On Saturday morning, Dacey Kane awakened very early, long before her alarm was set to go off. Instead of trying to go back to sleep, though, she arose and began her preparations. After taking a shower and washing her hair, she very carefully shaved her legs and underarms. Then using a magnifying mirror in conjunction with a full-length mirror on a door, she examined her crotch for even the smallest stray hair. A couple were found and ruthlessly plucked.She didn’t stop there. Using mirrors in combination, she carefully examined her small remaining pubic patch to be sure that its four edges were all straight and sharply defined. Finally satisfied, she spent the next fifteen minutes searching for the perfect underwear for the day, settling on a luscious white thong that set off her all-over golden tan perfectly. After fluffing the top of her pubic hair over the upper edge of the thong, she even used small manicure scissors to trim a few hairs to what she thought to be the exactly right
After checking back at her parked car to ensure that her tennis racket and golf clubs were in the trunk, she made her way past the table and into the park. She gave Trudy Morrison a weak smile as she passed.“That girl is all right!” Morrison whispered to her companion, Connie Miller, Bill Miller’s wife.“As usual, dear friend, you’re absolutely correct!”Brad Kramer — William Bradley Kramer, Jr. — had taken a position to the side of the platform and as far back as he thought would be reasonable. He wanted to be in a position close enough to the platform for his bids to register, but at the same time — for no good reason — he wanted to be out of the sight line of the people on the stage, the girls being auctioned off, and one girl in particular.Brad was 29 years old. He had his MBA from University of California in marketing, and had been with Aerospace Technologies for three years. Prior to his graduate work at Cal, he had been a lieutenant in the Army Rangers. From his very first da
“Well, guys,” the auctioneer began, “this is our first young lovely of the day. And isn’t she beautiful? Good grief!” He paused for a moment and then mused, “Wonder if I could get a decent trade-in on my wife and get into the bidding myself?”He chuckled and then continued, “Our first girl is Candace Kane, Dacey to her friends. Her face and figure? Well, you can see that for yourself. What you can’t see, though, is that in that gorgeous head is possibly the most powerful brain in the whole company. Dacey is a mechanical engineer, and possibly the best machine designer and engineer in the world! So listen up, guys! The guy who gets her had better be very nice to her. The whole future of the company is on her lovely shoulders!”Dacey didn’t know what was expected, but she stood up straight and said, “I know I’m not much to look at—”She was immediately interrupted by a chorus of boos and raucous laughter. One guy shouted, “You’ll do unless Bo Derek puts in an appearance!”Truly, she was
At this point Si’s general obnoxiousness did him in. He tried to borrow $200 from the others, but was greeted by stony silence. One woman summarized the feelings of the group succinctly: “If you think I’m going to lend you money so you can inflict yourself on this utterly gorgeous girl, you’re crazy as hell. No way! In fact, no fucking way!”Her remarks had been made with no effort to keep her voice down. Her response was greeted by cheers from the people standing around.“Time’s up, Si,” the auctioneer declared. “Pay up.”“I ... I can’t,” Si admitted. Then he blurted, “I was just trying to get more money out of Brad Kramer.”“You know the rules, Si,” the auctioneer said. “If you can’t cover your bid, you’re penalized $340. Let’s have it, and thank you from the Recreation Committee. Your contribution is cheerfully accepted.”Goodman paid up and then slunk away from the stage.“Okay, folks,” the auctioneer said, returning to his job. “The seventeen-hundred dollar bid couldn’t be covere
It was just a quick little kiss, but it rocked her to her shoes. And it did the same to Brad.Not knowing what to do about it, they did nothing. Instead they slowly strolled hand in hand to retrieve their sports equipment from their respective cars. He insisted on carrying both golf bags while she giggled and carried the two tennis rackets, making a big thing of the weight she was carrying.Neither noticed that they continued to hold hands as they went toward the site of the three-legged race. “I guess that’s one advantage we might have,” she commented. “A lot of my height is in my legs, so maybe I’ll be able to keep up with you okay.”“And a truly lovely pair of legs they are, too,” he responded.A short time later, the first group of racers assembled. It turned out that there was a little more to it than the schedule had indicated. They were in the first flight, but there were fourteen flights. What the schedule didn’t show was that the winner of each flight met later in the day in
At the finish line — they were nearly 10 yards in front of the second-place finishers in a 100 yard race — Brad gave Dace’s shoulders a squeeze and kissed her lightly on the lips. Even that brief — almost instantaneous — contact was enough for Dacey to feel her knees turn to water. She hugged him back, but to keep from falling more than anything else.Their final event — or so they thought — was tennis. This played very differently from the earlier competitions. The format was eight teams playing a single set with tie-breakers if necessary. Although Dacey had not played much tennis, she had played a lot of racquet ball at her health club, and easily adjusted to the full swing of tennis rather than the more wristy game of racquet ball.Again, their teamwork worked for them as they quickly polished off their first two opponents and moved into the finals. It turned out that she was devastating at the net, with cat-quick reflexes and an amazing judgment of ball trajectories. Several times
In spite of the erosion of the falling water, the pool was quite shallow where it landed. Dacey stood up straight and let the water cascade over her body, shivering as she did. Wherever the water came from, it was apparently cold. Even from across the pond, Brad could see goose bumps forming on her lovely body, but she didn’t move from under the falling water. Instead, after first washing her hair, she used her hands to rinse the sweat from her body.It took only an instant for Brad to decide that she had a good idea. Stripping quickly, he rinsed out his jockey shorts and his golf shirt and laid them beside Dacey’s in the same manner she had. Then he dove in and smoothly stroked across the pond.Dacey reminded him of a little girl playing in the bathtub. Standing under the waterfall, she had her head back and was catching the falling water in her mouth while her hands were gently massaging her tits. All the while, her back was to him.Rising up a few feet behind her he said softly, “H
Very gently he turned her body on his lap so she was facing him. Then he pulled her close crushing her tits against is chest. Remarkably he could feel her turgid nipples moving against the hair on his chest. The feeling was simply wonderful. Moving his head slightly, he began lightly to nibble her earlobe, feeling her whole body shudder when he did. He kissed her face all over while whispering endearments. In the meantime, Dace’s arms had gone around him and she responded by hugging him tightly.Both thought the feelings were spectacular. Brad was caressing her satin-smooth skin all over while she reveled in his maleness. He was heavily muscled all over and it was wonderful. She realized he was so strong he could break her in half, but at the same time his strong fingers moved with such wondrous lightness all over her body. She couldn’t believe that a man as strong as Brad so obviously was could be so tender at the same time.She moved her face against the hair of his chest and just s