Jeff and Scott Part 2

 Scott grinned shyly across the table at his date in the dimly-lit,

up-scale restaurant. Peggy had on her face a look of surprise and

delight that lit up her attractive features. At the end of the

dinner, over a shared dessert (you don't get bodies like either of

these two glutting on cheesecake!), he had broken the news to her

about his lottery win the previous day.

"Scott, you are so lucky!" she trilled happily, in genuine pleasure at

his good fortune.

This was Scott's third date with the lovely Peggy, the decorator who

had helped him select furnishings and colors for his new apartment and

who had found him naked, his hand stuck in his toilet bowl, when she

came to do the consultation. What a way to get to know a girl! Scott

had sweated buckets over asking her out, but eventually decided, what

the hell—if she turned him down, at least he would understand why. In

fact, she had accepted his invitation graciously, and the two were

enjoying one another's company. He had taken it easy in the romance

department, though, for several reasons: one, he was still freshly

separated from Sally, and still had some feeling about that; two,

after that vulgar display he had made of himself in the `stuck'

incident, he really did not want to come across as a sex-crazed

pervert; and three, he liked and respected this woman and wanted to

find out if there might be really something going for them.

Peggy picked at her little piece of cake thoughtfully. "What are you

going to do with it?"

That was everyone's question. To all the others, he just said, "I

don't know yet." But with Peggy, it seemed helpful to talk about it.

"Well, I'm not going to squander it, that's for sure. Most of it, I

want to put away, you know, draw some income later. But it does seem

a shame not to celebrate some way. I'm happy with my new apartment,

and it's already fixed up really nice, thanks to you. And I don't

really need a new car quite yet. So I was thinking, maybe a nice

little trip to someplace fun that I normally could never afford to go to."

Peggy was quiet, chewing thoughtfully.

"Well, what are you thinking?"

"Oh, nothing. Well…just an idea, you know…next month I'm going to New

York on a buying trip. If you want to…well, my evenings will be free,

and I could stay on over the weekend…what if you came, too, and we

enjoyed the city together? Only if you want to, of course."

What do you say to a beautiful, vulnerable woman? In fact, Scott had

had something more like a ski or beach resort in mind. His one trip

to New York City had been with Sally, and it had some painful regrets

attached to it. Still, she wasn't even asking him to pay for her

part. And he needed someone to enjoy his celebration with.

"I think that's a great idea."

Scott stayed over at Peggy's that night for the first time, and she

got to see his big, buff, and beautiful manly body in the altogether

again. This time, he got to see her voluptuous flesh, too, and both

got to feel the other's smooth healthy skin against their own. When

he woke at 2:30, Peggy slumbered peacefully beside him. He stretched

his long and muscular frame, and sighed. Scott felt more content than

he had in a long time. New York wasn't his first choice of a place to

spend his travel money, but spending each night in the arms of this

lovely woman would make it well worth sitting through a Broadway show

or two.

He rolled quietly off the bed and padded softly to the sliding door to

the balcony off the bedroom of the apartment. He needed a bit of

fresh air. The door opened soundlessly and he closed it after him as

he stepped naked onto the balcony. There was little traffic about,

and no one in the dimly lit pool area beneath. He drank in the fresh

night air and the sounds of the sleeping city for several minutes,

then turned and pulled at the door.

It had locked. Scott peered into the bedroom, where Peggy slept

soundly. He really hated to wake her. Remembering that she didn't

lock either of her balcony doors ("we have really good security

here"), he peered around the privacy screen to the other balcony off

the living room (why do they have to have that fuckin' barrier here?)

That door was slightly ajar.

Scott sighed with resignation. "Why do these things happen to me?"

Glancing around furtively, he slid a chair up to the balcony rail

beside the barrier and stepped up onto it. Carefully but confidently,

he planted one bare foot on the rail, then held onto the barrier as he

swung his other leg around to the rail on the other side. Just for a

second, he perched there between the two balconies. All it would take

now was to swing the first leg on over to the second balcony, and he

could hop down lightly and get in through the living room door.

The spotlight centered on Scott's bare ass and illuminated his entire

naked backside. "FREEZE!" barked a harsh male voice from below.

"Fuck," said Scott under his breath.

Scott was splayed out like a colossus, one bare foot on each rail, but

more crucially, his ass spread and his equipment dangling between his

spread thighs. The light seemed to be directed right at his asshole.

Just as bad, his dick began to rise and twitch.

"Don't move," the voice commanded.

Scott stole a peak under his arm. Past the blonde tuft off underarm

hair, he could see the stocky figure of a man in a security guard

uniform, gazing directly at his exposed ass and ballsack from three

floors below. His dick now drooled.

"Not so loud!" Scott stage-whispered. "Hold on, I can explain!"

But it was too late. He heard doors sliding open on the opposite side

of the courtyard and also on either side of Peggy's own row. Glancing

right and left, he saw several rumpled heads, male and female, peeking

around their own balcony barriers at his stunning naked figure astride

the railings. A big glob of drool dripped from his now pulsing cock.

He looked down at it disgustedly, then stole another glimpse behind.

Ten or twelve people in bathrobes now gathered around the security

guard. A murmur arose.

"My, my."

"Damn, if that isn't some view!"

"Who is that guy? What's a handsome man like that doing up there

acting the perv?"

Please, oh please, dear God, get me down from here! Scott prayed

silently. It seemed he was destined to make some sort of humiliating

display of himself at every turn. "Why, oh why?" his brain wailed.

Just then, the door to Peggy's bedroom slid open. He peeked at the

balcony. Peggy was appearing, a robe flung over her body and a

puzzled, then bemused expression on her face.

"Peggy, I'm so sorry, the door locked, and I didn't want to…."

"Never mind, beefcakes," she consoled. Then, leaning over the rail,

"It's OK, Alonzo, he's with me. Just an accident. Sorry everyone."

Jeff seized the opportunity to swing back to Peggy's side and step

down into the chair. But as he did, he inadvertently turned to face

the courtyard for just a couple of seconds. Just at that moment, his

fully erect dick, waggling like a dash-board ornament and in the glare

of Alonzo's big spotlight, let loose with its load of baby-starter

over the side of the rail.

"Oh, Peggy, I'm so embarrassed, I just can't believe I've done this to

you!

"What do you mean, stud-muffin? You've made my reputation in this

complex! They'll be envious of me for months around here. Including,

incidentally, Alonzo!" she laughed as she pulled his head down for a

big kiss.

"Now, as long as we're awake…."

* * *

Reservations made at the hotel, non-refundable airplane ticket

purchased (Scott found it hard to shake the urge to scrimp), and time

off from work arranged, Scott was all set for his coming trip with

Peggy when the phone rang.

"Scott, don't book the plane yet, I have to change my dates for the

trip," she blurted out as soon as he answered. Her boss had

intervened, and she now could have the same weekend away, but would

have to do her buying at the beginning of the following week instead

of at the end of the preceding one.

That is how Scott wound up on an airplane heading to New York City

facing three long days and nights on his own before Peggy would arrive

on Friday afternoon.