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CHAPTER TWELVE
THE MAN AT THE MOTEL

Randi's thoughts of Alex and herself didn't take up her whole day. She got into cleaning the house again and soon she was lost in her work.

Around noon she stopped for a cold drink and while she sat at the kitchen table her thoughts wandered back over the past several days.

What came abruptly to her mind was the book seller who had stumbled onto her and the fuck session they had shared. Randi wondered where he was and if he was still in town. Would he like to see me again? she mused. More for the hell of it than for any other reason, she reached for the telephone and the directory. She ran her finger down the listing until she came to the Airport Inn. She dialed the number and asked simply for the magazine salesman because she did not know his name. Oddly, the desk clerk knew exactly who she meant and Randi thought she detected a slight snicker when the clerk told her he knew who she wanted. The line buzzed and clicked, and then there was a ringing at the other end.

Randi really did not expect an answer so she was a little surprised when the phone was answered. She recognized the voice at once.

"Hello," said a sleepy voice.

"Pardon me," Randi began. "This is Mrs. Wallace. I met you a couple of days ago when you came to my house. Do you remember me?"

"Yes, I do!" The voice was no longer sleepy. Now he sounded wide awake.

"Well," she said, "I hope you won't think me terribly forward for calling you but I so thoroughly enjoyed our time together that I thought I would call and invite you over for lunch."

"Mrs. Wallace, I'd love to come for lunch. And I accept your invitation; but only on one condition. You see I just took a new job and I'd like to show you around my new place of employment," he told her.

Randi readily agreed to his condition and they set their luncheon for noon.

Just before they hung up Randi remembered to ask the handsome, older man's name.

"I'm Leslie," he said. "Just plain Les will do."

Randi rushed about getting lunch ready. She fixed tiny ham sandwiches and she had several kinds of cold finger foods, chips and dip and she put several cans of been in ice as well as a bottle of wine. She sat out the blended whiskeys and mixes and two highball glasses. When everything was ready she showered and dressed for the occasion.

Her choice of clothing this day was a tube top and very short shorts. She thought for a moment about what kind of shoes to wear and decided against any. Her long, curvy legs were going to serve to entice Les back into her bed. And, the bare feet would signal him to be more than just casual. She wanted him to feel at home.

At five minutes till twelve Randi heard the knock at her door and she hurried to let her guest in.

"Les. It's good to see you again. And thank you of coming over on such short notice." Randi was a cordial hostess.

Today Les looked somewhat different than he had the first day that they met and Randi couldn't tell exactly what it was about him that seemed changed. Finally, she asked him what was different.

"Oh, for my new employer's benefit I've colored my hair. The grey is all gone. All of it," he said.

In answer to her inquiry, Les stood up and removed his shirt. There wasn't a single hair left on his thick body. Now his muscles stood out clearly because there was no longer any greying body hair to camouflage his contours.

Randi was surprised at the change. In fact, he looked even better. His age was concealed and his looked a good ten or fifteen years younger.

"Is that the extent of your change?" she asked.

Again his answer was non-verbal. Now he kicked off his loafers and dropped his pants. The surprise this time was in seeing that he had removed every bit of body hair. From his neck to his ankles, Les was totally nude. Not a single hair remained.

Not only was he hairless, his skin seemed to shine with the recent scrubbings and shaves he'd had. Randi sat and stared, dumbfounded.

Les moved close to her and told her, "You can touch and feel if you like."

She could hardly contain herself and she was eager to run her hands over him. His body was no longer that of an aging man. He was restored in appearance to youthfulness and vitality.

Her familiar leaking began right away. Randi knew that the wetness she began to feel in her too-tight shorts meant that she would soon be ready to fuck.

She wiggled around on her seat and tried to keep Les from seeing the wetness appearing on the fabric of her shorts.

"Perhaps you would like for me to strip also?" Randi asked.

"Yes. I would like that. I'd like to see you naked again. But more than that. I'd like to have our lunch before we get too carried away. Can we eat… nude?" Les's question was answered the same way he had answered Randi. She stood and peeled off her tight two pieces of clothing and stood just as naked as he.

"There. Much better," he told her. "Let's eat."

Randi served their meal with trembling hands. She was hot and she wanted to get down to the business of sex but she was going to do as her guest requested.

The lunch took the better part of an hour and during that time they talked of many things. Finally Randi said, "Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot to ask about your new career. What is your new line of work?"

"I, Mrs. Wallace, am the new manager and director for Fantasyland," Les told her.

"Whatever is Fantasyland?" Randi asked in all innocence.

"Fantasyland is a nudist resort where a man or woman can get anything they want in the way of earthly delights." With his explanation, Les grasped his big cock and stroked it a couple of times to emphasize the meaning of his statement.

In spite of her eagerness and desire for sex, Randi was momentarily shocked. She loved the sight of Les with his cock in his hand but it was an even hotter sight now that he was so completely naked.

"I don't know that I understand exactly what you mean," Randi told him.

"Fantasyland is a motel with a motto of No-Tell. If anyone is adult, freely entering the premises, liberal in their concepts and willing in the attitudes, we will see to their needs. There are, of course, limitations. We do not provide deviations."

"We simply allow healthy men and women to fulfill their fantasies with no fear of exposure to an indifferent world." Les continued to hold his cock but he'd stopped stroking himself because he didn't want to get too close to coming.

"I've never heard of the place," Randi said.

"Well, let's go see it, shall we?" Les stood and reached for Randi's hand. He pulled her to her feet and held her hand in his. He stopped only long enough to retrieve his car keys from his pants and then he walked Randi to the back door.

"Where are we going? What are you doing?" she asked.

"You may have noticed that I parked in your driveway, all the way in the rear of your yard. That is so we can go from the house to the car without your neighbors seeing that neither of us are dressed. We go naked. Everyone is naked at Fantasyland." Les was smiling as he explained his intentions to Randi.

Randi wasn't too sure about this turn of events. She definitely wanted to be with Les. And she liked to run around in the nude too but she didn't know if they could actually drive somewhere, naked, without being seen.

When Les gave no indication of changing his mind, Randi went along with him. She was getting too turned on to say no so she allowed him to lead the way and she followed in anticipation of what was to come.

They made it to the car with no one around to see them. Randi noticed that the act of walking outside, perhaps the risk involved, made Les erect. His cock stood straight out from his body. With no hair at the base of the long thick cock it appeared longer than she remembered it. The foreskin was drawn back and the head looked like a small red apple.

Randi was intently aware of the tingly feelings in her vulva. She itched to reach down to her clit and rub herself but she already was dripping and she knew that any contact with the sensitive tissue was courting disaster unless they were actually going to get it on. She resisted the urge.

Les carried on a perfectly normal conversation as they drove across town to the freeway entrance. Other drivers that they passed didn't seem to notice that the two people in the car had no clothing on. Randi had slumped a little so that her luscious breasts would not be too apparent to other motorists.

Now and then see would look over at Les and she realized that in spite of his casual demeanor, he was extremely excited by what they were doing for he maintained his hard on for the whole trip.

When at length they turned off the highway and followed the dirt road into the desert Randi asked if they were getting close.

"That depends on what you mean by getting close, Mrs. Wallace. I'm so close now that I could get off with just two or three strokes on this thing of mine. If you mean are we getting near to Fantasyland, yes we are. We'll be there in just a few minutes."

Les's cock was standing perpendicular, straight up from his lap and his sitting position put pressure on the muscles that ran under his balls which caused his cock to extend to it's farthest extremes.

Randi was literally dripping and she had located a towel in the back seat of the car which she had wadded up and stuffed under herself to try to absorb some of the fluids. She didn't want to leave a stain in the upholstery of the car.

When they crested the hill and saw before them an old motel Les said, "There it is. Fantasyland. Nudism. Sexuality. Fun in the sun. Sex. Hot videos. Singles, doubles, you name it. If it's clean and safe, we'll do it."

Randi was really getting hot now. The excitement of what she was doing and the potential for incredible sex was making her shake.

They parked in a protected parking area and when they walked from the car to the entrance they did not have to worry about being seen by nosey neighbors. Everyone in the parking area was naked too. There were people of every description. Some were just leaving, some were just arriving. All of them were naked and they were exciting to see.

Les guided Randi into the main building and they stopped briefly at the front desk where there a couple of dozen naked men and women milling about.

While Les spoke with he desk clerks, Randi took in the sights. She had never seen so much flesh in her life. Even in her wildest, lewdest dreams and fantasies she had never imagined such goings on. She only regretted that she had not known of this place before.

When Les completed his business at the desk they began their tour of the adult resort.

They passed from the registration area into a pool and sun deck. There were couples actually engaged in sex in full view of other men and women. The single thing that most attracted Randi's attention was that it was strictly man to woman. Nothing else was happening.

Next they entered a large video room. There was a big screen television and it was showing a X-rated video. In the video Randi saw a beautiful woman sitting astride a handsome man and each time the woman on the screen raised her butt up a little Randi could see a long, thick, sloppy wet cock. She could see the wet stuff that flowed from the actress to run down and over the actor's balls. The people in this room about sat about in singles and couples. All the viewers held their attention strictly to the performance of the video actors while they all masturbated themselves.

The sights were enough to make Randi want to indulge herself too, but Les had other sights yet to show her. They walked on and the next area they came to was a giant massage room. There were padded tables all around the room and in the dim blue lights Randi could see various sizes and shapes of men and women lying on the tables. At each table there were anywhere from one to four people doing the massages. Again, the sight was so hot to Randi that she wanted very much to participate.

Les seemed to understand that she was getting aroused and he spoke to her in soft tones, "Just hold on while we do the tour Mrs. Wallace. I want to get you all hot and bothered before we fuck. Hell, look at me. I'm ready to come right now too but I want to make the entire tour before we get down to the business of taking care of each other sexually."

Randi could only nod her head. She wondered what more there was to see.

They walked out the back door of the massage room into the bright sunlight again. This time they faced a row of cabins that tourists in times past had used to rest in. Now the cabins were converted into sex pads. Each one had a large color television and the antenna wires were connected to a bank of video players in the office complex. There were videos being played for the benefit of the cabin occupants that were of almost every conceivable kind of sex that was clean and safe.

Les explained that they provided a valued service to some people who were not able to locate actual sex partners. They could come here and for a small fee, enjoy the privacy of the cabin, and they could get off alone while they watched the videos. He went on to explain that it had been determined that the incident of sex offenses was decreased because some of the people who had previously been frustrated, now were able to provide themselves the gratification that they otherwise might not have had.

At last they came to a big building that looked like an old hunting lodge. It was a two story structure made of logs and it was a rambling building extending almost sixty feet in length.

The rooms of this building were not like those of a hotel. The old lodge had been gutted and the rooms rebuilt into large, wall to wall rooms all connected by a single hallway. In other words, one had to pass through each room, not around them.

Les and Randi wandered through the rooms. Randi remained very close to Les. In the first room they came to a very tall, thin, blonde couple. Both the man and the woman were attractive. They were bent over a video monitor playing a video game of an adult nature.

At their feet, a dark skinned couple, probably of East Indian descent were engaged in copulation. They were fucking as though there was no one else within miles of them. The couple playing the video game paid no attention to the couple on the floor and the couple on the floor was oblivious to the others.

Randi and Les stood and watched for a few moments until the couple got off and then they walked on.

They entered another room and they saw before them two naked, very beautiful people. The man was the kind that one would expect to see in a muscle magazine and the woman was like a New York model. Both stood in poses on table tops, immobile except for their breathing. Around them stood twenty or so people who were cheering on the artists who were painting their bodies. The hunk was being painted by a fat lady and the sexy woman was being painted by an old man.

Finally, they found the stairs that would lead to the second floor. The first room they came to was occupied. There were four naked people locked into passionate couplings in the big bed. Randi would have gladly joined them. Again, they stood and watched for a while until Les tugged at her hand again and they moved to the next room. There they encountered another foursome except that only the two women were busy with each other. The men stood on each side of the bed and watched.

Finally, when Randi thought she could not hold out any longer, they came to an empty room with an empty bed. She pushed Les onto the bed. He lay sprawled on his back and she lowered herself into a kneeling position between his legs. He responded with every nerve fiber to the flutterings of her fingers on his cock. She leaned forward and licked his throat, she kissed his forehead and blew softly into his ears. Lowering herself she nibbled across his chest and then worked further down on his body. She avoided contact with the big stiff cock except to let her long hair drag over it.

When Les reached the point where he could stand no more and was ready to pull Randi down onto the bed and fuck her soundly, she raised up and then straddled him.

Slowly, practically a centimeter at a time, she lowered herself onto the massive organ. Now hairless, it felt as good as it looked. When Les's cock was all the way inside of Randi she threw her head back and let go with a low animal cry. Then she bent forward and began to ride him.

Their lovemaking lasted a long time in spite of their recent sex-viewing and the level of their arousal. They were both hot but they made their fuck session last. They needed to come but both managed to sustain themselves and to make it good for each other. Les lay as still as he could, letting Randi do the fucking the way that would pleasure her the most. When he came it was thunderous. He shot wad after wad deep into Randi and she gushed her creamy goo that ran in thick rivulets onto him. When their orgasms let up, their strengths left them like water running down a drain.

They napped for a time, woke, fucked once again in the same position and then they went downstairs to shower and swim. Randi couldn't believe it. Fantasyland. There really was such a place and fantasy, she knew, didn't have to exist just in the imagination anymore.