Chapter 53: The Linen Mill in N.C.

Windy sent me out to get breakfast as she put the noodle water on. She’s making lasagna today to take back to the house in Williamsburg. The sweet-smelling sauce has filled up the house in Ft Lauderdale for the next day.

She had to stay to watch it. I went out and got us breakfast croissants and two coffees. I put them in the right pannier. I wedged the coffees in with the four sandwiches in their bag. I selected the super smooth driving mode for my new Honda. It made the bike drive like a granny on Sunday.

We ate our breakfast as the noodles rested in the pot. She kept the sauce warm; it smelled so yummy.

She began assembling the lasagna layers for the two pans. Then she put it in the oven. While it baked, we headed to Publix for the other fixings. Windy got three bags of spring salad mix. She included cherry tomatoes, a high-quality balsamic vinaigrette, and olive oil for salad dressing. She also got three fresh loaves of Italian bread to make garlic bread. She already had the garlic salt and butter.

We bought six bottles of wine, three Tuscan Chianti and three Barbera reds.

Windy was waiting for the lasagna to cool before assembling the garlic bread.

I sent, “Ox, I need my pipe.”

He said, “Would you like to try something a little different?”

“Surprise me.”

A large pipe appeared next to me, and a full pouch of tobacco. I picked it up. It’s a light-shaded briar, polished to a nice finish. I examined the wood, and this big monster was flawless. I pulled the stem out and found that it has a filter inside. The writing on the side of the filter is in German. A box of filters appeared, accompanied by a bag of small balls that appeared to be made from 00 steel wool.

I said, “I get the filter idea. What are the misshapen steel balls about?”

“They go in the bowl before you load tobacco. This prevents the bottom of the bowl from becoming waterlogged as quickly and significantly improves the draw. I chose this pipe because you seem to like larger bowls. Apparently, they seem to smoke cooler. These filters are activated charcoal. There are other filters; they have different systems and cost less. The science says these are the best filters.”

I fitted a few small balls in the bottom and opened the tobacco pouch. Mmm ... that smells delightful. I loaded it up and tamped it down. A wood-cased butane lighter for pipes appeared. It had built-in pipe tools that swing out. I started puffing as I walked outside.

Ox said, “Shielding to the north. You’re naked.”

I said, “Thanks. It seems natural to be naked to smoke. Most of the time I’ve smoked, I’m naked. It started in the apartment in Williamsburg on the rooftop, then the hotel in Santiago de Cuba.”

I sat on one of the padded pool chairs that were here.

“Ox, “Can I get a whiskey?”

“It’s still early...”

I said, “Ya, but this tobacco screams for a whiskey in my other hand.”

I saw a bottle of Maker’s Mark 90 proof and a small highball glass appeared with a pitcher of ice.

I thought, “Ohh, that’s excellent. It’s good to be the king.”

A pipe ashtray with a big cork in the middle appeared beside me. It’s a classic brown glass ashtray, around 12 inches wide. I bet it’s an antique.

Ox said, “I screened northwards; I did not screen to the west. Helen Marks has been sunbathing topless next door. She knows you’re here, she’s peeked.”

He put a vid of her peeking between the bushes and trees at me. My cock, even when soft, is still a respectable size. Helen is frigging herself with her swimsuit’s panties partway down as she spies on me. Through no fault of my own, I got hard just watching her frig herself.

I tamped my pipe out and reloaded it. I changed the filters from the small box provided, installed new steel balls, and reloaded it. I poured two more fingers into my glass and took a sip. I lit my pipe, and I could tell Helen could smell it. She was obviously sniffing the air.

Ox showed me closeups of Helen’s augmented tits. Her nipples are so dark that they resemble dark chocolate. Her titties look pretty good. I think she got the smallest boob inserts available since she looks about 16 years old on top.

I said, “Her tits look extremely nice.”

Ox said, They should. I worked all night replacing her silicone bags with firm teenage titty flesh. Her bedroom is opposite yours. I easily reached that far.

My house was very like Dad’s first house, only flipped in reverse. It’s left-to-right, our bedroom was nearer to Helen’s house towards the right.

I only heard a couple of quiet squeaks as she climaxed while peeping at my nakedness. I pretended she was not there.

The lasagna was still probably cooling. I got up and went upstairs to check on Windy. She had been watching Helen like I had from upstairs.

She was viewing Helen virtually. The air was full of Windy’s scent. I lay down and slid my tongue right up inside Windy’s pussy. I selected the fat, long tongue this time. I lay there and lazily tongue fucked her.

She said, “Helen is pretty hot for 40ish.’ She started bucking against my face. I had to grab hold of her hips,

“OHHHHHFFFUUUUUUCCCKKKKK BILL!”

She thrashed around as I felt her insides trying to crush and milk my tongue. As soon as her hips stopped moving, I plunged myself into her. I was not in her long. Helen’s body had prepped me and had my nuts roiling already.

“HNNGH!, I needed that, babe.”

It was time to get moving. Wendy put the garlic toast together.