For Love Of E Ch 05

The sauna turned out to be one of Jackie and Stephanie's favorite perks of being employed by Xanadu Fields. On any given day, they could pretty much have their pick of playmates, as long as they were sure that the others knew of the special conditions. They avoided a potential disaster by always waiting to engage in their favored pastime with other staffers until they had observed one of the other members of the inner circle initiate the ritual with that particular person. After that, the sky (literally) was the limit; on their second (or was it their third? No matter...) tryst with Eliza, she surprised them by touching a hidden panel underneath the bottom bench while they were all three busy in rather gymnastic position involving triangle cunnilingus perched on the narrow bench.

Stephanie was on her back, with Eliza sitting over her face, enjoying Steph's talented tongue, while Eliza was holding Jackie's legs up in the air, in a sort of headstand, enjoying the taste of Jackie's newly shaven pussy, while Jackie's head was, rather than on the bench, planted firmly in Stephanie's crotch, licking the heady dew from her friend's eager lips. While the three were thus engaged, Eliza reached down and touched a hidden switch that silently rolled back the wood panels of the sauna's ceiling, revealing a glass panel that gave the girls a magnificent view of the heavens. As chance would have it, there was a full moon that shone its light directly into the sauna, casting a silvery light over the carnal proceedings, an effect heightened when the regular lighting faded out as the skylight was revealed.

As usual, after the first round of orgasms had swept the trio, Jay, who was by now a trusted friend of both of the younger girls, made his appearance to take the proceedings to a higher level. The girls delighted in trying to bring Jay to as many orgasms as they could before exhausting themselves. The game was enjoyed by all; however, Jay was still leading the tally, as he had a most remarkable stamina, and could keep going on and on until the girls all had come strongly enough to call a halt to the athletics, whereupon they would all take turns sucking his remarkable cock until he doused them all with his come. Both the younger girls were very careful to maintain their birth control regimen, as neither was ready to start a family just yet. Although, in private, they had discussed just such a thing; the problem was, they didn't want to leave each other.

Over a glass of wine one Friday evening in the sauna, they got the giggles by brainstorming how they would both marry Jay and not tell anyone. Jay responded by inquiring whether or not he had any say in the matter, to which the answer was a three-fold, resounding, "NO!" Jay's acerbic response was to threaten to give up females altogether, which instantly set off a round of ribald suggestions which had the whole group gasping for air and holding their sides in laughter. Eventually, however, all good things had to end, and as they gathered their towels and went their separate ways, Eliza was thinking of all the work that she was NOT going to take home over the weekend. "I need a break," she told herself. "Even a well-oiled machine needs some down time, and I'm not so well-oiled anymore. Perhaps I can find a quiet corner somewhere and just relax."

As she entered her apartment building, she noticed that the superintendent's door was closed, with a sign notifying all and sundry that he would be unavailable until Sunday night. "Damn," she thought, "this will be the weekend all hell will break loose in my apartment." Sighing with resignation, she went to the elevator, which wasn't working, turned and went up the four flights to her apartment, only to find the door open. Suddenly frightened, she started to turn away, but stopped when a familiar voice called her name.

"Don't worry, Ms. T., it's just me, "sounded the familiar voice of the super, Kit. "I was just fixing that stuck window sash before I left."

"Thanks, Kit; I'd forgotten about that."

"Well, don't get too comfortable; there's more. You need to pack a couple of day's worth of clothes, and whatever sundries you need, 'cause you're not staying here."

"What do you mean, I'm not staying here?" she replied, with a note of apprehension in her voice. By now, the situation was beginning to worry her.

Kit laughed. "Don't fret now, Ms. T. I just had a notion to take you away for a ride out in the country."

Eliza looked at him doubtfully. "A ride? Since when did you have a car, because I'm NOT riding in that work truck of yours? It's older than I am." She intended to stand firm on this.

"You don't worry about that; I'll handle the transportation. You just pack a bag- a small one, mind you!" With that, Kit left, closing the door behind him.

"Oooh, that man!" Eliza groused between clenched teeth. "He is the most insufferable, arrogant..." she started to fume, then she thought better of it. "Well, I was going to be lazy...perhaps just not this weekend." As she turned to gather her things, she thought, "I'll show him small!" Her mouth turned up in a sly grin as she planned her packing.

All too soon, Kit was knocking on Eliza's door. She opened it to find him standing in well worn jeans, boots, and a leather jacket. He was holding a duffel roll that had what looked suspiciously like a sleeping bag rolled inside. He took a look at what she was wearing, and shook his head. "I said we were going for a ride, not a stroll. Do you have jeans? Boots? Long sleeve shirt or light jacket? Best change into them, quick-like."

Bemused, Eliza went back to her bedroom and changed into her skinny jeans, black calf-high boots with only a 3" heel, and a black leather short jacket that barely reached the low-cut waist of her jeans. On her way back to the living room, she picked up her "small bag." Chuckling, she couldn't wait to see Kit's reaction to this...

As she reappeared, Kit shook his head. Eliza was carrying in one hand what appeared to be a string bag suitable for holding a handkerchief and a wallet, and in the other, a leather bag not much larger than a briefcase. "Well, I'm ready," she announced brightly. "What now?"

"Sure you don't need help with those?" Kit inquired, archly, as he held the door open for Eliza to exit her apartment. "I wouldn't want you to strain something."

"Oh, I think I can handle them," she replied, just as archly. "I wouldn't want to give you a hernia. You might have to start peeing sitting down, because the doctor would warn you about lifting things that are heavy." She grinned at Kit, who grinned back. "Just what ARE we doing, anyway?"

"That's the surprise," he said. "Be patient and follow me." With that, he led her down a set of stairs that she didn't know existed, as they were behind a locked door. Down and down they went, until Eliza was sure that they were halfway to China, when suddenly the stairs ended and Kit opened a door at the base of the staircase and led Eliza into a short corridor that ended in a door that would have done service as a bank vault door. Opening this, Kit led Eliza into what appeared to be an underground garage.

"I didn't know this existed," said Eliza with a surprised voice. "What is this, a bomb shelter?"

"Wow, got it in one!" Kit replied. "This dates back to the Cold War days. The elevator doesn't go down here, and only a few people know about it. I made a few modifications, though." With that, he flipped a series of switches that turned on bank after bank of overhead lighting, until the entire expanse was lit. "This was designed to hold about 450 people," said Kit, "and enough rations for them for thirty days. That over there," he said as he indicated what looked like an arched entryway about 20 feet wide and 18 feet tall, "was a tunnel that was supposed to connect to the subway system. It doesn't connect to the current system, but to an older, abandoned line. I found it when I began working here twenty years ago. It has the advantage to being a quick way out of town without the hassle of traffic. Let's go!" With that, he grabbed a large flashlight and held out his hand for Eliza, who only hesitated a split second before taking it and going into the tunnel with Kit. She figured that if he had nefarious designs upon her, he would have had plenty of opportunities before now to realize them.

As they entered the tunnel, Eliza noticed that it was dry and snug. Just as she was beginning to have naughty thought as to what use she could make of the area, Kit announced, "All aboard!" in a great imitation of a train conductor's call. Eliza came back to reality, and saw, in front of her, a curious little vehicle on rails that went away down the unseen length of the tunnel.

"What in the world?" she wondered aloud.

"Climb aboard the Midnight Special!" Kit said with a huge grin. "Found this down here, too; it didn't run, and had some 'issues' with rust, but a little WD-40, some paint and a ton of elbow grease, and you see before you a fine example of Cold War evacuation technology. The Yankee government saw fit to equip several rather large shelters with these to help get bigwigs into a safe place. It is a bit cramped in the driver's compartment, but a darn sight better than the cargo bay," he said, indicating the back of the car, where there had, at one time, been long benches along the sides. Kit explained that since he wasn't intending on bringing a lot of people along if he had to use the train, he hadn't bothered to restore the simple leather pads on the benches, Indeed, there was nothing there but flat steel shelves that would work well for carrying stuff, but not so well for people. "Come up here beside me, little girl, "he said with a leer that set Eliza to laughing gaily.

"Oh please, sir, may I blow the whistle?" she asked with wide eyes and a little girl voice. She winked broadly.

Kit chuckled, "You can blow whatever you like, little girl, once we leave the station. Booooaaaarrdd!" With that, he helped Eliza over the side of the car and into the cabin, which was snug, but had just enough room for the two of them to sit side by side. As he settled beside her, he said, "Watch your leg," as he turned a switch, starting up a small motor that hacked and coughed for a moment, then settled into a steady thrum that sent a delicious vibration through Eliza's thighs. He pulled back on a long lever, and the little car began to move; slowly at first, then settling down into a regular pace of what appeared to be about 15 miles per hour. Eliza was fascinated by the car, the track and the tunnel, which had faint lighting every 20 feet or so that gave off just enough light to see the track and any obstructions which might have been there. Today, however, the track was clean as a whistle...which reminded Eliza of the joke.

"So, engineer, where's the whistle?" she asked. As Kit's eyes rose to the pull cord for the whistle, Eliza deftly reached between Kit's legs, unzipped his jeans, reached inside and said, "Here it is!" with a note of triumph in her voice. She lowered her head and engulfed his rapidly swelling member, taking it all the way to his balls into her mouth. She held it there until it swelled too large for her to breathe, then slowly retracted her head until only the tip was still inside her mouth. A couple more pumps, and she sat back up, licking her lips with the same satisfied expression of a cat having finished a bowl of milk. "How'd I do?" she asked with a laugh.

"Well, a little more practice, and you'll make a fine whistle blower, sweetie!" Kit replied, tucking himself, with more than a little difficulty, back into his jeans. "Better hold on, now, though," he said, indicating a bar on the dash of the little car. "We're about to hit the switch."

"Wha-" Eliza started to say, when the car bumped over a switch that simultaneously turned off the overhead lights, and started opening a large door that had just appeared in the car's headlights. The door appeared to block the entire tunnel when closed, but it swung open surprisingly quietly, with only a small creak betraying its movement. As soon as they passed through, the car hit another switch on the track, and the door swung shut behind them, just as quietly as it had opened. Once closed, overhead lights came on along the tunnel ahead of them, showing the tunnel stretching on in a long curve that hid the end from Eliza's view. "How long does this thing get, anyway?" asked Eliza, who then giggled as she realized the opportunity for misunderstanding. "The tunnel, I mean," she clarified.

"About four miles," Kit replied, "with another three blast doors to go."

"Blast doors?" Eliza started to ask, then blanched as she remembered the original purpose for which the shelters were intended. "How did you get them repaired? They were so quiet."

"That was one thing which hadn't fallen into disrepair," Kit answered. "They only needed a little grease on the hinges. They're counterbalanced so well that you can move them with one hand. They weigh several tons apiece, though, so you'd better be ready when you move them, because you'll have a time stopping them, if the counterbalance is disconnected, like when I close the locking mechanism back at the shelter."

Eliza was quiet for a little bit, digesting this information, then asked Kit, "What's at the end?"

"Wait and see," was Kit's answer, although he smiled as he said it, then launched off into a story of what else he had found in the shelter.

All too soon, after going through the lights out and doors opening routine three more times, the little car entered a portion of the tunnel with no overhead lighting, and except for the track, not much in the way of cleaning or maintenance, either. Dust collected along the sides of the track, and Eliza could have sworn she saw the headlights reflected in eyes of some sort along the sides of the track a couple of times. When she pointed one set out, Kit replied, "Possums," and then said "Hang on!" as he switched out the lights altogether. It was as dark as the inside of a coal sack, and had she not had Kit's arm to hold onto, she would have been quite frightened. When Kit stopped the car and shut down the engine, still in pitch black darkness, she began to worry a little. Kit said, as he helped her from the car, "Trust me, and don't let go of my arm."

"You don't have to worry about that," Eliza said, with more bravado than she felt. As Kit led her along a dusty, but dry walkway, she could begin to make out a little bit of her surroundings. It soon occurred to her that they were approaching a place that was lit, at least dimly, and her eyes were responding to the light, however dim. After about a minute of walking, they came out into what appeared to be a subway platform, with the rails they had been traveling on coming to an abrupt stop just shy of the subway tracks, or rather, where they had once been, since they were no longer there, leaving only the track bed, smooth and level. And parked on the track bed, chrome gleaming in the dim lighting, sat a 1959 Harley Davidson Panhead cruiser, looking as if it had just left the showroom floor.

Eliza felt her jaw drop as she stared at the sleek old machine. "Where in the world did you get this?" she asked in a whisper.

"Believe it or not, it was in a barn that I was hired to demolish several years ago. When I went inside to check for anything harmful to my crew, I found this under a pile of crates and boxes. Of course, it didn't look quite like this then; rats had gotten to the wiring and leather, and the tires were in tatters. I had to disassemble the engine and replace all the seals, do a valve job, yada, yada...but I think it was worth it."

"Ooohh, yeah..." Eliza said reverently. "You got that right." She walked around the magnificent beast, touching chrome here, stroking the cowhide seat there, taking it all in.

Kit watched her, amused, as she admired the gleaming machine for several minutes without talking. Then he casually asked, "Up for a spin?"

Without tearing her eyes away from the bike, Eliza replied, "Only if you don't mind the seat getting a bit damp."

Kit frowned. "It's not raining, as far as I know."

"I don't mean from the weather, fool...I'm getting wet just looking at this. I can't wait to feel it throb between my thighs..." Eliza said, glancing at Kit with lidded eyes, and an unmistakable expression of sheer lust.

"Well, shoot; if I had known that you were into machines..." He ducked, laughing, as Eliza swung at his head with her little bag. "I give!" he said, holding his hands up in surrender. "Give me a moment, and we'll be ready to go." He lashed his duffel behind the little passenger pillion pad, swung a leg over the sleek machine, primed the carburetor with a quick twist of the throttle, checked the left grip advance for the points, clicked the compression release, and gave a strong push on the kick-start pedal. The old engine rumbled to life on the first try; it was obvious that it had been well-cared for. After the rumble had settled into the familiar 'pocketa-pocketa' of Harleys everywhere, Kit beckoned to Eliza. "Climb on!"

Eliza eagerly climbed on behind Kit, and seated herself on the surprisingly comfortable pillion pad behind the driver's saddle. She found the foot pegs, checked to make sure her bag was securely hanging over her shoulder and neck, and wrapped her arms around Kit's waist. "Let's ride!" she said into Kit's ear with a laugh. He responded by rolling the throttle on, and they were away, down the dark tunnel, with a roar that caused Eliza to wonder if she should have brought spare jeans...

After a thrilling 30-minute ride in the dark tunnel, Eliza found that she could see what appeared to be the end of the tunnel approaching rather quickly. Kit confirmed this by slowing to a more sedate rate of travel as they emerged from the tunnel and found themselves out of the city, surrounded by wooded fields and open sky. Eliza wondered to herself, "Where are we?", although she had no trepidation; she trusted Kit completely by this point in their relationship, and would have willingly followed him wherever he chose to take her. After just a few minutes, Kit turned off the track bed onto a little-used dirt road. He kept the speed down to just enough to outrun the dust kicked up by their passage, and before Eliza knew it, turned off into a beautiful little grassy meadow situated in a pocket in the trees. Kit rolled the bike to a stop near the edge of the clearing and shut the engine down.

He invited Eliza to climb off while the engine made its crackles and pops of cooling metal, then swung the Jiffy stand out, and reached in his pocket for a crushed soda can, which he placed under the stand before lowering it to the ground. "Just in case the ground is soft," he explained in answer to Eliza's lifted eyebrow, then swung his leg over the bike to dismount. He unlashed the duffel from the bike, then put an arm around Eliza's shoulders as he led her to the side, where he unrolled the duffel to unpack, not only a rather large sleeping bag, but also a compact box, which he opened to reveal the makings of a small picnic meal for two, including a small bottle of moscato wrapped in a chill pouch and two small silvery cups, which were surprisingly heavy for their size. He puttered about, preparing the meal, then opened the bottle and poured a measure of the wine into a cup, which he presented to Eliza with a flourish. "Would my lady care to approve?"

Joining into the game, Eliza graciously accepted the cup, inhaled deeply of the aroma, and took a small sip. Her eyes opened wide in surprise at the taste of what must have been a very expensive wine as she recovered enough to reply in kind, "Very good, sirrah. It is satisfactory," in an affected upper-crust drawl. Then she could not contain her mirth any longer. She laughed with delight, and urged Kit to fill her cup and his. "I want to make a toast," she said.