The Bucket List

"That was unbelievable. John, I thought you had her for sure. Now just stay away from her and you'll win."

I had my doubts; my arms felt like lead, I wasn't sure that I could stay away from her for another round. All too soon, the bell for the final round sounded, we both stood came to the center of the ring touched gloves and started the last round. For me the round was a battle of attrition, I kept backing up throwing jabs to keep her away as she pressed forward ever on the attack. Just when she would think she had me cornered I would reverse my movement to avoid the corner and circle the other way.

'Where's the bell? It's got to be soon.'

Then it happened: she caught me with a left hook to the ribs, which sent me reeling into the corner. Seizing upon the opportunity, she hit me with lefts and rights to the body and my arms dropped to my sides. I saw the right coming at my head, but my arms would not obey my command. I felt her punch crush the side of my face; my legs gave way and I started to fall. The last thing I heard before I hit the canvass was the bell.

When I regained consciousness, I was flat on my back, looking up at three worried faces. Kris held a vial of smelling salts under my nose, shocking me back to full awareness.

"Are you OK? John, how many fingers do you see?"

"Three, two angels and God himself."

They all broke out in laughter as they helped me to my feet. I sat down on the stool in my corner as someone gave me a bottle of water.

"John, I'm so very sorry. I don't know what came over me. I have never lost one of these fights before and I was so frustrated that I was losing that I just lost it."

"Don't worry about it Kristin, you're one hell of a fighter. If I wasn't so unorthodox or if we fought again I'm sure you would knock me out in the first round. As it is your record is still perfect."

"What do you mean?"

"You knocked me out in the last round; I lost and you won. The rules stated that you could not be saved by the bell."

"No you're wrong," Joe said. "The ref ruled that you were still on your feet when the bell sounded, therefore, there was no knock-down. You won the fight three rounds to one."

I looked to Kris, who nodded her head with a smile.

"Come on," Joe said, "let's get you into the shower and cleaned up. How am I ever going to explain to MaryAnn, all those bruises and that black eye?"

"The same way you're going to explain your black eye." I said laughing, holding my side from the pain.

When we had finished our showers and had gotten dressed, we headed back to the front desk. The gym was deserted by now. The women walked us out of the gym into the cool night air. We said our goodbyes and got into the car.

When we got back to the hotel, we both collapsed on our beds and slept in our clothes. The next morning, two guys wearing sunglasses returned the rental car and boarded a private jet headed north.

Bart met us when we landed. He opened the rear door of the limo, and there was MaryAnn, looking more beautiful than I had ever seen her before.

"I couldn't wait for you to get back." She reached over to me and took off my glasses.

"Ouch," she said, as she leaned over and kissed the mouse under my eye.

She did the same to Joe, then turned to me and said.

"Well, how did you guys do?"

Joe answered, "We were one and one; I lost and John won."

On the ride home we reviewed both fights, giving special emphasis to the last few seconds of my fight.

"You poor baby," she said rubbing my cheek. "Because you won, you can have the day off tomorrow." She turned to Joe: "You, I want to see in the gym bright and early tomorrow; you obviously need some more work."

When we arrived back home, I excused myself and went straight to my desk. On my list I entered; Number 7 - Participate in a Mixed Boxing Match - DONE.

Chapter 11

At dinner that night I expected to find another envelope. Instead Joe, MaryAnn and I had a very relaxing and carefree meal. The wine flowed freely. We laughed about our experience, Joe especially going over each round of my fight. He even insisted that Kristin was bigger and stronger than MaryAnn, and could possibly win in a boxing match.

"I would pay good money to see that fight, two Amazons fighting against one another, with John as the prize."

I think the wine was beginning to cloud his judgment. I could see that MaryAnn was beginning to get annoyed.

I tried coming to her rescue, saying, "Hey Joe, lighten up. I think maybe it's time we all called it a night. If I recall correctly you have a six o'clock appointment with an angel."

"You're absolutely correct; good night all."

"Good night, Joe"

MaryAnn turned to me and mouthed 'thank you' and headed off to bed. I picked up my wine glass and went outside.

I sat on one of the lounge chairs and looked up at the stars. Something was going on between Joe and MaryAnn. There was a connection there; I just couldn't put my finger on it.

The next morning at breakfast, Joe approached me before MaryAnn came downstairs.

"I want to apologize for my behavior last night. I'm afraid I got a little melancholy and had too much to drink."

"Nothing to worry about, no harm was done."

"Thank you."

After breakfast I went to my desk to check out a couple of things. There on my chair was an envelope. It was addressed to me marked 'personal and confidential'. I opened it quickly and leaned back in my chair.

Number 6 - Have oral sex with a pro.

On the bottom of the paper there was a note. "Please don't tell anyone about this, especially MaryAnn. I'll take care of the arrangements. We'll make it this Friday night."

I was stunned. I was a virgin; I never really kissed a girl before. This was like a dream come true; an adolescent fantasy fulfilled. I read the note again; MaryAnn, would I be cheating on her? We weren't really going out with each other. I wasn't even sure if she was into guys at all. She didn't appear to have a boyfriend. All these thoughts filled my head at the same moment, but then the one overriding thought came to the forefront: if Joe has it on his list, then I have to do it too.

I walked around for the next couple of days, sure that I had "guilty" written across my forehead. Friday afternoon, Joe announced that he and I were leaving and that we would be back sometime on Saturday.

When we got into the garage, he turned to me and said, "Let's take the Porsche."

It wasn't just any Porsche; it was a black 1974 911S. I got in and buckled up. Joe backed out of the garage and we were on the road before I knew it.

"John, tonight is sort of my way of apologizing for last weekend. I know how hard that was on you and that you only did it to please me. We are going to Beverly Hills; we will be having dinner with two very beautiful and very talented escorts. Financially tonight is all taken care of. I want you to enjoy this without any regrets or misgivings. Do we have a deal?" He held out his hand.

I took his hand. "It's a deal."

"Good"

We pulled into the L'ermitage Hotel at about five. Joe tossed the valet his keys,

"Take good care of my baby, we'll be here for the night."

He reached behind the seat and pulled out two small bags.

"I told James to pack us each an overnight bag."

We checked in, received our room keys, and walked to the elevator.

"John, you're on the third floor, I'm on the fourth. Let's meet down in the bar at 6:30; our dates for the evening will arrive around 7:00."

I got off the elevator, walked down the hall to room 310, and inserted the card key. With a click the door opened and revealed a spacious two-room suite. I placed my bag on the king-sized bed and opened it. James had packed a fresh shirt and slacks, a pair of boxers, a pair of socks, and a box of a dozen condoms. I hung up my clothes, placed the socks and boxers in the chest of drawers, and the condoms in the night stand.

I sat on the bed and thought, 'Am I really going to go through with this? It's a chance to get a blowjob from a professional, my first ever. What if I say no and I never have a girl friend and never get the chance again? This will be another event that I would never experience. I'm going for it!'

I walked into the bathroom, washed my face and checked myself out one final time before meeting Joe in the bar.

When the elevator reached the lobby, I walked over to the bar that Joe had pointed to earlier. I watched as a young attractive couple entered the room ahead of me, paying particular attention to the swing of the woman's hips and the shape of her legs. Joe was already at the bar, the bartender just placing a drink in front of him.

"What are you drinking?" the bartender asked.

Not being much of a drinker I replied, "a glass of Merlot."

When I received my wine, Joe picked up his glass and turned to me,

"A toast to us, and to tonight; may we totally enjoy the adventure on which we are about to embark."

We touched glasses and sipped our drinks.

"There's nothing like a good single malt scotch to ease the journey into the night."

Joe and I talked about what we had already accomplished since I arrived in California.

"John, this has been the best time off my life and it's been all because of you. There never seemed to be time for me to meet a woman, get married and have kids. In the last couple of years I felt incomplete, I had all the wealth anyone could ask for, but I had no one to share it with; no one to enjoy it with. I told you before that you've become the son that I never had. Now I'm truly happy."

I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing and just placed my hand on his shoulder.

"John, there's one more thing; I just want to remind you that our dates tonight are professionals, to them this is a business transaction, nothing more. So don't fall in love; just enjoy."

We finished our drinks and were about to order another when Joe glanced over towards the entrance.

"I believe our dates are here."

We stood and walked over towards two of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. One was a tall brunette, wearing a slinky black dress, probably about 40 years old, with an amazing figure and long sleek legs. The other was a red-head, about 30, shorter than the other, slim, with nice legs. Her dress was fashionably short and the heels she wore made her legs appear longer than they probably were. Her dress clung to her body like a second skin and the top of her breasts peaked out over it. She had creamy white skin which, I noticed as we closed the distance between us and them, was accented with tiny pink freckles.

"Good evening ladies; I'm Joe, this is John, and I believe we are your dates for the evening."

"Hello Joe," said the brunette taking him by the arm. I'm Carla, this is my friend Edel; it is a pleasure to meet you both."

Edel walked over to my side and placed her arm in mine.

"Hello John, you're looking handsome this evening."

There was a hint of an Irish accent in her voice and her eyes were emerald green; I was already under her spell.

"If you'll come with me, we have dinner reservations for 7:00."

We were escorted to our table and after we helped the ladies with their chairs, Joe and I sat. If I had any thought that the evening would be awkward, it was completely forgotten in the first few minutes. We sat, ordered a bottle of merlot and a bottle of chardonnay, and the ladies took over. The conversation and the laughter were nonstop throughout dinner. The meal was delicious. Surprisingly, I joined right in with the conversation, not shy or reserved in the least. Every once in a while I would feel the touch of Edel's foot as she ran it up the side of my calf or she would hold my arm during our conversation. The service was outstanding; we were not rushed at all, yet they were right there whenever we needed anything. At 10:00 Joe asked for the check, signed it, stood and helped Carla with her chair. I did the same for Edel.

We all knew where this evening was heading, but the ladies were totally professional and never made us feel that they weren't romantically involved with us. When the elevator reached the third floor, Edel and I headed toward my room. Just before the doors closed I heard Joe's voice,

"I'll see you at ten for breakfast."

I opened the door letting Edel in the room. I assumed she had been here before because she went right to the bedroom. I turned, placed the "do not disturb" card on the door handle, closed and secured the door. Now, at the moment of truth, I was having second thoughts.

"Edel, I'm not sure about this, I'm kind of tired..."

I stood in the doorway of the bedroom and hesitated. There was Edel, her dress down at her feet, smiling as she reached behind her and unfastened her bra. She let it fall to the floor, her beautiful breasts standing out proudly on her chest, the dark pink nipples in contrast with her creamy white skin. I reached back and closed the bedroom door as I removed my jacket and tie and walked towards her.

"It's amazing how many men forget how tired they are after they get a good look at my titties."

"I've never..."

"Shhh. Joe told me all about you. All I want you to do is to sit back, learn and enjoy."

She stood there before me, naked except for her tiny panties and high heels, and helped me remove my shirt and undershirt. She unfastened my belt and unbuttoned my pants, all the time gently kissing my lips, my neck, and nibbling on my nipples. As she pulled down my zipper, she ran her hand along the length of my cock.

"Hmm, you're a big one."

She pushed me gently backwards onto the bed as she pulled my slacks and boxers down to my knees. After removing my shoes and socks, Edel took off the rest of my clothes.

"At this point," she said, "I always have my men put on a condom, but in your case I'm going to make an exception. Joe has assured me that you are a virgin and free from all sexually transmitted diseases. I can assure you that I am clean as well; I must be very careful in my line of work. Finally, I want us both to enjoy this as much as possible."

She had me slide up to the top of the bed as she pulled the covers completely off the end. I was lying on my back with my legs spread open. She crawled up between them and ran her tongue up my cock from the root all the way to the rim. I felt the shock wave travel right up my backbone to my brain.

"Oh, my God!" I gasped.

"Hold on baby, you haven't felt anything yet."

She grasped the base of my cock and placed the head between her lips. I could feel her tongue circling completely around it. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. With my cock still in her mouth she looked directly into my eyes as she began to suck only the head in and out of her mouth.

I gazed into those large green eyes, framed by her short red hair; her face was almost angelic in contrast to the actions of her talented mouth. When she sensed that I was approaching my orgasm, she backed off.

"Not yet John, there's still more."

She waited for a couple of minutes, gently massaging my scrotum, then placed her hands on the top of my thighs as she slurped my cock back into her mouth. Still looking up at me, she began to lower her head ever so slowly, until she had the entire length of my cock in her mouth and into her throat. She pulled back off half way and did it again. All I could do was moan, as I felt her throat constrict around the head as if she was trying to swallow it. I couldn't take much more of this.

"Edel, I'm going to cum, oh God I'm gonna cum."

She pulled back part way again, and I felt her tongue circling the head as I exploded in her mouth. My hips began to jerk involuntarily, as spurt after spurt filled her mouth. Finally, there was nothing left, I collapsed back onto the bed and Edel sucked me one last time, smiled and tilted her head up and swallowed.

"Hmm, I don't get to do that very often. I really enjoyed that."

When I could speak I said,

"That was wonderful; thank you so much."

She crawled up onto my body and whispered in my ear.

"That was only the beginning, my boss gave me very specific instructions as to what I was to do this evening. We have all night together. I'm to teach you all about a woman's body and how to make love to her. Rest; I'll be right back."

I watched her sexy ass as she walked into the bathroom. She returned a few minutes later with a warm wet washcloth and lovingly wiped my cock and balls clean. She looked up at me and said,

"You've been a very naughty boy, keeping this beautiful cock all to yourself for so long. I think I'm going to have to give you a good spanking."

My cock began to stir once again.

"That's interesting; maybe we'll follow up on that a little later if we have the time... and the energy."

Edel climbed on to the bed and lay next to me. My cock continued to harden as I leaned over and kissed her, first on the lips, then on her neck, and finally on each of her extended nipples.

"Hmm, I like that, lick them a little."

I did. Taking one in my mouth, I whipped it with my tongue and gently bit it, before sucking on it like a newborn baby. She held the back of my head tightly to her tit.

"Oh yes, that's it! I love to have my titties sucked. Now the other one."

I was eager to comply. I pushed her on to her back so I could have better access to the other nipple. With my free hand I caressed her tit, taking the nipple between my fingers and gently pulling and twisting it. Her body arched up off the bed and I felt her shiver.

"Oh John, that was wonderful. You made me cum just by playing with my titties; I hardly ever do that. Now I want to teach you about a woman's body. I want you to crawl up between my legs and take my panties off."

I did what she asked. When I was in position she lifted her ass off the bed and I pulled her panties down to her knees, taking first one leg out and then the other. I turned back to find that she was completely shaved, her pussy was like the rest of her, slightly pink and enticingly beautiful.

"Now you are going to do for me what I did for you. I want you to flatten your tongue and run it up each side of my pussy."

I did as I was instructed, several times in fact. There was an earthy aroma coming from her pussy, along with a trickle of moisture. It was intoxicating. I took my thumbs and spread her open. I wanted more and ran my tongue up the middle a few times before sticking it in. Now her pussy was soaked. I was lapping as much of her nectar as I could get.

"Oh, John, are you sure you've never done this before? So good, so good. I'm almost there, don't stop."

I had no intention of stopping until I spotted her little button peeking out from the fold of skin above her pussy. I took the initiative and wrapped my lips around it, carefully licking and sucking. Her hips shot up off the bed and her hands grabbed the back of my head.

"Oh God, I'm cumming."

Her body shook violently as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. When she couldn't stand any more she pushed my head away from her and fell back onto the bed.

I moved back to her and lay beside her.

"Thank you, I haven't cum like that in a long time. Whew, that's one lesson I don't think we have to review."

I pouted my lips, and put on a sad face.

"Well only if you want to; I'm surely not going to complain. I don't know what it is, but I think the fact that I know this is brand new to you and that you are experiencing it for the first time, is making it that much more exciting for me. Hold me a while and then we'll try something new."

She rolled over and snuggled her back into my chest. I held her in my arms. Her skin felt so soft and warm against mine. I think we both momentarily forgot that this was a business transaction. My cock, which had been hard before, was now pulsating with the beating of my heart. I couldn't help poking her in the ass. She lifted her leg slightly, wiggled a bit and captured it between her thighs.