A Night At Indian Creek Estates by Sid Tucker "I have picked Cindy up and I am on my way back," the driver spoke quietly into the car phone as he looked at the streets signs, saying "I'm at Twentieth Avenue and US 1, about 15 to 20 minutes away." He hung the phone on the receiver and the sleek Towncar moved north toward Interstate 95. The driver and his passenger, drove in silence to Miami Beach. Twenty minutes later, the car's tires gave a slight squeal as they turned into the entrance to Khalid's Indian Creek estate. The chauffeur inserted his plastic card into the data collector causing the black gates to part allowing access to the fable home. The gray Lincoln limousine continued up the brick pavers to the main house. Cindy was newly divorced and her friend, Lara, convinced her that a little fun for money was the best way to build a future. Cindy finally agreed with Lara that her most marketable asset was her extraordinary beauty and she must use this splendor to survive. Lara insisted she go on this assignment, for Khalid Mustafa was rumored to be the wealthiest man in Miami, bountiful to his friends. "He wants someone beautiful and fresh and you are perfect for him," Lara had enthused to Cindy, adding with a wink, "for this is a very special assignment." "What does Khalid want done?" Cindy asked with concern in her voice. "Don't worry, Cindy, trust me," Lara answered, giving her friend's hand a gentle squeeze, "you will love this appointment." The limousine stopped by the side of the wide marble steps that led to the double art deco bronze doors. The chauffeur exited his side, rounding the automobile and opening Cindy's door, assisting her out. The driver pulled away leaving Cindy looking at the massive, richly decorated doors and thinking, I can leave right now. Then she quietly laughed, "You don't even have enough money for a taxi home." She strode up to the doors, squared her shoulders and rang the bell. Within seconds, a Butler opened the door and ushered her in to the library, just to the side of the expansive foyer. "May I get you a drink, Miss?" He asked politely. "No, thank you." "Please have a seat and I will inform Mr. Mustafa that you are here." Cindy sat on one of two wing chairs facing a massive wooden desk. She viewed the elegant room of leather books, large potted tropical plants and a prominent view of the Intercoastal Waterway. The room exuded a gentleman's refinement. A tall, strong, handsome man entered the library and walked to Cindy extending his hand, "I am Khalid Mustafa and you are Cindy, right?" Cindy shook his powerful grip, saying in a light voice, "Yes, I am Cindy Johnson." Khalid leaned back against the large wood desk and looked down at her. "Lara said I would be very happy with you, Cindy," he spoke to her in a light vibrant voice, "and I think I will be." Khalid stood and walked around the desk, removing his jacket and draping it over his chair. He wore his dark silk suit with ease. "Cindy, I need you to do many," he paused, as he sat, smiling at her, "pleasurable things, tonight," he leaned forward in his chair, "and you will be rewarded very well if you follow my instructions, do you understand?" "Yes, as long as you do not hurt me," Cindy stated hesitantly. "Of course, this night is very special to me," Khalid smiled as he continued, "please stand and undress for me. I assure you that you will be safe." Cindy stared at Khalid's sparkling eyes and slowly rose. She placed her purse on the chair, backing up to where he indicated on the oriental rug to the side of his desk. She reached behind her, unzipping her black silk dress. She hunched her shoulders and pulled the dress off, stepping out of the gossamer cloth and laying it on the chair. "You are magnificent, Cindy," Khalid beamed, as he looked in delight at her obvious charms, "you're tall." Yes, I am 5'9"," she beamed, proud of her height. "That's my son's height," he mentioned then speaking in a soft voice, "continue." She stood before him in expensive French lingerie. She carefully unhooked the long straps of her black lace garter belt, slowly rolling each sheer hosiery to the thick carpet then daintily stepping out of each hose. She languidly laid her stockings on the chair. She unhooked her garter belt, precisely laying it on top of her nylons. Her lovely breasts were swelling to his intense glaze as she reached behind her releasing her transparent brassiere. She laid the frilly garment with the rest of her clothes. Her nipples hardened from the sexual tension building in the air. "Come here, Cindy," he directed her to stand in front of his chair as he meticulously lowered her lacy v-cut brief, helping her step out of it. She placed her hands on her hips and faced him. She slowly turn around for him as he asked, as he ran his strong fingers and hands over her lovely body, lightly touching her everywhere. "You smell of untouched flowers," Khalid whispered to her while his large warm hand rested on the rounded eminence of her pudenda. Cindy felt herself becoming aflame from the bizarreness of the situation, from his powerful touch. "You will do just fine, Cindy," Khalid politely informed her, "now, please get dressed," he pointed to a door and softly said, "the powder room is there." Khalid stood and left the room. Cindy stared at him as he left, wondering what is going on? She gathered her clothes and went into the lavish powder room. When she concluded her dressing, she returned to the silent library and sat in the same chair. The Butler returned with a small tray of several chilled drinks leaving the silver platter on the desk in front of her. "It will only be a few minutes, Miss," announced the servant as he left the room. Cindy sipped on a brisk white wine and tried to relaxed. I am here in this lovely home and Khalid seems nice, she thought, so just relax. The butler returned carrying a large silver tray of refreshments. "Please follow me, Miss," he asked. The man servant led her to an upstairs bedroom of immense proportions overlooking the water way. He deposited the tray of canap‚s and chilled wine on a large coffee table telling her it would only be 5 more minutes. Cindy studied the sumptuous furnishings, the large pillow strewn, king bed and the adjoining dressing room and bathroom. The home had been built without fiscal limitations and the effect was stunning. In one corner of the room next to the sliding glass doors she noticed a large computer setup with many software cartons of games and school subjects. The facing wall was adorned with signed football pictures of the Dolphins. Cindy wrinkled her brow, wondering as to the significance of these items. The door opened and Khalid entered with a delightful young man at his side. Cindy turned and faced the two men with her wine glass in hand. "This is my son, Ali and this is Cindy Johnson, your tutor," Khalid smiled broadly as he introduced the two. Ali came gravely forward and shook her proffered hand, "I am pleased to meet you." "Today is my son's fourteenth birthday and it is time for him to correctly learn of women," Khalid said with pride in his son, "my Father's mistress taught me and now, I want you to teach my son." She intently looked at Ali who was doing the same to her. Ali was about her height, good-looking and appeared very strong. Ali was appealing to Cindy. "This is to be your colleague in an experience you will always remember, my son, so learn from her well," Khalid confided to his eager boy who nodded his head without losing his glaze of Cindy. "And Cindy, I want my son to know everything and to experience everything that goes on between men and women, everything," Khalid gracefully instructed, "and I must say that he couldn't find a more lovely woman to learn his lessons," he paused and looked at Cindy, asking softly, "do you have any questions, Cindy?" Cindy looked from the handsome young man to the Father and said with a knowing smile, "I don't believe so." "I leave you two to your pleasures," Khalid smiled at Cindy as he walked to the bedroom door, pausing and saying to Cindy, "please see me in the Library when you are done." He left the room and softly closed the door. Cindy broke the tension between the boy and her by asking Ali to come to her. She put her arms around him, hugging his tense body. She could feel him tremble. Cindy walked Ali to the bed and sat on the edge, patting the spot next to her, "Ali, please seat by me." The lad welcomed her guidance and sat by her side. "Have you been with a woman before?" Cindy held his hands as she asked in a quiet voice while her mind explored all the possibilities of the sensual couplings that she wanted to perform with Ali. Ali looked at her then proudly confided, "I have kissed two girls and one let me play with her breasts." Cindy put her arm around the boy and pulled him to her. With her other hand she smoothed his beautiful long, thick, black hair and tenderly kissed him. The boy ardently returned her kiss full of excitement and energy to learn. "Let's see what we have to work with, Ali," Cindy naughtily whispered in the boy's ear while her fingers started unbuttoning his shirt. She began to live out all her carnal fantasies that involved a virginal, strong handsome lad. She removed his expensive shirt, marveling at his powerful arms and chest. "Already, I am playing soccer and American football," Ali proudly informed her. He stood as she directed. She smiled up at him as she lowered his pant's zipper and unbelted his pants, pulling them down to the thick carpet. The boy's glorious manhood bulged against his white cotton briefs. As she indicated, he raised his feet and she removed his socks and loafers. Cindy stood and directed the boy to undress her. Ali managed the removal of her dress with flair and a grin but when he saw her exquisite body scarcely covered by erotic French lingerie his hands began to shake from the surging built up of his passion. Cindy had to guide and soothe him which only made him more ardent. By the time Ali finished with his fluttering hands and fingers Cindy was in a state of lustful readiness. She stood naked to his devouring glaze and the boy was beside himself with passion. She lowered his cotton briefs cupping his manly hardness in her soft hand as she ran her fingers around the back of his neck pulling him to her and giving him a kiss of overwhelming hunger. Ali's strong arms embraced her and he instinctively tried to force her to the bed. His raging penis pushed hard into her crotch as he thrust at her. "Ali, listen to me," Cindy tenderly spoke as she pushed him away, "the secret of passion is control," as she glazed at his hard erection almost losing control herself. Cindy knew if he entered her now, their act of love would be over in an instant. It is time he learned about oral sex, she grinned. "Sit on the bed then lay back," she quickly ordered, "and try to prolong your erection while I instruct you but remember this is the ultimate fun, so enjoy yourself." Ali stared at her while he lay back, some what embarrassed at his exposed erection. Cindy gracefully lowered herself between his legs, her elegant fingers slowly sliding up his muscular thighs. "I am going to kiss your penis," she smiled at him, "so feel the experiences and learn from what I do," she touched his quivering shaft with her finger tips, adding, "when you are close to orgasm, make me stop so we can prolong your enjoyment." Cindy cupped his testicles in her hands gently massaging them as she lowered her mouth and tongue to his shiny penile head. A light lick produced groans from Ali. "Talk to me Ali, tell me where it is best," Cindy lovingly whispered, "tell me everything," as her wet mouth closed over his penis. Ali tried to wait but Cindy's expertise overwhelmed him. "Cindy, I can't stop," he cried out as he reared up. Cindy took him completely in her clenching mouth and sucked harder. He repeatedly bucked into Cindy's mouth as his powerful orgasm took over his emotions. Cindy pulled as much of his penis into her mouth as she could while Ali shouted out his overwhelming feelings. Cindy stood when she had finished and looked down at the beautiful boy, his wonderful penis rapidly softening. "Come on, Ali, up and at em," Cindy said with a laugh, "let's take a shower." She ran to the shower pulling Ali behind her. Cindy calibrated the shower water until the temperature matched their needs. There were four shower heads that she adjusted, starting with a fine spray. Ali looked sheepish as he entered, disappointed at his lack of control. His penis was fully shrunk. "Ali, don't worry about how short our time was, think about normal thoughts and all will be well," Cindy lightly laughed as their bodies became wet. Cindy put on a large washing mitt and fully soaped it up into a lather with an expensive creamy soap. She washed herself languorously. Her nipples engorged from the pleasure. She started to moan as she softly rubbed the raw sponge mitt between her legs. "Do you get the idea, Ali?" Cindy said with a tease, "here, you try it." She leaned forward, facing the tiled wall and spread her legs. She adjusted one shower nozzle to pulsate onto her bosoms. Ali started in on her raised arms, rubbing the tingly natural sponge mitt under her armpits, over each arm, her neck, her arched back, her derriere and down each leg. Ali learned fast, Cindy's moans helping to direct his efforts. He rubbed her anus tenderly with the rough sponge until she trembled. She itched with a burning desire from her clitoris to her anus. It was heavenly. Cindy turned around and was pleased to see Ali's penis elongating. She directed Ali to rub the mitt at her vulva in a slow and delicate back and forth movement. At the same time she told him to lower his mouth to her nipples and suckle. "Hold my nipple with your lips and lick with your tongue," she instructed, gasping out her instructions, "now suck harder, that's right, a little harder, rub the mitt faster, oh Ali, oh God, oh God, Ali." Cindy stopped Ali. Her breath was coming in gasps and she had to calm down. She took the sponge and washed Ali until his penis raged for new release. She lowered herself to her knees. All four shower heads covered her in a drenching waterfall as she took his hot penis into her lips, her hand stroking him deeply into her gulping mouth. Her other hand delicately rubbed his anus then her middle finger gently penetrated the taut orifice. Ali's penis grew to an immense size. "Oh, Cindy, oh Cindy," he moaned as his fingers ran through her wet hair. Cindy stopped her loving and rose, saying lightly, "One more minute and I would have drowned." Ali held her in his arms. Ali wasn't a boy any longer. They left the shower and dried each other off with luxurious body towels. Wrapping themselves in the magnificent towels, they went back to the bedroom. Cindy poured a new glass of chilled wine for each. As they sat on a brocade love seat, Cindy saluted Ali with her glass. They sipped slowly while staring at each other's eyes. Ali was becoming very good. "Never rush a woman, Ali, never," she lustily whispered, giggling as she lowered her towel to her waist. Cindy's breasts and nipples were full of passion. "Rub my nipples with an ice cube," she whispered as she leaned back and laid her arms along the love seat's back, rising her breasts. She closed her eyes. Ali reached into the wine container and retrieved a ice cube which he placed against her nipple. Cindy could hardly contain her shivers as he rotated the cube lightly over each nipple. He leaned over to her aroused nipples, sucking the water drops away with his hot lips. Cindy put her glass down on the table. Ali did the same. She rose and pulled him to the bed. "Now you will learn how to pleasure a woman, Ali," she gasped as she stared at his hard penis. Cindy slid back on the bed until her head rested on the feather pillows, her arms spread out as Ali lowered himself to her side and ardently kissed her. His hands and fingers roamed over her hot body. Cindy pushed his head to her breasts and he suckled. She spread her legs apart, her knees slightly raised. "Spread me open, Ali," Cindy bawdily whispered, "gently, always gently, that's right, yes, get between my legs, that's right, oh, Ali, you're so good." Cindy made Ali learn every name of the component of her pudenda and trace with his fingers; her labium majus, her labium minus, her vagina orifice and finally her clitoris. "The clitoris is the only human," Cindy let out a long moan, closing her eyes as Ali's finger tip precisely found her nerve filled bump, "that's right, oh Ali, you are so good." Cindy opened her eyes and continued, "The clitoris is the only organ that is just for pleasure. It has no other function except to make the sexual act pleasurable, oh, Ali, that's right, harder, oh God Ali are you good." Ali's tongue replaced his fingers and he licked eagerly at her wet genitals. He sucked and lapped at her; deeply and powerfully. His seeking lips encircled her clitoris filling her with unbelievable sensations and her loud moanings drove him on, "I have never tasted anything so wonderful. Your delicious, oh I love sucking you, your smells are driving me wild, you taste so good, oh my God, Cindy, I love you," he murmured. Cindy pushed her pudenda harder into his mouth and searching fingers, "harder, Ali, faster, yes, faster, oh, Ali," she softly babbled her wild feelings. Finally, Cindy shook her head back and forth trying to focus, "When a woman is wet it means that she is ready for you," Cindy implored, pulling Ali's eager away from her genitals. Cindy reached to the side of the bed retrieving a large hard throw pillow. She positioned it under her fanny, raising her genitals high in the air. She leaned up, reaching to Ali's penis and stroking it several times until it was rock hard then directed it into her vagina. Both of them gave out long moans. Ali's eyes open wide as he experienced for the first time what it felt like to couple with a woman's hot, soft, clinging vagina. He quickly started plunging to Cindy's depths. "Go slow, please, go slow, that's right, all the way in and then all the way out, oh, that's good, oh Ali, you are so good, you're so hard," Cindy murmured as her thoughts became wanton. Ali attempted to go slow but his passion took over. Ali drove at her harder and faster causing Cindy to wrap her legs around his powerful back. His powerful surges drove her up the bed until they pressed against the bed board and still he came at her in his full passion, the headboard banging against the wall. Their cries carried through the tropical night as they grunted their pleasures in unison. Cindy lost herself in the animal power of Ali's cravings. All Cindy needed was to feel Ali's powerful pumping orgasm to arrive at her own. Sated, they lay quietly embraced on the expansive bed, Ali's penis inside her. Cindy lay there breathing deeply thinking to her self, Ali is a glorious bull. She held him in her arms, her legs entwined with his. They rested for an hour until Cindy got up, restless, quickly tasting the delicious canapes. She was ravenous. She fed the awaking Ali samples of the delicious treats. She thought, he has the most beautiful smile. Cindy took the serving dish of caviar returning to Ali with a big smile on her face. "Lay back, Ali," she lightly laughed, "we still have much to learn." Cindy sat on the bedside holding Ali's flaccid penis in her fingers. She grinned as she spooned the expensive fish eggs on his soft manhood. He laughed as she spread the chilled black eggs over his lips, his nipples, his belly button. Cindy licked the eggs off his lips pushing him back on the bed as her mouth moved to his nipples, licking the caviar clean. Her muscular tongue moved wetly down to his belly button and cleared it of the expensive treat. Her mouth moved again until she swallowed the eggs and his penis into her gulping mouth. She was delighted to feel tremors in his manhood as she stroked with her fingers the loose penile skin as she sucked. She thought how strong Ali was and how fast he recovered. The strength of youth. Ali insisted that he do the same with the fish eggs and Cindy acquiesced her position. Ali told Cindy to get on her hands and knees as he spread the rich caviar on her fanny and anus. He slowly licked the eggs away with his strong tongue. "Oh God, Ali, oh God, oh God," Cindy cried out from the intensity of her extreme gratification. Ali bid her to lie on the bed face up as he spread her vulva lips and carefully used the silver spoon to ladle the black eggs on her sexual opening. He prolonged, grinning down at her, rubbing the rounded cool silver spoon slowly on her clitoris. He lay the dish aside and lowered his face. He huskily whispered as he tongued Cindy, "I never enjoyed caviar until now." By the time he was finished they both were in the full heat of desire. The night was balmy and the two went out onto the wide terrace standing at the balcony overlooking the waterway and downtown Miami. It was a gorgeous soothing night. Cindy directed Ali to the soft couch and asked him to sit. He looked up at her with desire. His penis was hard. She straddle his lap carefully rubbing his shaft in slow circles around her clitoris. Sometimes she would let him penetrate just the head of his penis into her clutching vagina then squeeze with her muscles making Ali moan. "Oh, yes, oh, oh," Cindy whispered as she played her delicate erotic game. Ali's mouth was open in hunger, his head resting on the back of the lounge with his eyes closed. Cindy guided his penis into her wet depths then slowly settled back. He leaned forward and suckled at her hard nipples. Ali needed no more instruction. Cindy cradled Ali's testicles as she moved at her pleasure up and down on his raging erection. The warm breeze caressed their perspiring bodies and their cries mixed together in a lovely song. The interlude built painstakingly to a consuming explosion of sensations as Ali picked her up impaled on his rigid shaft then turned and bent down laying her on the couch and getting on top of her and plunging into her until her mind only existed for lust. Exhausted, Ali fell asleep on the couch, Cindy covered him with a sheet. She kissed her fingers then touched Ali's head, smiling down at the man. She lazily dressed and left the bedroom. It was midnight when Cindy knocked on the door of the library entering when Khalid spoke for her to come in. He was sitting in his office chair reading a thick sheath of papers. He smiled as he rose to greet her, "Cindy, is my son that good?" Cindy sat in the wing chair and smiled from the thought of the boy, "Yes, Khalid, Ali is magnificent. He has a certain touch that woman find irrepressible," she lightly laughed as Ali's actions came back to her, "Ali, is a superb bull." Khalid was happy and poured her a glass of port, handing it to her and remarking, "A good teacher is always welcomed," and he saluted her with his glass. He pushed a thick expensive envelope to her. Cindy picked it up and looked in side. Her eyes opened wide. It contained $5,000. "You have a wonderful son and a remarkable sense of style, thank you," Cindy said in her lovely low voice as she saluted him back rising slightly to clink his glass. Khalid rang for the car as she left the room. Once they left, she fell back against the leather cushions with an exhausted smile on her face as the car carried her home. She would always remember that night with Ali.