Sorority Pledge Ch. 02

The man grinned, "Well, let's enjoy each other's company this evening - tonight. Then we'll make more formal introductions. In the morning, I'll let you in on some important information." Then he asked, "Can I get you anything to drink?"

Hillary, staying with her beverage of choice for the evening asked, "Do you have any Riesling?"

Nate smiled, "Ah, a girl after my own heart." He asked, "Will a 2009 Keller G-Max be suitable?"

Hillary gasped in surprise. Bottles of the 2009 vintage G-Max were selling in the neighborhood of $3000 to $3500. It was a collector's vintage. She asked Nate, "Why on earth would you open a bottle of '09 Keller'?"

Nate grinned, "Ah, you know your wine, young lady! I would open it to celebrate making your acquaintance, that's why." Then he said in a dismissing tone, "It's not a big deal. I have three more bottles. I can spare the one."

Hillary smiled demurely, "Well, if you're willing to open it, I'm certainly willing to have a glass."

Nate shook his head, "Glass? If I open the bottle, we will enjoy it to the last drop." Then he smiled, "I can't think of more pleasant company to share a nice bottle of Keller with." The man called out, "George! The 2009 Keller, please!"

The butler stepped into the room, "Are you sure sir? That's an exceptional vintage."

Nate smiled at the venerable geriatric servant and said, "Yes George, I have a special guest tonight. One who cost me a 100 grand, just so I could get her to come pay me a visit." Turning back to Hillary, "You see Hillary; I don't get out much lately. The internet allows me to tend to business right here from the house."

Hillary asked a bit flippantly, "Okay Nate, how do you know my mother and me? Are you some kind of stalker?"

"Stalker? Heaven's no!" exclaimed the eccentric man. "Let's just say I have a vested interest for now. I'll make it plain for you before you head home." They both looked up as George returned with chilled glasses of a pale yellow wine. As he served his employer and his guest, Nate continued, "Let me say, I have a reason for having you here tonight, other than for the obvious purpose.

"I know I won the bid, but I will allow you to bow out of your obligation if you so wish. But, if you are willing, I would really like to see where the evening leads. After all, 100 grand is a lot of money, I'm sure the Shriners will be pleased with it."

Hillary sipped her wine and commented, "This has a wonderful taste and bouquet!" The wine had the most interesting taste of any dry Riesling she had ever savored. Then continuing to evaluate her situation, she said, "Well, as they say, it's your dime. I honor my contracts, Mr..." She didn't feel anywhere as cavalier as she sounded. Inside, she was a bundle of nerves; anxiety threatened to overwhelm her.

Nate didn't bite. He ignored her obvious request for his last name. He grinned, "Wonderful! I'm looking forward to our evening, more than you would possibly know." Standing and grabbing his glass, Nate asked, "Would you mind terribly accompanying me to my bed suite?" He offered Hillary his arm.

During their conversation Hillary had been evaluating her evening's companion. He seemed to be very charming as well as pleasing to the eye. He was nicely built, much like Peter. Obviously, the man did something to keep in shape. She was beginning to relax somewhat, but she still harbored a lingering inner dread. Nate didn't seem the type to be into BDSM or some other weird fetish, at least as far as she could tell.

Hillary tried one more time to pry some information out of him as she put her arm though his. As he led her towards the door, she asked, "So, how do you know my mother?"

Nate gave her a beaming smile and said, "Let's just say for now that she and I were lovers many years ago. Back before she let all the wealth go to her head. What dear old Julia doesn't realize, is she can't take it with her when her number's up. She'll get the same small piece of real-estate in the end that everyone else gets. Maybe she'll sleep under a larger sculptured rock, but dead is dead all the same."

As Nate led her down the hall, Hillary wondered why the man became so morbid all of a sudden. Changing the subject, she asked, "So, you belong to Alpha Lambda Zeta?"

Nate grimaced, the first break in his charming façade. He stated, "Yes, I plead guilty to belonging to that dreadful organization. I've never met a match for the appalling bunch of reprobates and degenerates that belong to the so called fraternal order. Of course, here I am, leading a barely legal, beautiful, very blond, young woman down the hall to my lair. Maybe I belong with that crowd more than I admit." With those words, the pair stepped into a very large, lavishly decorated bedroom.

Nate invited Hillary to have a seat on the settee. After she was comfortably settled, the man sat down next to her. He took her hand looked into her eyes. Hillary noted that the man's eyes sparkled with both mischief and something more. Was it admiration? There was definitely lust there. She was happy to see a look of approval. Was the longing she saw for her body, or was it something more? She had so many questions she wished to ask to appease her curiosity, but they really didn't need to be asked under the circumstances.

The man had bought the rights to her body for the night, and she would honor the arrangement. Honoring contracts was something her father had drilled into both Peter's and her head over and over again. Instead of love, Hillary got contract law from her father. She considered it a bad deal.

Nate and she exchanged trivial bits of information about themselves as they finished their wine. As their glasses emptied, Nate called for George to refill their glasses. After pouring the glasses full, Nate dismissed the older man. "George, I don't think I'll need you again this evening. Feel free to take off."

George smiled and said, "Yes sir. If you do find yourself in need of anything, anything at all, I'll be in my room."

Nate smiled fondly as his eyes followed the old man as he wandered out the door of the bedroom. Nate sighed, "I don't know what I did to deserve such a loyal and faithful companion. George is a wonderful person, Hillary."

Hillary found it odd for Nate to have such a fondness for hired help. She thought, 'Well, to each their own.'

As the couple talked, Nate drank from his left hand. Hillary noted that his right was conspicuously on her leg, just above her knee. He would tap her knee to emphasize points in their conversation.

He told her how the old mansion had been in the family for well over a century, how it had been built by an early ancestor, going into its construction. He told her that the back of the house had a wonderful view out between the islands and out onto the ocean. On a good day, he said you could see ships passing out on the horizon. He added, "Remind me to take you out back in the morning and show you the view. It's fantastic."

Hillary announced, "I need to get back early in the morning. I have classes."

Nate frowned and suggested, "Why don't you plan of skipping classes, at least your early ones. You will probably want to sleep in in the morning. Plus, it will give us a chance to discuss the real reason I have you out here."

Hillary hated the no knowing what this man was withholding from her. He kept teasing her with the true reason she was there, obviously it wasn't just for the sex. The looks that Nate was giving her, told her the sex was important to the man; she could tell he wanted her. What tugged at her mind was what was so important that it made having her in his bed for the night just a side show?

The conversation stopped, the glasses were empty, Hillary had a nice buzz going from the expensive wine, and Nate was just sitting, studying her face. She was sure the man was ready to start the show. A minute later, her observation proved true when Nate slowly moved his lips towards hers.

At first, the man just grazed her lips. Then after a pause, he came back for seconds. Finding no resistance, he returned for the full feast. After several minutes, as Hillary got used to kissing the stranger, she found herself enjoying kissing Nate. After several more minutes, she found herself wrapped arm in arm with the man, kissing him fervently. Hillary thought to herself, 'Wow, I'm such a slut. I'm getting all worked up in a stranger's arms. Oh well, go with it girl.' She was enjoying the hell out of snogging with the older man.

Hillary began to tremble as Nate slipped his tongue in between her lips. Peter was the first boy she ever French kissed with. With him, she discovered she completely enjoyed it with the right partner. Nate was more than satisfactory to enjoy the dance of tongues with.

Nate reached to Hillary's front and pulled her vest away from her chest and off her shoulders. Since the room was warm, and being inside Nate's arms was even warmer, she wasn't going to miss the heavy wool garment. She was sure it wasn't the only piece of clothing she was about to lose.

Nate took the time to pull off his evening jacket after divesting Hillary of her vest. He wanted Hillary naked and into his bed in the worst way. Julia, Hillary's mother, had been a beautiful woman, but she paled in comparison to the girl. He had the mother in his youth, and now he would have her daughter in his middling years. He was so glad he had the time and the health to enjoy such an angel.

Nate broke the kiss and whispered, "I loved the way you dressed tonight. I'm so glad you didn't go for one of those bawdy costumes like so many of the girls like to wear."

Hillary couldn't help herself thinking of the little Miss Bo Peep like costume her friend and roommate, Sherlyn, wore for the evening. Hillary had swapped rooms the night before with Peter's help. Hillary loathed the idea of dressing as provocatively as some of the women had done, not in front of several hundred men at least.

Hillary learned a lesson from the auction, it wasn't the bows and ribbons that excited the boys, it was unwrapping the present. Her dress accentuated what she had underneath, without showing her like so much meat. She had been dressed like so many of the men's office assistants, they figured that Hillary offered the tryst with a girl like the one that worked for them.

Nate started to nuzzle Hillary's neck. The girl felt herself tremble as Nate found her right ear with his mouth. He sucked on her ear lobe and kissed behind her ear. All of it was causing her ardor to grow. Then he ran the tip of his tongue lightly along the inside curves of her ear. Instead of being grossed out like with a 'wet willy' she relished the sensation. Her pussy started to moisten up from the eroticism of the moment.

As Nate continued to plant wet kisses on her neck and under her chin, his fingers were busy unbuttoning Hillary's silky feeling blouse. She loved rayon, it was so soft, yet such a sturdy cloth. One button at a time, Nate had her entire front open, which was just fine with Hillary. She wanted to feel everything as the man moved down from her neck to make love to her breasts.

The man kissed down her neck and onto her shoulders ever so slowly. As he liberally planted kisses on Hillary's bare skin, he undid his own shirt. Once unbuttoned, he first removed his own shirt, and then he pulled Hillary's out from the waist band of her skirt, so he could slip the garment off her arms. This left Hillary naked from the waist up.

When Hillary dressed for the evening, she saw no need for a bra, knowing she would just have to take it off. She wore the vest to prevent giving men a peep show through the translucent white cloth of her blouse.

Nate took several seconds to pull his sleeveless undershirt over his head. He pulled Hillary back against him as his mouth found hers again. Her neck and shoulders temporarily abandoned. He loved the way the young woman kissed; she gave herself over to it, letting it consume her consciousness. This was heady stuff for the 36 year old widower. What he especially liked was the feel of the girl's naked, hard nipples and warm breasts pressed up against his bare chest.

As they resumed kissing, Nate pulled the girl to her feet. They stood in each other's arms, hands finding each other's bodies. Nate pulled the clasp open to Hillary's skirt allowing the garment to sit loosely on the shapely curves of her hips. With the waistband of her outer garment loosed, Nate reached inside the back of her skirt, his fingers darting under the waistband of her panties as he found hands full of naked butt cheeks.

Hillary moaned into the man's mouth as she felt his hands slide inside her panties to massage her cheeks. She absolutely loved having her butt kneaded like bread dough. Hillary could feel herself start to drip as her passion grew. She knew the panel to her panties had to be soaked from her prodigious flow of juices.

Nate broke the kiss for the second time and returned to do another cursory job on her neck, only this time his destination was her chest. He had to have one of those luscious hard pink nipples in his mouth. It was like he had stepped into a time machine and was back with the girl's mother, whom as a girl had the same light pink nipples at the time.

Taking his time, to make sure Hillary was getting the ultimate enjoyment from his kisses, Nate finally was rewarded with beautiful goose bumped skin, and he delighted with a hard pink nipple between his lips.

With the attention Nate was giving her titties, Hillary would have sworn that she was frothing between her legs like a rabid wolf. She knew that her secretions didn't amount to that much, but in her passion, it was enough to keep her panties wet, giving her that cool sensation between her legs as the air circulated up underneath her skirt. To intensify the feeling, she reached down and unzipped it and let it drop down over her hips. Now more air could circulate between her legs cooling the wet panel of her panties.

She was standing nearly naked in front of the stranger, and she didn't care a whit. The man was an amazing lover; he rivaled Peter. Nate was sucking on one nipple and then the other; he used a free hand to massage the other breast while he suckled. Hillary stood in front of the man, holding his head; she had hands full of hair in her fingers. She knew she should be using them to explore the man's tight body, but she was enjoying his love making of her breast too much to peel her attention away.

After several long minutes of loving her boobs, Hillary felt Nate move down. She felt him plant warm, wet kisses on the bottoms of her small globes, and then he kissed down onto her ribs. He slowly lowered himself down to his knees as he kissed her around her diaphragm, all along the edge of her ribcage. Since Peter had done this to her several times now, Hillary moaned and trembled, knowing what was in store for her.

Nate dropped to his knees as he kissed her smooth hard abdomen. He enjoyed the warmth of her naked skin. Her belly was as soft as could be over her taught muscles. At this point, he could smell Hillary's wonderful musky smell wafting up from her panties. He had one hand up inside the band of her panties back onto her firm cheeks. The other had drifted down between her legs, and was enjoying the feel of the silky insides of her thighs.

Nate compared the figure of this angel of delight to the earlier version of the British super model, Kate Moss. Only Nate thought Hillary's face was more desirable. Although he loved Kate's body, her face just wasn't to his liking. Hillary, on the other hand, was spot on the money.

Hillary enjoyed the sensations of Nate's kisses on her tummy. She was feeling more than a little aroused; she could feel the pressure, the butterflies, and the growing need up inside her vagina. She was amazed that yet another stranger could cause her to be so titillated. Of course, Peter wasn't a stranger; she just thought he was at the time.

Hillary looked down her body, beyond her naked breasts, to watch Nate slip fingers inside the waist band of her panties. She watched as he slowly started tugging them down over her hips, his mouth following them down. He kissed the lower reaches of her tummy, and then he kissed into her blond thatch of pubic hair. She watched him disappear over the crest her mons and down between her legs as her panties were pulled down her legs. She was amazed with the view of Nate's face between her legs, how his nosed was snug inside a blanket of her blond pubic hair. She gasped and moaned as his mouth moved over the top of her cleft. He began his feast by kissing her pussy lips, or as much of them as he could with the difficult angle.

Nate's mouth was making it hard for Hillary's legs to keep her erect. Her legs were trembling so much.

Nate, noticing Hillary was becoming unstable, kept his mouth cupped over her marvelous pinkness as he wrapped his arms around her, under her butt cheeks. He lifted the girl's 110 pound frame up as he stood, lifting her far into the air. The tall 12 foot ceilings in the room prevented her from hitting her head. He carried her to his bed and gently deposited her on top of the bedspread. As soon as he had her on her back, he resumed exploring her lips, inside and out, flicking his tongue, sucking with his lips.

Hillary groaned, moaned, and sighed as Nate's tongue filtered through her labia. She felt him pull them into his mouth as he sorted them out with his tongue. Her passion was on red alert; she was about as aroused as a girl could get without having an explosive orgasm.

She savored the feel of his tongue as he stuck it way up inside her honey hole. Her vagina ached to have it sink even deeper. What Nate's tongue lacked in penetration, he made up for with kinetic energy. With his tongue up inside her vaginal canal as far as he could stick it, he began to wiggle it inside her. The man was rewarded as Hillary's hips began to writhe as if she was being tickled. The tip of his nose was riding up inside her clitoral hood; her heady smell teased his nostrils. Eating this angel's pussy was the most enjoyable thing that he had done in a long, long time. Probably since his wife, Angelique, died 10 years ago.

Hillary gasped out, "Oh fuck! That feels fantastic!" She felt Nate pull his tongue out of her hole, to be replaced by a couple of wetted fingers. He slid them up inside her tummy as he began to finger fuck her. Hillary moaned as she pulled her knees towards her chest, allowing this stranger deeper access to her vagina.

Nathan continued to finger her as his mouth moved up her lips. She felt him form a seal over her clitoral hood; his tongue began to break dance on her swollen bud. Nathan knew from experience with women, that Hillary was really close to cumming. So he turned his fingers up to massage her 'G' spot as he sucked and licked her swollen clitoris. He was a real junky when it came to girl cum; he wanted Hillary to cum and cum again so he could suck up her sweet pussy juice afterwards.

Hillary felt it coming. She could feel the pressure build inside her vagina, the tickle in her tummy; she could feel the tips of her nipples tingling. Then it happened. Her vagina clamped down on Nate's fingers and then it began to spasmodically contract and release as wave after wave of pure delight shot up through her tummy, and out into the rest of her body. More waves of passion poured down through her thighs causing them to tremble and jerk. It was magnificent, just as strong as some of the orgasms Pete conjured up.

Hillary's body, with a seemingly mind of its own, curled up on its own like she was doing crunches. Then she snapped back arching her back as she thrashed her head from side to side. She howled out, unable to contain her verbal response. She moaned, gasped, hummed, grunted and giggled as the sharp orgasmic pleasure tore through her essence. She was in pure ecstasy.