MasterPC Ch. 14

MPC14: Julia Gets a Proposition

It was snowing hard when they crossed into the U.P. Huge white flakes drifted down from steel grey clouds pregnant with moisture. On either side of the long straight strip of blacktop huge piles of snow had been pushed off the road in seemingly endless wind rows. And beyond the snow banks rank upon rank of balsam, hemlock, white pine, Norway pine, spruce, and an occasional oak, birch, poplar, or maple stood like silent sentinels covered in fluffy white blankets.

The highway that runs north to the tip of the Keweenaw Peninsula is lonely. Few travelers take it and fewer still are places to find shelter for those who venture into this wilderness. To break down in the winter is to risk life and limb in the relentless cold and snow of this nearly pristine wilderness. But the driver of this particular vehicle, an onyx black GMC Terrain, was no stranger to lonely roads in this northern latitude. He drove with the assurance of the experienced driver who understands all too well that overconfidence is deadly when the winds and snows of December arrive to reclaim their territory.

Chet Baker's take on My Funny Valentine drifted softly from the speakers as the sleek black crossover sped through the snowy darkness. The driver hummed the familiar tune. His only passenger was asleep in the seat on the other side of the console. Her face was beautiful in repose, her blond hair sparkling where the dash lights were captured and reflected by its tousled strands.

Their destination was a remote cabin in Michigan's Upper Peninsula nestled in a cove on the shores of the greatest of the Great Lakes, Lake Superior. About two hours remained of their journey. David hoped that the caretakers had followed his instructions and that the cabin would be ready for their arrival. A long romantic weekend was just what he needed at the moment and Julia, his number one assistant, confidant, friend, and lover, was the perfect companion with which to share it. Cross country skis rested snugly in their rooftop rack, snow shoes shared space with their luggage in the large aft compartment, and warm outdoor gear would be waiting for them at the cabin – not that they would be spending much time outside.

Baker gave way to Brubeck, Kenton, Monk, Garner, Guaraldi, Marsalis, Sanborn, and Previn as the dark miles sped by. He liked to listen to jazz on a trip like this. The snow continued to fall thickly as dusk deepened into night. Gray gave way to black. The road was a black tunnel fringed in ice and illuminated by the powerful beams of headlights and fog lamps. The GPS indicated that their turnoff was just a mile or so ahead and he slowed his progress somewhat so as not to miss it. Just as the "you have arrived" signal flashed on the screen (he had muted the annoying voice), he spotted the reflectors on the sign post to the left of the highway and saw that the driveway had been recently plowed. And not just plowed, but groomed. He turned and the change in motion of the vehicle awakened his passenger.

"Where are we?" Julia said, yawning the stretching beautifully.

"Almost there darling. Just a little farther," David said, not taking his attention from the narrow track ahead.

The trees came right up to the road. It was a road in the most abstract meaning of the word. It wound through the forest more like a game trail than anything manmade. Two vehicles could not meet here. Which wasn't likely since it was private. It twisted and turned down one steep hill and up another until at last it emerged onto a sort of plateau. A porch light flickered through the snow like a distant lighthouse beacon. He pulled into the driveway and up to the door. His crew had more than met his expectations – in spite of the heavy snow the driveway was clear all the way to the shed and the porch was relatively clean, having been swept within the past half hour.

He jumped out of the vehicle, glad to be on his feet after the long drive, and went around to Julia's door. He opened it and took her hand as she stepped onto the snowy ground. One of the things he liked about his assistant was that she was perfectly content to let him be a gentleman in things like opening doors, pulling out chairs, helping her with her coat, and things of that sort. She was refreshingly old fashioned in that respect. He pulled her into his arms for a kiss, but it was a quick one; the cold air and thickly falling snow created less than optimal conditions for al fresco romance.

"Let's get you inside and I'll unload the car," David said, taking Julia by the hand and leading her up the steps and onto the porch. He produced a key, opened the door, and they stepped into the warmth of the cabin. The great room was lit by the dancing flames of a freshly laid fire in the big fieldstone fireplace that dominated the room. The tang of wood smoke mingled with the sharp smell of cinnamon and apples – the caretakers had really outdone themselves, David thought, as the unmistakable aroma of mulled apple cider drifted from the kitchen.

"Oh David," Julia said, "It's beautiful," she added, turning to him and giving him a kiss full of affection and promises for more of the same later on.

"Take a look around why don't you while I unload the car," David said.

"Are you sure you don't want me to help?"

"Let me wait on you this weekend, darling," David said, kissing Julia on the forehead. "You wait on me all the time at the office. It's my turn to wait on you."

"Well," Julia said, "since you put it that way, OK." She giggled. That giggle was connected directly to David's groin. He had only to hear it and his body responded in a uniquely male fashion.

He was tempted to throw her body onto the big bear rug in front of the fireplace and make love to her right then, but he caught himself in time and instead headed back out into the snow and cold to retrieve their belongings.

Two trips later a few soft sided bags, a couple pairs of snow shoes, and their coats were piled next to the door. Julia was in the kitchen ladling hot cider into a pair of ceramic mugs. David stepped behind her and wrapped her in his arms, nuzzling against the soft blond hair that cascaded down her back. She turned her head for a kiss and he obliged, covering her mouth with his own and feeling her tongue come out to play. He responded in kind and the kiss held for a few more moments before he released her.

"We'd better drink this cider before it cools off," David said. "Let's go sit by the fire and relax."

"You're the boss," Julia said, smiling.

David put his arm around Julia's trim waist and the happy couple made their way back to the great room where the fire was crackling merrily in the massive stone fire place. A large, leather sofa dominated the space before the hearth and they sat on it. This was a sofa with some experience. David briefly wondered how old it was. It was well cared for and comfortable – obviously used to people. Julia nestled under David's left arm, her legs curled under her and they stared into the flames while enjoying the hot fragrant brew sipped from white ceramic mugs.

"This is perfect," Julia said softly. "Just perfect. Thank you, David."

She turned her face up to David's and he kissed her, gently, tenderly, as a lover, tasting the rich apple flavor of her breath punctuated with the sharpness of cloves and cinnamon.

"It's perfect because you're here, Julia, and I want everything to be perfect for you this weekend."

Julia looked up at him with her big blue eyes and then she kissed David again.

"Thank you," she said, breaking the kiss. "You're the best boss a girl could ever have, but I have a question."

"Yes?"

"Why are we here? What's going on? You've been different since you came back from California," Julia said, sitting up and turning on the sofa to sit Indian style facing him.

David took a sip of the fragrant brew in his cup and bought himself a few seconds to consider his next words.

"Julia. How long have we known each other?"

"You hired me three years ago. I knew who you were before then, but we met for the first time the day I came into your office to apply for the job as your assistant."

"And how do you think that's worked?"

"Best job I've ever had. You're generous and the fringe benefits (she grinned at him evilly), well they're awesome," Julia said.

David chuckled and took another sip of his cider.

"I've never had an assistant like you. Ever. These last three years have been some of the best of my life, and a lot of that has to do with you."

"Thanks, boss," Julia said, laughing a little, but in a sort of uncomfortable way, not having a clue where the conversation was headed. Had David brought her up here to fire her?

"We've had a lot of success and a lot of that has to do with how well you run the office and how well we work together as a team. You have all the things I lack. You make sure the details get taken care of before I've even thought of what they are."

"Stop...you're making me blush," Julia said, laughing to hide her embarrassment.

David reached out and took her hands in his and looked into her eyes.

"I wanted you to have a special weekend to relax and enjoy and be taken care of because I want you to understand how much I appreciate you for taking such good care of me and our business. You're going to be pampered and fussed over and, yes, made love to all weekend. I know you like the outdoors and we're going snow shoeing and cross country skiing, and then we'll come back and use the hot tub and drink mulled wine and eat wonderful meals, which I will prepare for us, and you're going to relax and enjoy yourself."

Julia didn't say anything. She just got up on her knees, put her arms around David's neck, and kissed him. David managed to set his mug on the coffee table in front of the sofa before wrapping his arms around Julia and kissing her back.

There wasn't much making out in the office; their sessions there had a much more animalistic and purely lust driven quality. They were fun and they were intense and everyone got off but you couldn't call them "romantic" in any sense of the word and though enjoyable (extremely) there was no emotion.

This was different. This was passion. They both felt it. Neither spoke but both knew that some sort of corner in their relationship had just been turned. The kiss continued and David ended up on his back with Julia lying on top of him, his arms wrapped around her holding her tightly. Yes this was passion but without urgency. It was the passion of two human beings who knew how to appreciate the twin gifts of time and privacy. The kisses were by turns deep and passionate, light and teasing, affectionate and playful.

"Mmmm...this is nice," Julia murmured. "I could get used to this."

"So could I," David breathed as he kissed the line of Julia's jaw, the tip of her cute little nose, and her eyes. "So could I," he repeated as his mouth claimed hers once more.

The kissing continued and the passion built as the fire burned lower and lower in the grate.

"Let's move to the loft," David said.

Julia sat up and David scooped her into his arms and easily stood to his feet. She was amazed at his strength, having no idea how augmented David really was, physically thanks to the Master PC. She squealed as he lifted her and she threw her arms around his neck with enthusiasm. He kissed her. She kissed him back. Up the stairs they went kissing and laughing. Into the loft where a huge bed waited covered in eiderdown comforters and huge pillows filled with the finest feathers money could buy.

David set Julia on her feet and she began to undress.

"No," David said, grabbing her hands as she was about to pull her sweater up over her head. "Let me do that."

"Yes, darling, I want you to undress me," Julia said. Her voice was a low purr filled with lust and David's body responded.

David went to his knees in front of Julia to remove her socks – her shoes were by the front door along with his own. He lifted each of her feet, one at a time, and peeled off the sock, then lovingly kissed and licked her toes, the tops of her feet, and her ankles. Then he kissed his way up her legs to her waist. Reaching up with his hands he pushed up the hem of her sweater and kissed the tender flesh of her belly as he got back on his feet. His lips followed his hands as they drew the sweater up and over Julia's head, skipping her breasts for the moment. She was breathing hard now. David was grinning; enjoying himself in ways that he hadn't for some time. And the weekend was just getting started. There was a big surprise coming on Saturday. How would she react?

When Julia's sweater lay on the floor in a pile of cashmere, David again knelt before her and slowly undid the fastenings on the waistband of her slacks and gently pulled them down her legs, again kissing each inch of flesh as it was revealed but avoiding any overt erogenous zones. Julia's hips were moving restlessly thrusting her pelvis in the direction of David's face. He ignored her signals entirely although he was aware of them – his senses were being bombarded by pheromones and other non-verbal messages – and he continued to worship her long shapely legs as he pulled her slacks off. One by one he lifted her feet and pulled each leg of her slacks off before discarding this garment as he had her sweater. She stood there in bra and panties a beautiful figure of a woman. He looked up and let his eyes (elevator eyes in this case) devour her perfect form.

David reached around and put both hands on Julia's ass and drew her to him burying his face in the crotch of her now nearly translucent panties, inhaling her arousal, pressing his lips to the fabric and kissing his way up to the waistband. He pulled it away from her flesh with his teeth and her breath caught as she hoped he was going to remove them, but he let it snap back instead.

"Oh!" Julia cried out, more in surprise than in pain for it hadn't hurt at all.

David kissed his way up across Julia's taut belly flesh to her torso. He kissed his way around her rib cage carefully avoiding the heaving swells of her marvelous breasts rising as he did so until he was standing behind her and kissing Julia's back above her bra strap and up to the back of her neck. He moved her hair out of the way and nuzzled this extremely erogenous zone for a moment before moving on to the side of her neck. He could feel her pulse throbbing under his lips as he traced the jugular vein up to her jaw line and then nibbled lightly on her ear before going back down her neck to her shoulder. He lifted her left arm and kissed down from the shoulder and shoulder blade to the flesh beneath her arm and that tender, intimate, area under her shoulder. Julia shuddered and moaned as he continued his oral worship. She wanted him to take her and throw her on the bed. She wanted him to rip off her remaining garments and just take her forcefully, mastering her with his cock. Her loins ached. She felt empty and needed to be filled; filled with cock and forced to achieve orgasm after orgasm. David knew this. He was aware of Julia as he hadn't been aware of any woman for a long time. Every movement, every twitch, every breath, every sigh or gasp – he decoded every signal and continued to smile and to kiss, nibble, nip, and lick all of the skin so far exposed.

Julia's breasts ached for his touch; her pussy ached for his cock; her whole body yearned to be possessed by this man. And he was torturing her with his kisses and his nibbles and his nips and his licks. Julia loved it. The pain of the teasing was a pleasurable one and she loved the feel of his lips on her skin. Just the same, however, she wished he would get on with it.

David stood behind Julia and unfastened her bra. His fingers moved gently down from her shoulders carrying the straps of her bra down her arms until this lovely piece of lingerie joined her other garments in a heap on the floor. When his hands came back up they went to her breasts and cupped them weighing each, gently squeezing each, softly caressing each, his thumbs slowly stroking Julia's nipples, already hard with desire, to diamond points now bright pink with arousal. She gasped as his hands touched her breasts and moaned as he manipulated them. Her head jerked back onto his shoulder and she thrust her chest out seeking to maximize the contact. A mini-orgasm swept over her and her knees felt weak. Again she felt his strong arms enfold her, pick her up, and lay her on the bed.

He stood there for a moment, looking down at this beautiful woman, her hair spread out on the pillows like angel wings her breasts, magnificent breasts, standing proud and firm and moving up and down alluringly as she breathed. The flush of her excitement had spread across her upper torso and neck even as far as her cheeks. Her hips moved restlessly pumping the air; her thighs pressed together and squeezing her sex in futility.

"Have I told you lately how beautiful you are," David asked?

"You always tell me, darling, but a woman loves to hear it over and over again," Julia said, smiling up at him.

"You are beautiful. I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever known, inside and out."

"You're just saying that because you want to get into my pants," Julia teased.

"I think I'll get into them anyway, darling, but I meant what I said."

"C'mere then and prove it."

"'Patience is a virtue, obtain it when you can. Always found in woman. Seldom found in man,' or so my mother always told me," David said. "You're not being very patient, darling."

"Are we going to fuck or not," Julia whined, her frustration starting to bubble over.

"Not."

"What!?"

"We're not going to 'fuck' as you so crudely put it, my dear. We are going to make love."

Julia said nothing. She just stared up at David and waited for whatever was next.

David leaned down and gripped the sides of Julia's panties and slowly pulled them down over her hips – she helped by raising her hips off the bed – and down her legs. He dropped them on the floor next to her other things, his eyes never leaving hers. She was naked. She was his. She was ready.

He stared down at her, not saying a word, as he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. Undershirt, slacks, socks, and, finally, his briefs hit the carpet and he too was naked. His cock was as stiff as a poker and stood straight out from his hips. He had an amazing body for a man who was approaching sixty. It was the body of an athlete in his prime. Julia stared at it hungrily. She knew what that body was capable of and she wanted it.

"Spread your legs, Julia. Show me," he whispered, fisting his cock.

Julia complied, spreading her legs and pumping her ass up off the bed displaying herself to him completely. David took one of her legs and lifted it, taking the foot and pressing it against his cock. She moaned as she felt his heat; felt his urgency; felt his arousal.

The foot went to his mouth next and he kissed it lovingly, tenderly, hungrily. His tongue was a live wire with a mind of its own and everywhere he licked her she felt a trail of fire shooting up into her brain and ramping up her pleasure ever higher. He kissed, licked, and lip nibbled his way up her calf to the back of her knee, and then her thigh. She was moaning with desire and frustration. No man had ever treated her this way; had ever taken this much time to get to the point. She loved and hated it at the same time. Didn't he know she needed to be fucked?

The atmosphere was redolent with the scent of aroused female flesh. David's mouth moved closer and closer to the source. He crawled up onto the bed between Julia's legs (finally! She thought). David grabbed her legs behind the knees and lifted them up over his shoulders. He slid forward, his large hands cupping her ass as he kissed and licked his way closer and closer. Julia was squirming in his grasp attempting to close the distance to his mouth begging for the touch that would send her crashing over the edge.