Pasha on the Playa Pt. 02

I patted the tight behind gently and she relaxed. "This is not good position for talking business," she muttered.

Four women talked quietly in Russian. I said, kneading her bottom, "Alisa, will you be a friend to my ladies? Help them with life in Truckee? When the house is done, we all need jobs."

She turned over and tried to sit up, but Elena placed a pillow under her head and said to stay still.

She spoke to them in soft Russian. Maya translated, "She says already friends. Wants to help."

I said, "She will be Dancer to us. Let's have lunch and talk about survey."

The meal was very cheery. Afterwards, I brought in the house plans from Superior and we laid them with the property map. I pointed to the place we had liked for the house.

"Yes. Have to be careful to stay far enough from the rocks to put in footing without blasting. Hard to get blasting permit from county."

She wrapped her arms around Elena and Katerina and asked, "It's ok if I flirt with Plumber? He calls me Dancer and is very nice."

My women dragged Alisa to the opposite end of the room and spoke in very rapid Russian, with shaking heads and waving arms. After a minute, kissing and hugging started, and they returned to the table where I was standing with the maps.

Maya said, in her stern mother's voice. "It is decided."

Sounded like trouble. "What is decided?"

"Alisa has P.E. certificate, so will be new architect/engineer for our project. She will take permit application to county. County likes P.E. Solves problems for them."

"That's wonderful. Do I get to give her a hug?"

"She says reward is sleeping in same bed with you and us."

Maya had an arm around my neck and a firm grip on my hair. "Plumber is to behave. No beating Dancer."

I took Alisa's hand and moved to the middle of the room. Standing and giving her a ballet dancer's opening move. Her eyes widened and she began a practice routine which I followed as best I could, remembering lessons from my youth in Minneapolis. Her eyes gestured upward and I nodded. Even with tee shirt and jeans, she looked fabulous perched up there on my hands.

The Petrov's clapped wildly. Alisa kissed me and cried on my shoulder. "Plumber! How did you know? Now I really do love you!"

Before we realized what was going on, Alisa had rescheduled two appointments for the afternoon, gathered up her surveying gear, left her brother a note, and was racing out of the house to the pickup.

Maya and I held hands in the front seats while the twins and Dancer wiggled around in the back on the tiny jump seats. I detoured to Doug's place to get the key to the gate.

On the lot, Alisa kept four helpers dashing here and there with targets and stakes and line. By sundown, the house site was staked and strung, and all of the survey information for the site map was in Alisa's computer.

Late in the game, I discovered that I wasn't driving Alisa back to town, she was staying the night in the truck. It was chilly and I broke out the bourbon. She perched on my knee and very seriously said, "Marty, this is not the night I am promised. That will be part of house warming celebration for finished cabin." She smiled and kissed me.

I had a sudden thought and walked us away from the dinner area. She took my arm and pushed me against a large tree. A full body press and flaming kiss later, she said, "Yes?"

"The big truck has to go back to Reno tomorrow. The women deserve a tour of the town. What if I get two rooms at the Majestic and we stay the night. I will pay and you will take Russian ladies to fine store and buy nice dresses for night out. You get one too."

She was breathless, "Oooh, so very fine idea. Women will be excited. Will you dance with me?"

"Yes, but must share carefully. Not good for you to get too much attention."

"I know. Terrible beatings if I misbehave." She pressed me again for another hot kiss. Suddenly, the others were there, making unhappy noises.

Alisa exploded in a volley of Russian, leading us back to the dinner table. Smiles were breaking out.

"Marty! Fantastic idea! Alisa will show us clubs and gambling!"

Maya was leaning on me. "Plumber, we must fix hair, no? We have to go to spa?"

I pulled her away from the others. "You are wondering why I am spending money on you when we need it here."

She kissed me and said in very quiet voice, "Young women need some fun, but you are right about money."

I kissed the side of her face and whispered, "Professors need fun too." My hand grazed her tight bottom.

"I have a confession to make. Marty has a trust fund. Grandfather was rich. Told me to use it well."

She faced me and pulled hard on my ears. "So trust fund not for house, but ok to spend on party for girlfriends?" She smiled and kissed me wetly. I held her tight.

She called the twins and Alisa. "This one told us big lie. Must be punished. Requires many kisses."

Three faces looked mystified. "Talk to Maya, but not right now."

Alisa and I sat next to each other at the table. I said quietly to her, "Maya says Russian ladies need spa and hair treatments to look their best. Can you arrange that too?"

She squeezed my hand under the table, "Marty, American girls would call you a sugar daddy. Better be careful."

I whispered in her ear, "I am going to kiss you, and you are going to slap my face."

With her eyes wide in the lantern light, and lips pursed, she was captivating. I leaned just my face forward and kissed her tenderly. Everyone's gaze was on us.

The slap was very loud. "Plumber, behave. Pay attention to your women."

I went to Elena and Katerina and said, "I'm sorry. I promise to stop flirting with Alisa."

I tried to kiss them, but got a shake of the head and "Nyet. Must be punished." Their eyes were fierce but their lips were curled in tiny smiles. I did penance by washing dishes. The women had dish towels flying, with hip bumps at me.

Maya disappeared and returned with playing cards. "Marty, we will play Russian game of bridge. You watch."

They were very good and very competitive. Lots of shouting and clapping. No one kept score but I could see that Maya was the best player. I was feeling loving and wondering what was going to happen at bed time with a new woman joining us.

The moon was up and we took a walk before turning in. The new fleeces were on. There were complaints about no hats, and Alisa said she would help them find some tomorrow.

There were complaints also about peeing in the bushes. And no hot water except what could be done on the stove. I said, "Terrible, just terrible what decent women have to endure here in the wild west."

Alisa was bemused by the idea of one male and four female bodies on the giant mattress as we undressed in the truck by the light of a lantern. "Really? All of us in there?"

What she didn't know was that my women had whispered in my ear that my 'punishment' was to give Dancer the best sex she had ever had, with them watching and participating. I was in my shorts, worrying about providing the best sex of her life to a glamorous woman as her topless body turned in the light. I held out my hand and she stepped into me, warm skin on warm skin.

"Plumber, I am beginning to see why these women like sleeping with you." I picked her up and lay down, just the two of us, in the middle. The others decided naked was necessary and edged along our sides, providing warmth and encouragement. I pulled Dancer into my front, one hand covering her modest breast. My tongue licked the back of her neck.

"Marty, are you supposed to be making out with me? I thought the twins demanded punishment?"

Elena kissed me, and Katarina kissed Alisa. "Is big secret, but we told him not to wait for night in finished cabin."

My fingers worked their way downwards and inside the panties she still wore. "Marty, I keep saying 'really'? Is this really...?"

"Yes, right here in the truck, in the woods, you are going to have loving..." Maya's words were soft but emphatic, followed by more in Russian.

My hand eased off the panties and found a warm, wet pussy. Elena was taking away my shorts and squeezing my hard cock. The twins were whispering to her in Russian also. The body in my arms was twitching and shaking. Maya was pulling my hair and chewing on my ear.

She was tight but very lubricated. Her throat made little noises and said, as I easily entered her, "Oh Marty, you are so good in me."

The twins sat on their knees in the dim light and asked, "Is that better?"

Alisa arched up at me, "Do they always talk so much? Am I supposed to scream and shout?"

Everyone went silent, except Alisa, who was receiving a harder and harder pounding. "No, no, no, aieee!" She came, and slumped back. But the big cock didn't stop and didn't come. I stroked firmly into her slim frame, and she responded.

"Oh, I've never..." She climaxed again and the muscled legs kicked toward the sky before falling around my waist. I turned us over and raised her body to find those special tits. Maya was behind her, massaging the neck and shoulders, running fingers up and down her sides and around the boobs.

This time she did scream. A full throated yell that got me off instantly. Suddenly, she was sitting on a fountain of hot come filling her cunt. "Oh, oh, oh."

The women dragged her away with kisses and licks and a damp towel between her legs.

Maya reminded me I wasn't done by claiming my still hard cock for herself. The grin on her face as she rode me like a cowgirl brought a smile and a laugh to my face. I licked her hand. "Was that ok?"

She leaned very close and said, "You have another girlfriend. Very special girlfriend."

I hugged her and we relaxed on pillows to watch the other three, who were twined around each other, mumbling indistinctly.

"Come here and stay warm, you will freeze out there." Mother's voice was stern.

There was a lovely smell of sex under the covers. I could cuddle a long time with this harem.

They pushed Alisa on top of me. She put her head down on my chest and made little noises and twitched. I ran my fingers up and down her spine.

"Marty, is it ok if you have another girlfriend? Can the twins punish you like that every night?"

Sleep was taking us and the giggles trailed off.

In the morning, Alisa and I were alone when coffee arrived. "You get extra time. Only today. Soon we have to empty truck and go." Maya's smile was bright. Alisa got a nice caress and a kiss. "We are so happy to find you, Dancer."

Alisa sat up and reached for Mama. "Oh, this is wonderful. So special. So loving. And new boyfriend!"

"You don't mind sharing with other Russian women?"

"Nyet!" She fell back into my arms, laughing.

When we were alone, she whispered, "Marty, I completely lost it with you last night. Never, never have I had loving like that. I don't even know how many times I came!"

"Dancer, it is like Maya says, we are lucky to have found you. Kiss me."

cont'd in Part 3 - Trouble in Truckee