Fantasy Lifestyles 2/Fantasy Lifestyles 2.iso/agt/tanning.txt

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                            TANNING TIME


 When I was a student in college, I had a part-time job in a tanning
 salon for about a year and a  half. If you've never spent time in a
 tanning salon, you  don't know what you've been  missing. A tanning
 salon is  one of the  best places to  go and watch  people, whether
 they be  guys or girls.  People come in  all the time...some  fully
 dressed, some in skimpy bathing suits, and some in between.

 Many customers  come only occasionally,  but every once  in a while
 you  get a  person who  is really  serious about  tanning, and they
 become your "preferred customers." Such  was the case one afternoon
 when this  guy about 22 years  old walks in and  says that he would
 like to start  tanning at our salon. It was  pretty obvious that he
 had been tanning SOMEWHERE, since it  was only March and he already
 had an AWESOME tan. So I sign the guy up for a package and show him
 the  rooms and  how to  operate the  beds, and  he takes  his first
 session.

 After several  times in the  salon, Jerry asked  if he could  start
 coming right  before I closed and  tan a little longer.  This was a
 small  salon, and  we often   allowed our  better customers  to tan
 longer than 30 minutes  if they had a good tan. So  I told him that
 it would be  no problem, that he could come  in later at night with
 no appointment most of the time.

 Then one night he comes in right as I'm getting ready to close, and
 he asks if he can tan. I told  him that I was just getting ready to
 close so that I would have time to tan before I went home. He asked
 if there was  any way that he could,  so I said sure, I  would just
 lock up and set  the timers, and we would both tan.  So I locked up
 and turned off the front lights  and set the timers. Jerry had been
 tanning  about 40  minutes at  a session,  so I  set our timers for
 about 40 minutes  each. I walked by Jerry's room  on the way to the
 room I  was using, and he  was taking off his  shoes. We had become
 casual friends, and he struck up a conversation with me. As we were
 talking, he began to undress. He  first removed his shirt and began
 rubbing a small amount of tanning  amplifier into his skin. Much to
 my surprise he removed his pants  a minute later, and began rubbing
 the lotion into his legs. I didn't act as if I had noticed anything
 unusual, but  I was a  little surprised that  he was undressing  in
 front of me...still I didn't think a lot about it. He didn't remove
 his briefs, but  rather massaged a small amount  of the lotion onto
 his buttocks and  pubic area by running his  hands into his shorts.
 Then he sorta  let the conversation trail off and  said that he was
 ready  to tan.  So I  excused myself  (reluctantly) and  went to my
 room.  As I  was walking  out of  his room,  he removed his briefs,
 exposing the rest of his well-tanned body.

 Just as my session ended, I THOUGHT that I heard a noise outside of
 the room. But since this salon is right next to a nightclub, I just
 assumed that  it was the D.J.  getting started up for  the evening.
 INSTEAD, it was Jerry knocking at the door, which I did not lock. I
 answered him, and he tried the  door and opened it slightly, asking
 if I would put a little more time on his bed since he wouldn't have
 a chance to  come again for several  days. Much to my  surprise, he
 was standing there in the hall totally naked. I asked him if he was
 sure that he wouldn't get burned, but  he said no, that he had been
 tanning nude  for about a  month with no  problems, except for  the
 fact that his  tan wasn't evening out as quickly  as he would like.
 Then he  asked me how long  I'd been tanning nude.  I told him that
 it'd been  about a year since  I started tanning nude,  and that it
 had taken a long time to even out my tan.

 So I walked  out to the desk, still nude,  to reset the timers. But
 Jerry had  other things in  mind. As I  walked behind the  desk, he
 walked up behind me and started massaging my back and shoulders. He
 then  moved his  hands toward   my chest,  and started  fondling my
 breasts slowly, moving down toward my pubic area. He started giving
 me a slow hand job, then after several minutes turned me around and
 began  sucking my  cock very  slowly and  professionally. He didn't
 suck hard or  fast enough to get me off,  but just enough to excite
 the Hell out of me. I  began to reciprocate, first slowly massaging
 his butt,  then moving to  his chest and  cock. I began  to rub his
 cock slowly, and his groans made  it QUITE apparent that he enjoyed
 what  I was  doing immensely.  He continued  to suck  my cock,  now
 somewhat faster,  but I remained in  control and refused to  cum. I
 was enjoying this too much to spoil it!

 We then laid down on the floor,  and he began to jerk me off again.
 We caressed  gently, and just  held each other  for a few  moments.
 Then  we went  into a  sixty-nine position...him  sucking me, and I
 sucking him.  I typically don't  enjoy sucking someone's  cock, but
 rather do it just to give them  pleasure and excite them. But I had
 developed a  good friendship with Jerry,  and I felt very  close to
 him, and felt  that we were sharing what was  a VERY special moment
 for both  of us, not  just a  quick  fuck for the  lack of anything
 better  to  do.  As  I  began  to  suck  his  cock I could feel the
 excitement  SOAR between  us, and  sucking him  was indeed  a GREAT
 pleasure  for  both  of  us.  I  sucked  him  slowly at first, then
 increased the intensity gradually. I sucked him until he was at the
 verge of  cumming, and then stopped  for a moment to  keep him from
 blowing his load  too soon. I fondled his cock  and ass slowly with
 my hands,  and caressed every beautifully-tanned  inch of his body.
 Then I began to suck him  again, concentrating right at the head of
 his cock, which, done properly, will drive you WILD with excitement
 and pleasure. I  then slid his cock deep into  my mouth, and slowly
 stroked it  with my tongue and  throat. All the while  I was on the
 verge of  cumming from the power  of his fabulous hands,  and I was
 begging him not to stop.

 Next I began to stroke his ass gently, and then began to finger his
 asshole very gently. He, like me, had a tight ass, and he responded
 very well to the stroking of my fingers. As I fingered his asshole,
 I began  to suck  his cock  more  rapidly.  He was  hugging me  and
 caressing me, and  the excitement that he was  transmitting made me
 want to  cum, too. After  sucking for a  minute or two,  I moved my
 right hand back down to his cock, and gave him a slow but firm hand
 job until he came.

 After he came,  he began to caress me again  and kiss my body. Then
 he moved back to my cock and sucked my cock slowly and deeply. Then
 he moved  one of his  hands to my  balls, and began  to caress them
 gently while  he sucked me. He  moved his left hand  down to my ass
 and began  to finger it  gently as I  had done to  him. My body was
 shivering with pleasure, and yet I was still in control. Finally he
 moved   his   hand   to   my    cock   and   resumed   his   rather
 professional-feeling hand job. My body had taken about all it could
 take, and I felt  as if I were about to cum.  But Jerry seemed able
 to judge my exact reaction, and  he kept me within inches of coming
 for several minutes. As I began to  cum, I begged him to slow down,
 because the feeling was too intense. But he refused, insisting that
 he was going to pump me for all  that I was worth. After I came, we
 just laid there holding one and  fell asleep in one another's arms.
 The next morning we got up early enough so that we were gone before
 the  owner arrived  for the  morning. No  one ever  knew about  our
 little "session" except  us. My roommate never even  asked what had
 happened  that night  and why  I hadn't  come home  until the  next
 morning. But we had several shorter, yet similar, sessions over the
 course  of  the  next  few  months,  and  Jerry  became  one  of MY
 "preferred customers."