Me Tarzan: Checkmate Kayla
Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2018 2:14 pm
This is an on going series which other chapters can be found in this thread. As always comments are welcome. Thank you for your interest.
…….I helped Alyssa to my car. I grabbed the blanket I had in the trunk and wrapped it around her. As I drove out of the quarry she rested her head against the passenger side window. She was quiet as I pulled onto the main road.
“I guess you know the whole story don’t you?”
I nodded and concentrated on the road.
“What do I do, she would have let me drown in that swamp if it wasn’t for you.”
Like I had all the answers? This whole thing started with a quicksand fantasy about my best friend’s hot mom. How did I think this was all going to end well?
“First thing is to get you home and stay there. Don’t go out and try to stay off social media.”
She went back to resting her head against the window. Alyssa lived in a small apartment downtown and as we walked in she began to panic.
“What am I going to do?! She tried to kill me!”
“Stay here and don’t go anywhere. Kayla has no idea you are alive. Let me work some things out.”
Alyssa nodded in agreement and hugged me.
“Thank you.”
She went off to clean up. As I jumped in the beater I had no idea what I was going to do. Right now, I just need a shower and sleep. (Cell phone ringing) Now what! Shit! I pulled over to see who it was.
“Hello Ethan, this is Donna Wise again calling to confirm your interview at 10am Monday. I look forward to speaking with you. If you can please return my call as soon as possible I would appreciate it. Thank you.”
This woman has called me six or seven times like this shit is all I’m worried about.
“Hello Miss Wise, this is Ethan Beckett. I’m returning your phone call.”
“Ethan, hello, thank you for returning my phone call. You have a Monday morning interview at 10am. Can I expect to see you then?”
“I’m sorry Miss Wise but I have to decline the interview.”
“May I ask why?”
“I’m having personal issues and I’m not prepared for this interview.”
“How about this, I have the paperwork home with me. You stop by and I will conduct an informal interview. That way you can at least know the opportunity you may miss out on.”
“Why would you do that for me?”
“In all my years with Textil, never has a Board of Directors contact me directly to recommend a candidate. Mrs. Wagner was adamant that I do everything in my power to find you a position.”
“Alright, I’ll do it.”
“Great! Stop by at 11 tomorrow morning. I will text you the directions.”
“Thank you Miss Wise.”
“Call me Donna, you are welcome.”
I just have to see what Kayla has cooked up. This offer should be something special knowing her. The thought of being tied to Textil and her makes me want to puke but I am curious. Still doesn’t help my problem but I didn’t think I should ignore it either.
Donna Wise lived in a beach side condo community. The price tag for these things weren’t cheap. They are on the beach and highly popular for the private beach rites that came along with ownership. As I rang the doorbell I could smell the sea in the air.
“Ethan, I’m Donna it’s so nice to meet you.”
‘Nice to meet you Donna, thank you for doing this for me.”
“It’s my pleasure. Let’s go on the back deck I have all the paperwork out there.”
I followed her out to the back deck that sat about 15ft, above the beach below. She had a folder two folders out on the table. We sat next to each other under the umbrella.
“I think this is a wonderful offer for someone just out of college. The salary is above industry standards and the benefit package is extremely competitive. You mentioned you were having some personal problems; can I help in any way? I am a great listener.”
Maybe it was all the pressure I felt or maybe it was her perfume, who knows, but I let it all out. Kayla, Judy, Herb, the quicksand, I didn’t hold back. She listened and after I was done quietly got up and came back with a beer and a glass of wine.
“That is….some story. I don’t where to begin.”
She took a huge gulp of wine.
“There are consequences that could go far beyond what we can imagine if that file contains what you think it does. As far as the other things, it sounds like you are being played.”
“Played? Huh?”
“Ethan, do you really believe all those things were just coincidences? A woman like Kayla Wagner just doesn’t show up by accident anywhere. She pops over Judy’s house at the precise time when you are supposed to be giving Judy her final “swimming lesson?” The very next day she calls you to come to her house to have lunch? You tell her about the quicksand and poof! She buys a quarry so you can indulge your quicksand fantasy with her? Come on Ethan, I know you aren’t an unintelligent person. Judy, Kayla, and Herb are all working together.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Alright listen, that file must be pretty dam important. This Alyssa sounds like she has all of them in “checkmate.” If they harm her she is smart enough to have that file sent to the press, the authorities, and the board, anyone of consequence. They needed someone to get close to Alyssa for information about that file. You fit perfectly. You’re about her age and gorgeous. It didn’t go as exactly as planned but here you are the only one Alyssa trusts, in a perfect position to spy and feed information back to Judy.
“Aren’t you forgetting something? Kayla drowned in the silt pond at the quarry and Kayla wanted Alyssa to disappear in the swamp?”
Donna nodded.
“Yes but I think the fight between Judy and Kayla was staged right up until the point Kayla admitted to murdering George. Judy became enraged and prevented you from saving Kayla. Luckily your training saved her. As far as Alyssa, Kayla played you again. She knew you would save her. If I’m right about all this, Judy will want to talk urgently and when you do, she will ask you to get that file for her.”
I sat and thought for a minute or two. Maybe Donna was right? Had I been played all along?
“Ethan, can I ask you about the quicksand?”
I shrugged and didn’t reply.
‘You know my ex loved bondage. I’ve been tied up and gagged a 1000 different ways and more. I’m no prude.”
“What would you like to know?”
“Do you like the struggling, is that the attraction? Or is it you want to be the hero and save her?”
“It depends on the situation. The struggling and control is definitely a huge part of it.”
“So there are times you want the woman to go under?”
“Sure, like I said, it depends on the situation.”
Donna got up and we went into the living room and sat on her sectional couch.
“Tell me a typical fantasy.”
“Like what I think of?”
Yes, why don’t you use me? I’m the one that’s going to be in the quicksand. How does it happen? Where are we? Things like that.”
“Well…ahhhh…gee…ahhh..”
“What did you think of when you thought of Judy? Does that help?”
“I guess we are on vacation at one those all-inclusive clubs on an island.”
“What am I wearing?”
“A bathing suit its warm there.”
“Hang on.”
Donna went down the hall for several minutes.
“Like this?”
Donna stood across from me in front of the U shaped sectional. She was wearing a bikini. For a woman about 40 she was in great shape.
“You were saying it was warm that day.”
“Ahhhh, yes, we went for a walk in the woods behind the property. We weren’t supposed to go there.”
She sat down and was directly facing me on the other end of the couch.
“We were warned not to go off the property but I talked you into it. I wanted to explore.”
“Ya, you got ahead of me and out of sight. I couldn’t see you.”
“That’s when I walked into the quicksand. I sank to my hips.”
Leaning forward, she untied the back of her bikini top and slid it off. He hands cupped her tits and played with her nipples which were hard.
“Ethan! Help me! I think I’m in quicksand, hurry!”
One hand went down inside her bikini bottom and began to play with her clit.
“Donna! Where are you?!”
My hand went under my shorts and I stroked my hard cock as we watched each other. The only thing separating us was the coffee table between the couches.
“I’m over here! Hurry! I’m sinking fast! Ethan!......”
Tossing her bikini bottoms next to her top I could see how wet she was. Her dark pubic hair glistened as she rubbed her clit while her finger vanished inside her. I stood and took off my shorts off. Her eyes locked on to my cock.
“It’s past my chest! I can’t feel the bottom!”
“Donna!”
“I’m trying to find anything to hang on to but I can’t! Save me Ethan!”
She stood up and walked around the coffee table to kneel in front of me as I sat on the couch. Her soft hand took over stroking my cock. Looking up at me she began to lick the tip.
“When you find me all you can see is the quicksand around my mouth. I can barely get words out.”
Her lips opened and she took me down slow and deep. My hand rested on the back of her head. Time after time her mouth swallowed my cock deep to my balls.
“I slide under as you watch my hand reaching for you. Some bubbles surface soon after…”
As she looked up I was fucking her mouth hard with my hand pressing her head forward into my balls. Faster and faster……bubbles…..her hand reaching…..my cock down her throat…..her hand gone …bubbles…..I can’t….I can’t……Doooonnnnnaaaaaaa!!!
I exploded into her mouth with such force she began to choke. My cum dripped down her chin as I finished. When I pulled out she sat I my lap as we caught our breath.
Next Chapter: ”Was Donna right?”
…….I helped Alyssa to my car. I grabbed the blanket I had in the trunk and wrapped it around her. As I drove out of the quarry she rested her head against the passenger side window. She was quiet as I pulled onto the main road.
“I guess you know the whole story don’t you?”
I nodded and concentrated on the road.
“What do I do, she would have let me drown in that swamp if it wasn’t for you.”
Like I had all the answers? This whole thing started with a quicksand fantasy about my best friend’s hot mom. How did I think this was all going to end well?
“First thing is to get you home and stay there. Don’t go out and try to stay off social media.”
She went back to resting her head against the window. Alyssa lived in a small apartment downtown and as we walked in she began to panic.
“What am I going to do?! She tried to kill me!”
“Stay here and don’t go anywhere. Kayla has no idea you are alive. Let me work some things out.”
Alyssa nodded in agreement and hugged me.
“Thank you.”
She went off to clean up. As I jumped in the beater I had no idea what I was going to do. Right now, I just need a shower and sleep. (Cell phone ringing) Now what! Shit! I pulled over to see who it was.
“Hello Ethan, this is Donna Wise again calling to confirm your interview at 10am Monday. I look forward to speaking with you. If you can please return my call as soon as possible I would appreciate it. Thank you.”
This woman has called me six or seven times like this shit is all I’m worried about.
“Hello Miss Wise, this is Ethan Beckett. I’m returning your phone call.”
“Ethan, hello, thank you for returning my phone call. You have a Monday morning interview at 10am. Can I expect to see you then?”
“I’m sorry Miss Wise but I have to decline the interview.”
“May I ask why?”
“I’m having personal issues and I’m not prepared for this interview.”
“How about this, I have the paperwork home with me. You stop by and I will conduct an informal interview. That way you can at least know the opportunity you may miss out on.”
“Why would you do that for me?”
“In all my years with Textil, never has a Board of Directors contact me directly to recommend a candidate. Mrs. Wagner was adamant that I do everything in my power to find you a position.”
“Alright, I’ll do it.”
“Great! Stop by at 11 tomorrow morning. I will text you the directions.”
“Thank you Miss Wise.”
“Call me Donna, you are welcome.”
I just have to see what Kayla has cooked up. This offer should be something special knowing her. The thought of being tied to Textil and her makes me want to puke but I am curious. Still doesn’t help my problem but I didn’t think I should ignore it either.
Donna Wise lived in a beach side condo community. The price tag for these things weren’t cheap. They are on the beach and highly popular for the private beach rites that came along with ownership. As I rang the doorbell I could smell the sea in the air.
“Ethan, I’m Donna it’s so nice to meet you.”
‘Nice to meet you Donna, thank you for doing this for me.”
“It’s my pleasure. Let’s go on the back deck I have all the paperwork out there.”
I followed her out to the back deck that sat about 15ft, above the beach below. She had a folder two folders out on the table. We sat next to each other under the umbrella.
“I think this is a wonderful offer for someone just out of college. The salary is above industry standards and the benefit package is extremely competitive. You mentioned you were having some personal problems; can I help in any way? I am a great listener.”
Maybe it was all the pressure I felt or maybe it was her perfume, who knows, but I let it all out. Kayla, Judy, Herb, the quicksand, I didn’t hold back. She listened and after I was done quietly got up and came back with a beer and a glass of wine.
“That is….some story. I don’t where to begin.”
She took a huge gulp of wine.
“There are consequences that could go far beyond what we can imagine if that file contains what you think it does. As far as the other things, it sounds like you are being played.”
“Played? Huh?”
“Ethan, do you really believe all those things were just coincidences? A woman like Kayla Wagner just doesn’t show up by accident anywhere. She pops over Judy’s house at the precise time when you are supposed to be giving Judy her final “swimming lesson?” The very next day she calls you to come to her house to have lunch? You tell her about the quicksand and poof! She buys a quarry so you can indulge your quicksand fantasy with her? Come on Ethan, I know you aren’t an unintelligent person. Judy, Kayla, and Herb are all working together.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Alright listen, that file must be pretty dam important. This Alyssa sounds like she has all of them in “checkmate.” If they harm her she is smart enough to have that file sent to the press, the authorities, and the board, anyone of consequence. They needed someone to get close to Alyssa for information about that file. You fit perfectly. You’re about her age and gorgeous. It didn’t go as exactly as planned but here you are the only one Alyssa trusts, in a perfect position to spy and feed information back to Judy.
“Aren’t you forgetting something? Kayla drowned in the silt pond at the quarry and Kayla wanted Alyssa to disappear in the swamp?”
Donna nodded.
“Yes but I think the fight between Judy and Kayla was staged right up until the point Kayla admitted to murdering George. Judy became enraged and prevented you from saving Kayla. Luckily your training saved her. As far as Alyssa, Kayla played you again. She knew you would save her. If I’m right about all this, Judy will want to talk urgently and when you do, she will ask you to get that file for her.”
I sat and thought for a minute or two. Maybe Donna was right? Had I been played all along?
“Ethan, can I ask you about the quicksand?”
I shrugged and didn’t reply.
‘You know my ex loved bondage. I’ve been tied up and gagged a 1000 different ways and more. I’m no prude.”
“What would you like to know?”
“Do you like the struggling, is that the attraction? Or is it you want to be the hero and save her?”
“It depends on the situation. The struggling and control is definitely a huge part of it.”
“So there are times you want the woman to go under?”
“Sure, like I said, it depends on the situation.”
Donna got up and we went into the living room and sat on her sectional couch.
“Tell me a typical fantasy.”
“Like what I think of?”
Yes, why don’t you use me? I’m the one that’s going to be in the quicksand. How does it happen? Where are we? Things like that.”
“Well…ahhhh…gee…ahhh..”
“What did you think of when you thought of Judy? Does that help?”
“I guess we are on vacation at one those all-inclusive clubs on an island.”
“What am I wearing?”
“A bathing suit its warm there.”
“Hang on.”
Donna went down the hall for several minutes.
“Like this?”
Donna stood across from me in front of the U shaped sectional. She was wearing a bikini. For a woman about 40 she was in great shape.
“You were saying it was warm that day.”
“Ahhhh, yes, we went for a walk in the woods behind the property. We weren’t supposed to go there.”
She sat down and was directly facing me on the other end of the couch.
“We were warned not to go off the property but I talked you into it. I wanted to explore.”
“Ya, you got ahead of me and out of sight. I couldn’t see you.”
“That’s when I walked into the quicksand. I sank to my hips.”
Leaning forward, she untied the back of her bikini top and slid it off. He hands cupped her tits and played with her nipples which were hard.
“Ethan! Help me! I think I’m in quicksand, hurry!”
One hand went down inside her bikini bottom and began to play with her clit.
“Donna! Where are you?!”
My hand went under my shorts and I stroked my hard cock as we watched each other. The only thing separating us was the coffee table between the couches.
“I’m over here! Hurry! I’m sinking fast! Ethan!......”
Tossing her bikini bottoms next to her top I could see how wet she was. Her dark pubic hair glistened as she rubbed her clit while her finger vanished inside her. I stood and took off my shorts off. Her eyes locked on to my cock.
“It’s past my chest! I can’t feel the bottom!”
“Donna!”
“I’m trying to find anything to hang on to but I can’t! Save me Ethan!”
She stood up and walked around the coffee table to kneel in front of me as I sat on the couch. Her soft hand took over stroking my cock. Looking up at me she began to lick the tip.
“When you find me all you can see is the quicksand around my mouth. I can barely get words out.”
Her lips opened and she took me down slow and deep. My hand rested on the back of her head. Time after time her mouth swallowed my cock deep to my balls.
“I slide under as you watch my hand reaching for you. Some bubbles surface soon after…”
As she looked up I was fucking her mouth hard with my hand pressing her head forward into my balls. Faster and faster……bubbles…..her hand reaching…..my cock down her throat…..her hand gone …bubbles…..I can’t….I can’t……Doooonnnnnaaaaaaa!!!
I exploded into her mouth with such force she began to choke. My cum dripped down her chin as I finished. When I pulled out she sat I my lap as we caught our breath.
Next Chapter: ”Was Donna right?”