Any young lovely on the lookout for male companionship of the intimate kind should try Alaska. Up there in the vast wilderness, amidst snow, ice and more snow, men outnumber the ladies a thousand to one.

And what’s more, not too long ago, any interested gal could have saved herself the round-trip airfare. Fifteen of the Alaskan tundra’s most eligible bachelors, all selected by a women’s magazine packed their flannel shirts, put a polish on their boots and were flown to the Big Apple. I was one of them. Wined and dined royally on man-size portions at a famous New York steak house, we were then auctioned off to the highest bidders for one evening of fun, all proceeds going to a well-known and most deserving charity. Being your basic skeptic, I had been somewhat wary of the whole project, but, at almost a year, it had been a long drought for my cock.

Met at Kennedy Airport by a small convoy of limousines. we were whisked to one of Manhattan’s finest hotels. And after a chance to freshen up, it was on to the restaurant, where the bidding would begin after cocktails and dinner.

The instant I walked in the door, I felt an overwhelming current of lust and suppressed desire pass through me. Waves of high-pitched cocktail chatter rose and fell to the accompaniment of a terrific jazz combo. One well-stacked blonde stared openly at me over cocktails, but soon we bachelors were seated for dinner on a dais overlooking the dining area. “I feel like a slab of steak on display at the meat market,” I confided to the beefy guy seated next to me.

“We probably are, but its for a good cause,” he said “Seen anything you’d like to spend the night with?”

I never answered. My eyes had locked with those of a striking brunette I had overlooked during the cocktail chitchat. She was sitting with a gray-haired dowager type. and a current of mutual intrigue was blazing instantly between us. My whole body tensed and grew chill with excitement as I watched her. A passive half-smile curved her mouth. but it was hard not to stare down at her inviting breasts. the kind I’d love to have blanketing my cock on one of those cold winter nights back home. But then the dowager was demanding her undivided attention and the official hostess was requesting mine; she needed more information in order to auction off my suddenly very horny body.

As the bidding got under way. l leamed that the brunette’s name was Lisa. And at the end of it all. the dowager. her grandmother. never so much as blinked an eye while writing out a check that made the recipient charity of the gala quite happy. For a while it had been touch and go: The stacked blonde put up one helluva fight to the finish for my body. but she lost. When the auctioneer’s gavel banged. I became Lisa’s property — lock, stock and barrel — for an exciting evening that would become an entire weekend.

“ls this your first trip to New York?” she wanted to know, by way of openers: her voice had a husky quality to it.

“My first trip anywhere for almost a year.” I gestured toward her grandmother, now holding court with a few other ladies. “Our chaperone?”

She laughed merrily — a sound that reminded me of bright splashes of sunshine. “It’s past her bedtime already. This is her favorite charity; she only brought me to collect on her investment.”

“Just what does collecting on that investment entail?” I asked. Lisa never replied. The deep blush only enhanced the beauty of her classical face.

I had mentioned how much I had enjoyed the jazz combo, so we chose a nightclub in Greenwich Village for more of the same. The club was small and intimate. with a dance floor the size of a napkin-which suited me just fine. There was no room to move; we just swayed rhythmically with the other couples to the soft blues of a muted trumpet.

Lisa’s body blended with mine, bathing us both in her tantalizing fragrance. Her breasts were pinned tightly against my chest, and my cock reared up, rigid and hard, between us. The gentle, feathery softness of her breathing had become a shallow raspiness in my ear, and I hoped she was as hot for sex as I was.

“You’re really wound tight. Exactly how long has it been since you…”

“Everything’s that obvious, huh?” I answered. “Suffice it to say that those calluses on the palm of that hand you’re holding aren’t from working on the Alaskan pipeline.” I figured she might enjoy the image of me playing it solo with my hard cock on a long winter’s night at home, but she cut to the chase faster than I’d expected. “Let’s move this show someplace else,” she said.

Fortunately for me, Lisa was a design student who maintained her own apartment independent of her doting grandmother; which was all I learned before claiming her lips in a cab headed for Park Avenue. They were soft, wet and warm, and my tongue flicked out and licked them hungrily before her tongue found mine. I couldn’t resist fondling her breasts while Lisa’s hand delicately surveyed the length of my hard-on. “Careful — that gun’s already cocked and ready to fire,” I warned softly as the doorman bounded forward to help us out of the taxi.

The end of what I refer to as my “Alaskan abstinence” had been well worth the wait. The tentative passion that had been kindled at the nightclub and that flamed up in the taxi had risen to fever pitch by the time we hit Lisa’s apartment. On the way to her bedroom, clothes were scattered everywhere as I followed the trail of her now-familiar scent. I was so close to ejaculating that I couldn’t even take the time to revel in all the nude beauty now confronting me — there was no foreplay whatsoever.

Lisa raced to stretch prone on the bed, and her long legs now separated in a wide invitation. Kneeling over her, I fisted my cock with both hands and aimed it at her pussy. I eased my head in, then, thrusting my hips forward, slid deeper inside her. When I pumped my first stroke, Lisa grabbed my hips and pulled me deeper into her core. Her body rocked like a boat in a storm against me, and there was no finesse in our frenzied coupling, no slowing down to savour each sensation. Only the sheer ferocity of animal sex as I pumped in and out of her, riding to an orgasm with my head thrown back, groaning. My hips thrust wildly between her thighs, and I gave vent to the sheer joy of ejaculation and filled her to the brim. “You are incredible!” I wailed.

I started fucking again, this time at a more rewarding and leisurely pace in order to satisfy Lisa as well as myself. Bending forward to kiss her, I could taste our salty perspiration as we sucked at each other’s lips. Lisa lifted her rear from the bed for deeper entry, savouring every thrust. It felt as though her whole being ached for the ultimate as she rose to clasp me tightly. Her sex muscles were contracting rhythmically around my cock, vising tightly and coaxing another orgasm for us together. It came with a howl of victory.

Collapsing together, we cuddled affectionately in the afterglow of lovemaking, and I enjoyed taking time now to explore every nook and cranny of Lisa’s beautiful body. My fingers crept over her smooth curves. revelling in the flesh that had responded so fully only minutes before. And in only minutes. I fell into a sound, dreamless sleep, cradling her in my arms.

The next morning I was awakened by that utopia of all pleasures: the sweet sensation of Lisa’s lips making love to my morning-hard cock — she has every inch enveloped in her warm mouth. Realizing I was awake, she waved good morning with one hand, then used it to massage my balls. Her expert ministrations had me peppered with goose bumps and kept me bucking and humping until I couldn’t contain the mounting heat any longer and my seed cascaded into Lisa’s mouth.

“What a way to start the day! Oh, that it way this was back home.” I lamented between loud gasps.

“Up and at ‘em, then.” Lisa declared. “We’re going jogging in Central Park, and then it’s brunch with Granny. After that, we’re on our own.”

“I’d rather burn off those calories right here in this bed!” I protested, but when I tried to part her sheer negligee, Lisa stepped nimbly out of reach.

“I’m the one who has to shed the calories, not you. And Granny is a must — she foots the bills,” Lisa insisted. So she decked me out in a jogging outfit her father kept handy when in New York, and we headed for Central Park. Lisa’s trim legs were accentuated by shiny striped spandex pants that looked like tights — and she provoked admiring gazes from every honcho we encountered on the cinder track running around the park’s reservoir. She was an excellent runner and I had my work cut out for me.

After the required quota of laps, without breaking her stride. Lisa jogged me out of the park and on to her grandmother’s building, which was only blocks away on the East Side. Barely out of breath, she was flushed with the exhilaration of exercise and lovelier than ever. I swear, if the doorman hadn’t been announcing us over the intercom. I would have fucked her in the lobby. Instead, I settled for a kiss that told me she wouldn’t have minded, either.

The dowager wasn’t as foreboding as I had imagined, although I felt like a bull in a china closet inside her baronial apartment. But the eyes with Lisa’s twinkle in them appraised me at close range and apparently approved, and I was immediately set at ease.

Brunch was champagne with strawberries, an herb omelet and lemon souffle — all this consumed while her grandmother angled discreetly and learned that I flew my own company plane around Alaska. Then, after her blessing — an understanding and deliberate wink— the doorman was bowing us out of the building. We jogged back to Lisa’s for a quick shower, for it was then her intention to give me a whirlwind tour of the Big Apple.

I watched while warm water pelted Lisa’s breasts and streamed down into her pubic hair. Making thick, rich suds, she worked the frothiness into her flesh and let the water flow over her until her breasts glowed with pink freshness. I stepped into the shower and hugged her from behind, my hard-on nibbing the slickness of her toasty ass. Lisa reached back with one soapy hand to suds my solid length and, stroking it in her fist, washed my cock clean of lather. Then she held it in a death grip. Nuzzling the nape of her neck. I whispered hoarsely.

“Guide it in for me…”

Lisa spread her legs and stretched herself upward. Fisting my thick shaft again, she urged my bulbous head inside, and I felt her lush folds enveloping it. With slow determination. I kept pushing slowly, onward and inward, while Lisa braced her body against the shower wall. Using her hips as handles, I began stroking in and out, each push into her pussy bringing me more euphoria against the backdrop of the sound of rushing water.

I accelerated the tempo quickly, tugging her backside tight against me, wanting it to last forever but knowing it couldn’t. Then I snapped abruptly and I plunged in, burying my cock to the very base as we came together. Happily drained, we slid to the floor under the spraying water.

Rather than taxi around town, Lisa called for the limousine still at our disposal and we did the Big Apple the rich and famous way. I oohed and aahed appreciatively at every damned tourist attraction on the agenda until we finally called a halt for late dinner at the Cafe des Artistes, followed by New York’s must without which no romantic visit is complete — a moonlight carriage ride through Central Park.

A myriad of stars twinkled rightly that evening, illuminating the light snow. My cock hardened, and under our riding blanket, Lisa squeezed my thigh. “So responsive,” she teased softly. Then I could feel her hand undoing my zipper while I held my breath.

Just by tickling that large extended vein on the underside, she had me almost to the point of orgasm. Her forefinger danced lightly up and down the pumping pipeline of my cock, throbbing more hot blood to the taut crown, which was almost ready to burst into shards of blazing flesh.

My hand dipped into her panties, and warm wetness covered my fingers as they crept between her folds. I found her clitoris, and Lisa’s whole body trembled. I curved my middle three fingers and pushed them inside her. Then I covered us completely with the blanket while we masturbated one another.

When our carriage ride came to an end, I gratefully tipped the driver a little extravagantly; he smiled broadly and gave me a conspiratorial wink not unlike that of Lisa’s grandmother.

We toasted the night of love still ahead of us at a little English-style pub. B&B in a heated brandy snifter gave me a warm glow in my groin and brought a flush to Lisa’s lovely countenance. “What about coming back to Alaska with me?” I asked.

Her flush deepened. “Granny only rented you for one evening,” she reminded me.

“How about a lifetime of evenings instead?” I persisted.

“Oh, come on, that’s a lot to think about this fast.” That’s all I could get to satisfy me. But soon we were romping in her bed again and Lisa’s warm flesh was smothering me with its sweetness, her delightful breasts swinging temptingly over my face. As I kissed and nibbled, I found myself burning to taste the sweetness of her cunt again, and I tugged her hips toward my mouth.

Lisa eased her pussy down against my mouth with a deep sigh of anticipation, and I licked her puffy folds and eased my tongue between them. Her whole body rippled in response, and when she twisted around to go after my cock, our sixty-nine was complete.

My groin began blazing as she worked my cock in her mouth, but just as she was driving me to the very brink of a hearty blast-off, she twisted around again. “Fill me up like you did that first time last night,” she demanded. “I want to feel that exhilaration of riding you to a climax.”

Hovering over me, she guided my cock inside her and lowered herself to take me deep to her very core. The fiery softness of her channel blanketed my erection, and as we moved together, the flames blazed higher with each deep plunge we took. Lisa began rocking and squirming, and my entire body glowed. We flew higher and still higher together until I finally stiffened and an orgasm ripped through me like a lightning bolt. The muscles of her meaty cunt continued to milk my cock dry, refusing to surrender it until I finally became limp. Before I could manage to tell her how much better it was each time, we were both sound asleep, happy in dreamland.

I’m back home in Alaska, wishing I had Lisa to keep me warm and my cock satisfied on our long, cold, lonely nights. She sent me a newspaper clipping the other day. Her foray through the Big Apple with one of “those big Alaskan huskies” had been an item in the social column of one of New York’s daily tabloids. It ended by wondering whether she might be finally serious about someone. I’m still wondering myself — and hoping.