Candice and Mandy reveal themselves to the men of Pine Forks
The startling appearance of the Davenport sisters hushed the crowded pub into silence. Salaciously dressed, the sultry blondes posed evocatively in the doorway surveying the beery, smoke filled room with disdain. Then spotting an empty stall against the far wall, they weaved through the shamble of cluttered, beer-slopped tables, teasing the lecherous all male audience with a contrived display of feminine allure.
The few women that once resided in the logging hamlet of Pine Forks had long since disappeared. First to leave were young girls of age lured to the cities and availability of more affluent suitors. Then one by one wives of the floundering sawmill’s despondent employees convinced their despairing breadwinners to seek more gainful employment further south.
To the remaining men of the dying sex-famished town, now gathered in the bar, the mere sight of these skimpily clad arrivals was therefore as provoking as bloodied chum thrown into shark-infested waters. The entrance of the beauties had taken them by surprise, stunning them into silence. The sisters, heirs to the Davenport Empire, were definitely not naïve, yet it seemed they had entered this sexually frustrated male domain on an ill-advised dare. This visit was especially foolhardy since the men crowded in the tavern, embittered by the eminent closure of the sawmills by order of these very beauties, were fuelling their frustrations and aggressive libido with volumes of alcohol.
Larry and seven other brawny dishevelled loggers, slouching at the bar, twisted their heads in unison and watched in lustful silence as the exquisite pair approached. Their eyes shifting in conflicted interest between the choices of breathtaking views…
Plunging necklines revealing firm breast seductively cupped in translucent lace, exposed toned tanned thighs peeking above lace-topped hold-ups and curvaceous swaying hips hugged by skimpy skirts…competed aggressively for their undivided attention.
Ever since their arrival five days earlier, the girls had been ogled at, the brunt of lewd remarks, topic of lustful conversation and the inspiration of depraved fantasies. Larry being in the enviable position of having frequent contact with the beauties was more vociferous than most in his expressions of lust.
As they drew level, Larry grinned sheepishly and mumbled an awkward greeting. Candice smiled wickedly at him, keeping her eyes locked on his until he relented and looked down in submission. She tilted her nose condescendingly at his capitulation and brushed deliberately against his knee as she passed by. The physical contact and alluring fragrance of her expensive perfume sent shivers of delight thrilling through him. Like synchronized clockwork toys, Larry and the others swivelled on their barstools and continued gawking at the swaying derrières gliding away.
Candice and Mandy Davenport were equally stunning and both exuded an inherent maddening sensuality. Although six years senior, Candice looked no older than her doting nineteen year-old sibling. Ever since they were children, Mandy had looked up to her and now that their parents were dead, Candice saw herself as both mentor and protector to her beautiful sister.
They had arrived at the small logging town of Pine Forks a week earlier on family business. She and Mandy were the reluctant and rather sudden owners of the Davenport Logging Company and Saw Mills – the now failing enterprise that had once founded and kept the small hamlet of Pine Forks alive and flourishing. The tragic death of their parents in an aircraft crash a year before had left the sisters as the only surviving heirs to the family fortune and business empire.
Their father an old-school tycoon, preferred to control all his business affairs personally. Candice had not only inherited her father’s wealth, but also his dogged hands-on approach to business. Immense wealth saw that the Davenport girls wanted for nothing, they attended the most prestigious schools and had an army of servants catering to their every need. Yet despite this Candice wanted her independence, she was highly intelligent, extremely confident and wanted to prove she could wear her father’s mantle. So at the tender age of 25 and stubbornly refusing the assistance of their family attorney, she took Mandy under her wing and began a tour of all the family businesses scattered across the country.
The Davenport Saw mills and Logging operation in Pine Forks was their last and least important visit. Yet, it was this floundering company, a financial drain on the Davenport bottom-line, that her father sentimentally wanted to hold onto. Rumour was that fifty years before, their grandfather had won ownership of the then tiny migratory lumber camp, in a poker game. Timing could not have been better for a few years later the economic boom of the late fifties prospered the tiny operation into a logging town and one of the main timber suppliers of the expanding housing development in Southern California. The immense profits earned helped put the Davenport Empire on the map.
Even though an inconvenience because of its remote location, Candice wanted to make the trip and inspection in person. To make an on the spot assessment and give the remaining workers an ultimatum…three months to diversify, reduce staff further and get profitable or she’d close down the operation. What with their outdated machinery, Californian forestry restrictions and increasing Canadian timber imports, three months was hardly enough time to turn things around. This was devastating news for the remaining stalwarts of Pine Forks! Little wonder then that this ultimatum, presented by a seemingly unknowledgeable and headstrong young girl had angered them.
Situated in the remote forested Mountains of Northern Oregon, Pine Forks was inaccessible by aircraft. Candice had therefore decided to use the opportunity to take Mandy on a road adventure along the Pacific North West. Five fun-filled days later and almost at journey’s end, a thirty-mile stretch of dirt-road winding precariously through dense forests and over a frightening mountain pass lay ahead before reaching their final destination. While on this dangerous section, rocks from a recent landslide on a blind curve, damaged the suspension of the Mercedes SLK convertible and almost had them plummeting over the unguarded edge into the gorge below.
Quite by chance on his way home, Larry the sawmill maintenance man happened upon the stranded women and their crippled vehicle. Ruggedly handsome, Larry’s scraggly beard however gave him a scary and disheveled appearance. It was therefore with great trepidation that the girls reluctantly accepted a lift in this huge man’s filthy truck.
Larry was an intelligent solitary man and confident amongst men, but unaccustomed and highly nervous in female company. Inexplicably he transformed into a bumbling oaf when confronted by this most unlikely appearance of two sexy young women. Candice was not a nasty person or deliberately aloof, however consequences of a spoilt upbringing, peer influence and youthful arrogance had twisted and hardened her social behaviour. To compound matters and in a show of bravado in the presence of this frightening man, she had responded to his gruff conversation with terse and seemingly condescending remarks.
Her unintended, but hurtful comments did not go unnoticed, forcing Larry to retreat further into his shell. For the remainder of the trip he seethed inwardly, filling his thoughts with fantasies of what he would like to do to these stuck-up city bitches. It was then that the seeds of his lustful conspiracy began to grow. He knew exactly what to do now. Had Candice picked up that it was merely his nervousness and a life of solitude that hampered him, she would have been a lot more accommodating and cordial. This misunderstanding and her lapse of common curtsey helped conspire to bring about the fateful events and materialization of Larry’s dark fantasies.
After seeing Candice and Mandy safely lodged into a recently vacated furnished company house and ensuring the fridge was stocked with a few basic provisions from the depleted general store, Larry returned to the stricken Merc and towed it back to the sawmill workshop.
Larry was well liked and respected among the loggers. On many occasion he had worked through the night to ensure that their ageing equipment and machinery was repaired and ready for the next day’s grueling work schedule. If it were not for him, there would have been many occasions that felling, transportation and log sawing would have ground to a halt.
Lately however, with forest thinning restrictions slowing production to a snails pace, he had plenty of time on his hands. In these more idle days, the other loggers depended on him to supply them with their entertainment. Larry had an extensive library of ageing pornographic tapes and had managed to secure several TV monitors and video machines, which he rented out to supplement his reduced earnings. Then one day, by chance right at the end of a copied porno movie, a logger discovered a voyeuristic video segment Larry had secretly taken of one of the manager’s teenage daughters swimming nude in the river. This segment became so popular among the men that there was a month long waiting list just to view this ten-minute piece.
Not one to miss an opportunity, and on pretext of fitting solar heated external water tanks to the said managers house, Larry cleverly built a small compartment in the tank housing, just big enough for him to fit into. As a ‘favour’ he also mounted a new full length mirror, he happened to ‘have’, inside the bathroom. With the wall behind the mirror removed he could now sneak into this outside compartment at will to watch and video the teenager and her mother bathe, through the one-way mirror.
Larry’s voyeur library grew rapidly with highly sought after snippets of the unsuspecting teenager and her very attractive mother. Now Candice and Mandy, the two most beautiful girls he had ever seen were occupying this house – Larry’s thrilled at the thought that his video collection would soon be augmented by new and breathtaking scenes of these gorgeous sisters.
Initially hoping to wrap up business in a day the sisters were now stranded in Pine Forks until replacement parts could be delivered and fitted to their Merc…in all likelihood at least four or five days. Although an irritation, Candice rationalized that as they were on vacation this “roughing-it” stay-over would just add spice to their adventure.
The visit to the sawmills, logging operation and then delivering the ultimatum to assembled staff took no more than half a day. While waiting for repairs, she and Mandy spent their time taking short hikes in the forests, sun tanning on the rocks of the nearby river and dogging the clumsy advances of hopeful sex-starved men. Although most treated Candice and her sister with courtesy, there was an unmistakable undercurrent of resentment among the hard-core loggers.
Larry too had employed his time well. Inspired by his well used supply of porno tapes…in particular his insatiable fetish for bondage, he had made meticulous plans and arrangements that would transform these dark fantasies into reality.
By the end of the week, Candice and Mandy had, had enough of Pine Forks, the rough bunkhouse living conditions and especially seen as sex objects by the surly male inhabitants. When Larry finally announced the Merc to be in a roadworthy state, she stated her intention to make an immediate departure.
Larry too had, had enough of being the brunt of the sisters irritation and disrespect. Politely sucking up their verbal abuse over the past few days, he had consoled himself that his time would come…and with the Merc repaired, he could hardly wait to get even. He had relied on them leaving the following day, allowing time to solicit the help of friends, but now they were about to leave that night! Their sudden departure would ruin his well-laid plans.
He tried persuading them to stay over at least until morning when it was safer to negotiate the hazardous mountain pass. Ignoring his warning about the treacherous state of the road after two days of torrential rain – and especially at night, Candice still stubbornly intended leaving immediately after their customary exercise work-out, a bath and an early dinner. Having no success in making them stay, Larry’s attention turned instead to the new opportunity presenting itself – the girls were going to bath!
Fifteen minutes later Larry returned with his camera and slipped quietly into the concealed compartment outside the house. He did not have long to wait. Within minutes the glass panel lit up as Candice switched on the light and entered the bathroom. She stood facing him on the opposite side of the mirror gazing at her reflection, oblivious that he was staring right back at her.
The scene was erotically surreal as if she was specifically performing for him on an illuminated screen.
Candice was a feminine apparition of indescribable beauty. An exquisite woman, now clad in her exercise attire, a body hugging black lace body suite, she radiated a sensual aura that captured his desire and began stiffing his yearning penis. Enchanted and not daring to breathe, it was all he could do to simply watch and try to keep the camera steady.
Then, as if obeying his lustful wish, she slowly began to disrobe, providing him with an unwitting erotic striptease. Pulling the straps off bared shoulders and sliding her fingers under the elasticized Lycra, she began peeling the sheer material slowly off her body. Inch by gratifying inch, her hands caressed downwards slowly peeling the cat suit away from her body. At the same time, her palms tested the silky firmness of warm breasts, abdominal muscles and down her long toned legs. Mesmerized by the arousing spectacle, of lace reluctantly releasing its clinging embrace of her bared flesh, Larry knelt motionless, secretly leering until she stood completely naked inches away from him.
Light and shadow caressed over the sweeping cupped profile of nipple peaked breasts and alluring curves of her body as she turned away to face her naked sister entering the bathroom. Mandy stood beside Candice at the mirror and Larry almost gasped out aloud as the gratifying front-view of two spectacular bodies confronted him. Tantalizing firm breasts and shaved pudenda were enticingly illuminated and displayed in the reflection opposite mere inches away.
Larry leaned closer his nose brushing the glass as he noted almost identical dragon tattoos on each girl just above their labia. Ah yes…and they were both pierced there! Larry’s penis was now rock hard, his hand instinctively reached into his pants and began stroking the excited member. The girls were standing, legs slightly apart as if allowing him an intimate inspection. He filed mental images of every freckle and birthmark on their sex and inner thighs…maybe he might yet have an opportunity to explore these in the flesh later.
Candice turned to face her sister and from behind, blond hair brushed her back. The silky wisps provocatively touching just above the spot where the exhilarating carve of her spine separated twin evocative mounds of her buttocks. There on the right buttock, a small ornate sword with entwined serpent, yet another secret tattoo meant only for the intimate eyes of a lover.
Emblazoned under the incandescent lighting their hips and thighs swept sensually into long shapely legs. As if sculptured by some god of artistic beauty, all the parts of the girl’s form combined to create statuesque images of angelic splendour. Mandy stood behind, her breasts brushing Candice’s back and sensually massaged her sister’s shoulders. Mandy’s hands moved down her arms, then forward cupping and gently caressing Candice’s full firm breasts. Larry could not contain himself; his pent-up urge exploded in a stifled gasp and a throbbing spurt of orgasmic sperm that splattered against the glass.
Released from the sexual tension Larry continued filming the erotic scene until the girls had completed their bath and were beginning to dress. Tonight’s show had supplied him with enough “video-hire” scenes of the stunning sisters to earn him a small fortune amongst the sex-starved community. At least the voyeuristic performance that the sisters had provided would be small compensation for their sudden departure. Larry had lots to tell his friends back at the pub and maybe still time to solicit some help before the girls left Pine Forks for good.
“Ah well too bad…if I can’t get help in time, maybe its for the best,” he consoled himself. Taking things that far was madness…with no way back once he committed himself!
Packed and ready to go, Candice made a last minute change of plans. They’d give the men of Pine Forks a farewell they would never forget. Wearing their sexiest most revealing clothing, they parked the Merc outside the tavern and like giggling schoolgirls entered the crowded bar with the mischievous intent of teasing the chauvinistic males to distraction before leaving town. Little did the sisters know, their fateful decision would have them detouring into the hands and nightmare of Larry’s fantasy.
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