right at him. Every time she bent over he felt his cock jump again. He could almost hear her as though she were speaking in his ear: "Check this out, neighbor. Here I come." This was getting seriously interesting. Once everything was in the bag she walked toward the building, glancing up at him every so often, the smile on her face telling of her joy in the fact that he was still watching her. As she neared the bike path she began digging around in her bag, trying to find something. Probably her keys. It soon became obvious, though, she was not successful in her search. She forgot completely about him and became more and more anxiously involved with finding the missing thing. Was it her keys? That would be terrible. Very bad karma. She dumped everything out on the sidewalk, pawed through it, still didn't find it and began sifting through the sand just beyond the bike path, as though she thought it might be there for some reason. She finally gave up, threw something out across the beach and stuffed her belongings back into her bag in disgust. She paused, shook her head, stood up, paused again and then headed into the building with determination, as though she had some solution in mind. Perhaps the super had a spare key. Or maybe someone else in the building. Maybe she had a way of breaking into her own apartment. Arnold's gaze wandered up and down the beach, enjoying the view. He stepped back, stretched his magnificent physique and suddenly thought of the last time he had done that there. She had been watching him from the other side of the divider. He quickly glanced around the wall, saw that she had left the sliding door open, and knew exactly what her plan was. Arnold was about to have company.