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Blue Moon

By: beaverhunter76



Sabrina Spellman stood on the porch outside her student house. She had just come back from her first date with Josh and he was now walking her to her door. Her hair had returned to her natural dark red, and she was wearing a white shirt that left her mid-rift bare, and her maroon mini-skirt with black stockings and black high heels. It was a warm night, so she had no coat.

"I had a great time tonight, Josh." Sabrina said as she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck.

"Me too." He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. Sabrina stood on her toes and reached up to kiss him goodnight.

They held the kiss for a minute, and Sabrina almost melted as she felt a bulge grow in his pants that was pressing again her moist pussy. What she wanted most now was for him to unzip his pants and pull out cock, so she could take it down her throat. When his hands slid down to her ass, she thought she'd cum on the spot. Suddenly her eyes shot open and she pushed Josh away.

"I'm sorry Sabrina, I don't know what came over me." Josh was sincerely flustered.

"It's… it's okay Josh. I don't know what came over me either." And she was telling the truth.

When Josh backed off, he noticed something about Sabrina's red leather mini-skirt. "Did you spill your drink tonight, your skirt's damp?"

Sabrina looked down at her skirt, and noticed that it was wet around her crotch. "Um…" She had to think fast. "I peed myself." Too fast. She regretted it as soon as the words came out of her mouth.

"Well, I guess that answers the mystery of that puddle below you."

"What?" Sabrina was now freaking. She looked lower, and saw that there was a puddle on the porch, underneath her skirt. It wasn't pee, though. It was her cum. Her pussy was dripping through her panties. "I had to much to drink tonight."

"Relax Sabrina." Josh said. "I'm actually turned on by this."

She looked at him like he was a freak, but she had a big grin on her face. "Really?"

"Yeah. It's a college thing. In fact, I'd ask to come in and watch you sit on the toilet, but I can see Morgan inside, and I don't think she'd be happy to see me right now." He had recently dumped Morgan, which did not make her happy.

"Yeah, your probably right." Sabrina didn't really care about Morgan, but she knew that if Josh came inside, she'd lead him to her bed where they would have hours of hot kinky sex. Now there was nothing wrong with that, but she was still a virgin and had never even thought about sex before. Not even with Harvey, her high school sweet heart.

"I better let you go in, your peeing yourself again."

She looked down for a third time and was aghast to see more cum drizzling down from her skirt. "Gotta go." She pushed him back and quickly ran inside and closed the door behind Josh. Before he left, he bent down and inhaled the cum on the porch. Intoxicated by the scent, he dipped his finger in it and sucked it clean, than he left.

Inside the house, Sabrina ran across the living room to her bedroom.

"Have a good time?" Morgan asked, though her tone suggested that she didn't really care.

"It was great, gotta go." She closed the door behind her.

Morgan didn't really hear her, but when she smelled Sabrina's musky scent, she put down her magazine and inhaled deeply. "Wow, that's great perfume."

Inside her bedroom, Sabrina made sure that her other roommate, Roxy, wasn't around, and then she zapped herself to her aunts. Appearing in the kitchen, Sabrina yelled in shock when she saw her aunt Zelda spread eagled on the kitchen table, getting fucked by some naked guy in a lab coat, and her aunt Hilda bent over the counter, taking it in the ass by a large black bear.

"Ahhh! Aunt Zelda, aunt Hilda what are you doing with him," she pointed to the scientist, "and… cousin Ben?"

The bear looked over his shoulder and growled. 

Zelda looked up from her wild sex and gasped. "Oh, Sabrina. Take five boys." She waved her fingers and zapped the scientist and cousin Ben away.

"Hey, what gives?" Hilda shouted. When she looked back and saw a very disturbed Sabrina, she stood up, "Oh shit." She said, as she comprehended.

"What were you two doing? Wait, I don't really want to know."

"I guess we owe you an explanation." Zelda said as she zapped on a lace night coat. Hilda also zapped one for herself.

"You think?" She was hysterical.

"Well, you see, there's a blue moon outside tonight."

"I know, that's why Josh walked with me in the campus park tonight."

"Yeah, but when there's a blue moon out in the mortal realm, witches … um, how can I explain this." Hilda explained.

"Witches get horny as other realm rabbits." Salem said, as he ran into the room and jumped onto the counter.

"Which explains why you're cumming on our kitchen floor." Zelda pointed out.

"Hmm." Salem jumped off the counter and went to where Sabrina was making a puddle, and he started licking up her dripping cum. "Yum, sweater then when she turned sixteen."

"Eew, Salem." Sabrina was grossed out. "Hey, wait a minute. So that was you under my covers." Salem just laughed and kept drinking.

"Why am I just finding out about this now?"

"Well, this was never an easy topic to talk about with you, and we did try after the first time, but you were to young to understand." Zelda explained.

"First time?"

"Yes, when you first arrived. There was a blue moon three months after your sixteenth birthday, and since you didn't have a boyfriend, your aunt Hilda and I had to…um… help you."

"Eew." Sabrina was grossed out.

"Luckily once the blue moon passes, a witch can choose to forget what happened. This is why you don't remember your first time . . . and the second time."

"Second time?"

Hilda answered this question. "It was close to your eighteenth birthday. We let you get drunk and then we went at it again with you. We offered to zap in Harvey, but you wanted your first time to be special. Afterwards, you forgot again."

"Well, I guess this is okay for this time. I've masturbated before and Roxy does have that great toy under her bed. I guess I can satisfy myself until I fall asleep and everything will be back to normal tomorrow."

"I'm afraid not honey." Zelda said.

Hilda walked up behind her sister and wrapped her arms around Zelda's waist. "You see a female witch must have at least nine orgasms before the moon sets, or she'll turn into a nymph. Which isn't always to bad, unless you like the life you're living now." Hilda's hands where slipping underneath Zelda's nightgown and began to fondle her breasts.

Zelda leaned her head back again Hilda and kissed her neck. "And they must be administered by someone. Toys and machines don't count."

"What are you two doing?"

"Well, you did make our 'guests' leave." Hilda said as her hands slid down into Zelda's pussy.

"This is getting really weird." Sabrina whined. "Where's cousin Ben, I can use his big cock inside me." She looked around for the bear but then stopped. "Eew, what am I saying." Her pussy continued to drip. "And how do I turn this off?" She said, pointing at her cunt. "I'm sorry honey, but you must have sex. You're welcome to stay with us. It will just be like old times." Zelda opened up her gown, showing Sabrina her shapely figure and slightly drooping breasts, as well as three of Hilda's fingers shoved up her shaved cunt.

"Yeah, we'll just keep it us three." Hilda said. "Well, maybe we can bring back cousin Ben. He is so big and strong."

"Grosse. Salem what are you doing now?" the black cat was fucking her leg.

"Hey, I may not be a witch anymore, or have any magic powers,  but I'm still horny."

"I need to get out of here." Sabrina zapped herself back to her own house.

"I hope she's going to be all right." Hilda said, pulling on Zelda's clit.

"I'm sure she'll be okay." Zelda replied. "Now for our fun." She twirled her finger again, and zapped back in cousin Ben and her scientist, who's dick was covered in bear shit.

"Hey you two."

Ben growled and knocked Hilda back onto the counter.  He proved this by shoving his huge cock back into Hilda's ass.

"Hey, does anyone know where Salem went?" Zelda said as she rode her scientist's dick.

*****

Back at the student house, Sabrina was pacing her floor. "What am I going to do? I need to have hot sex, but I want to stay a virgin."

"You heard your aunts' invitation. It doesn't have to be sex with a guy. Or even a human. Just as long as it's with something that's alive. Well, not even that if you listen to your second cousin, Hazel, who likes to have sex with ghouls."

"Grosse. I don't want to have sex with my aunts. Or the undead." She had fallen onto her bed and shoved her fingers down her panties, fingering her very wet pussy. "God, I am so horny. Hey, what happened to my bush?" She dropped her skirt and lifted her panties with a thumb. Her pussy was completely bald.

"It's another thing that happens when the blue moon is out. Your fuzz won't grow back for two months."

"What?" She freaked out, but she fell back and fingered herself faster. "Oh god, I need to get laid."

"And as for that, your aunts aren't your only options." Salem rolled onto his back and his tiny cat dick popped out of his sack.

"Oh please. That tootsie roll won't satisfy me." She ripped her top off and twisted a nipple underneath her bras.

Salem cried at this remark, but then said, "Well, you do have two attractive roommates. And Milo."

"Well, Milo is out, but that's okay because I don't want him. But the others…." Sabrina stood back up and walked over to Roxy's clothes hamper. Opening the hamper, she took out one of Roxy's few frilly panties. She had last worn it two nights ago to a party. They were white and covered in piss stains and cum stains. Sabrina raised them to her nose and inhaled deeply. "Beautiful."

Walking back to the bed, she picked up Salem and thought about this. While walking, Salem used this time to rub himself against her breasts and sniff Roxy's panties whenever they reached his nose. "This might work. Roxy and I had talked about it before, though we were both really drunk. And I know that Morgan has done it before, because she talked to us about it. And she had that video tape." 

She sat back down, and Salem walked over the bed to stand over Sabrina's pussy. With his tiny rough tongue he started licking her wet cunt. "Ohhh yes." He purred. Sabrina didn't notice, busy picturing her and her female roommates having sex.

"But how do I seduce them?"

Salem's answer was muffled in her pussy.

"Salem!" she shouted, pushing him to the floor.

Salem cried again, but then said, "You're a witch, use your magic. Just cast a spell on them."

"That's it." Sabrina stood up and walked over to her magic laptop, when she heard the front door slam shut.

"Men are all pigs." Roxy shouted. Forgetting about the spell (and her current wardrobe), Sabrina left the bedroom to see what was the matter. In the living room, she saw Morgan listening to Roxy complain about her date. Roxy's hair was black and flowed over the middle of her back as she moved. She was wearing a very hot pair of tight black leather pants and a tight black shirt. If Roxy was wearing this outfit, it meant that she was also wearing her only g-string and a push up bras. She looked incredibly hot in it. Morgan was also looking hot, wearing a blue top and spandex pants, with her red curly hair down.

"Can you believe he wanted me to fuck his best friend, while sucking him off?" Roxy was saying.

"What was the problem?" Morgan asked, not understanding.

"Why am I talking to you?" Roxy shook her head in defeat. Looking up she noticed Sabrina. "And why are you half naked and holding a pair of my dirty panties?"

She had forgotten about them. Throwing them back in the room, Sabrina tried to come up with some kind of explanation, but she was just too horny. Instead she ran at Roxy and took her in a deep embrace. Roxy was so surprised by this, she was unable to stop Sabrina, and Morgan just stared in shock. When Sabrina wouldn't end the embrace, Roxy's eyes closed and her arms wrapped themselves around her. After a couple of minutes, their embrace became more passionate as their tongues got involved, and Roxy's hands slid down to Sabrina's ass. Roxy didn't mind that Sabrina's panties were soaked and sticky, as she slid her hands beneath the flimsy material and squeezed.

"Hey, what are you two doing?" Morgan asked, standing up.

Sabrina ended the embrace and Roxy took a few steps back. "Wow. That was incredible." The dark haired girl's head was spinning.

Turning to Morgan, Sabrina knelt down and pulled down her resident advisor's pants, exposing her pink pussy that was covered by downy red hair. You couldn't call it a bush, because it wasn't bushy. The hair covered her cunt, but didn't hide it.

"Sabrina!" Morgan was too shocked to do anything to stop her, so when Sabrina started licking her cunt, Morgan could only close her eyes and moan.

With a little prodding, Sabrina pushed Morgan back down onto the couch and spread her legs wide open. Now that she had full access, Sabrina leaned forward and stuck two fingers into Morgan's already dripping pussy. They fit easily in, so Sabrina was able to slip in a third. It too also slid in easily. Her pussy wasn't fat, but it sure was big. She must have a lot of experience.

While fingering her, Sabrina also continued licking. When Morgan's clit popped out, she took it between her teeth. Morgan yelped, but her eyes stayed closed and she continued to groan in pleasure.

"Oh Sabrina. If I had known you two were into this, I would have done this a lot sooner." Morgan said as she stroked Sabrina's red hair.

"Hey, I never said I was into this." Roxy said, backing away from the pair. She was freaked out and couldn't understand why the kiss had excited her so much, or even why the sight before her now was making her so hot.

Sabrina now had four fingers inside Morgan and it was finally starting to feel tight. Her clit had also swollen to a large size and Sabrina continued playing with it between her teeth. "Come on Roxy," Morgan said. "Just look at Sabrina white ass, just sticking up in the air like that. Look how wet she is. Her panties are so full of cum you can see her asshole through them. And they must be itchy too. She's been dripping for a while now, with no one to clean it up."

Roxy's eyes were pulled to Sabrina's ass when Morgan had mentioned it, and she now couldn't look away, even if she wanted to. Morgan was right; she could see Sabrina's tiny asshole. And her bald pussy underneath. Her fingers where still sticky from their contact with that ass and pussy. Roxy licked her fingers clean, and almost swooned from the sweet taste. It was incredible. And if that little bit from her fingers was good, then… She needed no more encouragement. Roxy dropped to the floor and pulled Sabrina's panties off, throwing them away where they landed on Salem's head. Laying down on her back, Roxy positioned herself so that her head was underneath Sabrina's hips and she could suck her cunt. Roxy waited for a few drops of cum to drip off into her mouth, before she buried her face into Sabrina.

Sabrina stopped her meal as she gasped from Roxy's sudden attention. Looking down, she smiled when she saw the raven-haired girl eating her snatch. Finally getting the attention she needed, Sabrina dove back into Morgan's red cunt. Morgan leaned back in the couch grinding her hips into Sabrina's face. "Oh Sabrina. You really know how to use your tongue."

"My aunts taught me well."

All three girls paused for a second after hearing this, but Sabrina just shrugged her shoulders and went back to Morgan's pussy, while Roxy returned to hers. When she felt Roxy's tongue pressing deep into her, she was in heaven. When Roxy stuck two fingers (all that she could fit) into her cunt, Sabrina let out a loud groan of deep pleasure. "Oh god, yesss, that's so good."

Morgan leaned forward and slid her fingers over Sabrina's back. "Here, let me make you more comfortable." She then unhooked Sabrina's braw, letting it fall to the floor, and letting her c-cup breasts hang down.

"Hmmm, let me thank you." Sabrina replied, as she pulled her four fingers out, made a fist, and shoved it into her older friend.

Morgan straightened and cried out, but once the pain past, she slid back down, letting Sabrina's fist go deeper in. "Good thing you have small hands." Morgan said. Sabrina was up to her wrist in Morgan.

"Hey, I can do that too." Roxy said as she slid out from underneath her and sat on her knees,

"What?!" Sabrina looked up from Morgan's pussy in alarm. Then screamed out as Roxy shoved her fist deep into Sabrina's cunt. "AHHHHH!!!"

Roxy also had small, delicate hands, but Sabrina's cunt was untouched and very tight. Roxy had enough trouble getting two fingers in, but now she had managed to fit her fist inside. Sabrina went from Heaven to Hell, but she didn't care. She accepted the pain and started grinding herself on Roxy's fist.

"Hey, no fair. Sabrina forgot all about me." Morgan complained. Sabrina's fist was still inside her, but now that the witch's attention was pulled away, she wasn't pumping her first anymore.

"I'm… I'm sorry… Morgan." Sabrina panted. The pain was finally passing as she got used to having a fist inside her cunt. She went back to pumping her fist, but when ever an orgasm shook her, she forgot about Morgan.

"Guess I'll have to do things myself." Morgan started pumping up and down Sabrina's fist, much like she does on a real cock, or on her favorite chair.

Sabrina felt Morgan grinding, and smiled up at the natural red head, before closing her eyes and groaning as Roxy continued to pump. "Oh god, yes." This was her ninth orgasm, and she was now safe from the affects of the blue moon, but Sabrina didn't care. The night was still young and she was still horny.

With some difficulty, Sabrina pulled her fist out of Morgan's cunt. She had some trouble with this, because Morgan was so tight, that she didn't want to let go. When it was out, Sabrina climbed up over Morgan and brought her hand to Morgan's lips. Both girls started licking clean Sabrina's sticky hand.

"Hey!" Roxy complained as Sabrina's movements dragged her along, since her fist was still connected. When she had regained her balance, Roxy tried to pull her own fist out of Sabrina's cunt, but it was still tightly clamped down on it. "Hey, let go. You're crushing my wrist." Roxy used her other hand to push against Sabrina's bare ass, trying to force her hand out, but with no luck. Finally she pinched Sabrina's ass with her long nails, but this only seemed to excite her more, as she cried out.

"Ouch!" Sabrina looked behind her and saw Roxy rolling on the floor in pain.

"My hand! Let go of my hand you tight cunt bitch."

"Sorry." Sabrina said and relaxed her cunt enough so Roxy could remove her wet and sticky, though swollen, hand.

At first, Roxy brought her hand to her mouth to suck it because of the pain, but as she tasted Sabrina's warm, salty cum, she started licking her hand like a popsicle.

"That looks good." Morgan said and Roxy moved closer to the two other girls and all three cleaned off Roxy's sticky hand.

When they where done, Roxy moved closer to Morgan and helped slide her shirt off. Just before it was over her head, Roxy stopped it, holding it over her eyes, and pinning her arms in the air. With Morgan held helpless, Roxy leaned forward and kissed the red head advisor on her ruby lips. Sabrina felt herself growing even wetter watching Roxy and Morgan tongue wrestle, and her hand unconsciously slid down to her dripping cunt. It was still stretched and sore from Roxy's fist, but this just allowed her to fit three fingers in. When Roxy finished her embrace, she pulled off Morgan's top and threw it aside. With her tiny breasts revealed, Morgan invited Sabrina over to suck on her erect nipples, while Roxy practically ripped her own clothes off. Sabrina accepted the offer with an appreciative appetite. Her moist lips took the right pink nub, while the now fully naked Roxy came over and took the left nipple in her own mouth. Morgan stood tall as she felt the two girls suckle. "If only my breasts were bigger," she whispered.


Blue Moon



It was late, about one a.m. in the morning. She was tired, traveling since noon, needed gas and a cup of coffee. She pulled into the little diner slash gas station and stepped out into the cold night air. The scent of gasoline, oil and the pines of the forest surrounding the rural diner drifted to her on the night breeze. The only sounds at this hour were that of the engine ticking as it cooled and the hum emanating from the cold neon lights illuminating the fuel pumps. 

Filling the tank she noticed that it was extremely bright out. The light from the blue moon, illuminated the night, creating spooky shadows in the woods across the road. After filling the tank, she pulled the car into the diner's empty parking area and went inside for that much needed cup of coffee.

Once inside, she smelled the familiar scent of steak, eggs and coffee that seemed to haunt every diner in the country. It always seemed to linger as if part of the quaint décor. She took a seat at a booth, looked around and noticed a man sitting at the far end of the counter. 

She immediately felt a shiver of fear resulting from years of training by her parents, school, and media that had told her to beware of strangers. 

Looking him over, she was not displeased at his appearance. Old worn and faded brown leather jacket, like the kind fighter pilots of old once wore. A white tee shirt, faded and slightly worn jeans, she noticed the frayed cuffs and a tear here and there. Black boots, like something someone in the military might have worn, now old and scuffed. His face was tanned and leathered as if from years of exposure to the elements. His features hard and haunting but not unpleasing to look at. His hair dark, streaked with gray was pulled back into a small ponytail. 

She looked away quickly as he glanced her direction, but his eyes, blue gray with a hard tinge to them, seemed to have looked right through her, taking in her past, present and future. Flipping through her secrets as if skimming through a book with that simple glance.

Suddenly, a plump, little round women wearing a white apron and a faded light blue pinstriped dress appeared at the booth. The woman smiled a tired smile and asked if she would like to order something. 

She smiled at the woman and said "Just a cup of coffee if that's ok?" 

The woman tisked at her and said, "Ya need to eat somethin' honey, you don't want to be travelin' on an empty stomach." 

She was about to turn the offer of food down when she glanced at the stranger again and realized it would give her an excuse to stay a little longer. She ordered an omelet and toast then watched as the little woman retreated to the kitchen. 

She sat there and gazed at the window and noticed that hers was the only car in the lot. Shyly she glanced back at the stranger and looked at the floor around him and noticed an old pack lying on the faded, tiled floor next to him. 

The little woman returned to pour her a cup of coffee and asked where she was headed and made small talk. 

As she answered the woman's innocent questions, she caught herself continuing to glance in the stranger's direction. 

The woman noticed this and winked at her and whispered "He strolled in about an hour before she did. He's not bad is he? Doesn't say much, makes ya kinda nervous but in a good way." and she winked at her. The woman sighed and said laughing as she headed back to the kitchen "If I was only about twenty years younger." 

She did a quick estimation and figured twenty years would still put her in her fifties and smiled.

As she sat there drinking her coffee, she started to wonder what it would be like to pick up a total stranger and... No, why was she thinking like that? She was not the kind who picked up strangers, especially in the middle of the night. But looking at him, she still felt a twinge of excitement at the thought of a mad passionate fling with a total stranger. Ahhhh fantasy, the stuff of dreams. Smiling to herself she sipped her coffee. 

Looking back out the window, taking in the vista of the deep forest, the uncharacteristic blue moon riding high over the tops of the trees, dark mountains off in the distance creating a jagged break in the dark velvety night sky. She smiled again, thinking what a naughty girl she was for even thinking such thoughts.

She was startled when she heard a low voice, just above a whisper, not to deep and not to high ask if she would like to share a cup of coffee. Looking up in surprise, she saw the stranger standing next to the booth. He was leaning casually against the post, looking down on her with a slight smile. She was frightened and shocked that a total stranger would approach her, but she was even more surprised when she heard herself answer with a quiet, "Yes."

He slipped into the booth with a supple grace, reminding her of an athlete or maybe a large predatory animal. He was not old, but by no means a young man. His eyes showed a slight sadness but also a hint of mischief, a remnant of younger days perhaps. His face is darkly tanned and the lines on his face showed the years confirming for her that this is a person who spent much of their time outdoors. 

She noticed his eyes roaming over her and his nostrils flared slightly as if he was trying to catch her scent. She blushed at the thought. Thinking that's crazy. 

He asked her, her name and what she was doing out this late at night. 

Normally she didn't even talk to strangers, let alone answer their questions, but even though she still felt that little bit of fear crawling up the back of her neck she answered his questions readily. 

He asked her where she was headed. 

As she answered, she seemed drawn into his eyes, eyes that were looking deeply into hers. 

He smiled slightly revealing sharp and what appeared to be slightly longer canine teeth than were normal. She smiled to herself thinking about the old Wolfman movie she saw on television the other night. 

He looked at her with a smile and a slight hint of mischief in his eyes and said He was embarrassed to ask but seeing as how she was going the same way he is could he possibly catch a ride?

She felt a momentary urge to flee, but found herself saying "Sure."

He looked at her, speaking softly with the slightest hint of an accent. "If you want to miss the traffic at the next metropolis you should probably get on the road soon." 

Without giving it a second thought, she dropped the money for gas and the undelivered breakfast and slid out of the booth. 

Outside she paused to allow him to pass her and walk around to the other side of the car, looking at his rear, she smiled to herself and thought what a bad girl she was. 

Soon the car was slipping through the darkness, the sounds of soft mellow music emanating from the stereo. They made small talk, where they are from, likes dislikes, small talk. After about an hour or so she felt her eyes getting heavy. 

He told her that she should not push herself like that. "That's how accidents happen." 

She smiled and asked him if he would like to drive for a bit, and was shocked when he said he didn't know how. 

He smiled at her and said "There is a small camping area up the road a bit and she could pull in there and take a little nap, He would keep watch over her and make sure she was safe." 

Thinking that this was crazy, alone in the middle of nowhere with a total stranger and even though he still frightened her a bit she trusted his words. 

A few miles later she pulled into the small camping area which was nothing more than a gravel parking area and a couple of cabins closed for the season. She stopped the car and sighed deeply, wishing she had bought the model car that came with reclining seats. Squirming about, she tried to get comfortable and closed her eyes. 

There was a gentle touch of fingers on her shoulder. 

The stranger smiled and said with a soft laugh "Come with me, You should be sleeping in a bed not the front seat of an uncomfortable compact car."

They slipped through the darkness and approached one of the dark cabins. His body blocked her view of the door but she heard a slight metallic crunch and saw the door of the cabin swing open. 

He stepped through and a moment later a small gas lantern flickered to life. The inside of the cabin had the look of a small fleabag hotel room, and all the odors that accompany it but it had a bed, she sighed contentedly. 

He reached into his pack he pulled out an old green sleeping bag and spread it out on the bed. "There your are milady." He said in a tone that might be used by a butler on an old late night movie. "I wouldn't want any wee beasties bothering you while you slept." 

She smiled softly and lay down on the old sleeping bag, her eyes immediately fluttered shut.

She woke up suddenly, looking across the room she saw him sitting in the chair watching her with a soft smile on his face. She smiled, and emitted a little moan as she stretched, comfortable and safe. The smell of the forest and him all over the sleeping bag she has wrapped it around her. 

Opening her eyes at the sound of the chair creaking. She looked up to see him kneeling beside her, looking down into her eyes. 

His strong hand gently bushed her hair away from her face, fingers running through her soft hair then lightly tracing the line of her cheek with a finger, hooking it beneath her chin and tilting it up just a bit. 

Feeling a slight thrill run through her, she realized that she had wanted this since she first saw him at the diner. 

He leaned down and brushed his lips lightly against hers. She drank in his musky scent, feeling the heat build rapidly in between her thighs.

His mouth covered hers, tongue slipping between her parted lips, hot and inviting. 

She kissed him deeply. She felt his hand slip slowly down her body to cup her sex. 

His fingers rubbed her along the heated and slightly moist crotch seam of her jeans. 

Her hips rose slightly, rolling in pleasure as his tongue tasted her and explored the inside of her mouth. She reached up, wrapped her arms around him, wanting to feel his warmth against her, his body, his strength. 

His hand reached to unbutton her blouse, slowly exposing the soft flesh of her breasts to the cool night air. His hand then slipped down and over her abdomen, his sharp nails sent a shiver through her. 

Unbuttoning her jeans, she raised her hips slightly allowing him to slip them over her hips, she kicked them to the bottom of the bed as her passion mounted. 

He kissed her eyelids softly, her cheek, chin, sharp teeth nipped the front of her exposed throat, kissing it gently to counter the sting. Then slowly worked his way around her neck to her shoulders. 

She rolled a shoulder back and wrapped her fingers around the back of his neck and pulled him to her breast, desperate to feel his lips on her upraised nipple. She gasped in pleasure at what felt like fangs gently brush along her soft flesh as his lips took the nipple in his mouth, sucking, nipping, blowing his hot breath across it, causing it to swell and strain within his lips. She slid her hand across his abdomen to the front of his jeans and felt his heat and the hardness residing there. 

His hand cupped her sex again. His finger pressed into the thin now dampened panel of her panties. His finger separating the lips and pushing the material gently between them. 

She felt the wetness seep out of her heated sex. Faster and faster as he caused her excitement to reach a fevered pitch.

His mouth traveled from her breasts and down her stomach, nipping and kissing. His tongue leaving a hot wet trail which cooled rapidly in the night air, renewing her excited shivers. As his mouth slipped slowly across her pelvis, she felt her panties being ripped from her, his hot breath immediately bathed her wet sex. 

Spreading her thighs, wanting to feel his mouth, his tongue. She fumbled at the buttons of his jeans desperate to feel his hardness in her hands. Unbuttoning and unzipping them, she freed his cock, wrapping her hand around its hard thick length and felt the moist pearlescent drop at its tip.

His mouth enveloped her sex, tongue slipping between soft lips, then into her momentarily to taste her sweetness, her excitement. He sought out the tiny bundle of nerves and sucked gently, causing her to writhe uncontrollably. Grasping her hips in strong hands, he steadied her. Then pulled her further into his mouth to suck and lick every inch of her sex. 

She gasped as his teeth tugged gently on those delicate lips. 

He took each in turn, sharp little stings followed by pleasurable gentle sucking. 

She squirmed and moaned as he set her body alight with flames of pleasure.

His eyes flashed with a hint of silver and emitted a deep resonant growl from deep within his chest which she assumed was his way of letting her know he was enjoying her. However, the vibrations from the growl vibrated through her to trigger an unexpected orgasm. 

Her fingers entwined themselves in his hair and pulled him tight against her sex as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

He stood slowly and she noticed the effect she was having on him too. As he seemed a bit unsteady on his feet. 

He removed the rest of his clothing while she gazed appreciatively. 

Her eyes roamed his now naked body. He was lean, not skinny, muscular, more like that of a gymnast than a bodybuilder. She lay back reaching for him, thighs parted to accept his manhood. 

Climbing lightly onto the bed, his head dipped down to lick her one last time as he stretched his frame against her soft body. Kissing her softly, his shaft slipped along her soaking furrow, separating those delicious nether lips, his length pressed tightly against her mound, rubbing pleasurably against her exposed clit. 

This caused her to writhe and grind wantonly against him. She whispered "Please, I want to feel you inside me." 

He slid slowly against her, finding her soft opening he slipped in gently. An inch at a time, slowly stretching, filling her. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck, gasping in pleasure. Her knees come up and out, offering him deeper access. Her heels pressed against the back of his thighs to urge him deeper. 

Once his length was completely within her, he ground against her, feeling her tight velvety heat envelop him, causing another deep resonant growl to be loosed. 

She looked into his eyes and noticed a slight glow that excited her but that she attributed to a trick of the light. Grinding back against him, she felt the waves of pleasure begin to spill over the dam once again. 

His head dipped down to take her breast into his mouth again, sharp teeth pressed into soft flesh, softly kissing and sucking with little bites. 

She felt the wetness flowing from her as her orgasm grips her causing her to shake uncontrollably.

He held still, deeply embedded within her and waited for her orgasm to subside. As her breathing slowed and started to return to normal, he began to pump slowly. Long slow strokes, grinding at the end of each. 

She wrapped her legs around him, wanting to feel him, urge him on, she whispered "Yes, faster." 

Thrusting deeply, he picked up the pace, causing her to gasp, her head rolled from side to side in with wanton pleasure. His hands cupped the cheeks of her upraised bottom, squeezing as he thrust deeper and deeper, faster and faster, his breath came in ragged gasps. His mouth attacked her flesh, nipping and sucking, kissing with wild abandon, tongue licking her from neck to breasts. 

She felt him swell within her, as her hips raised to meet his powerful thrusts. The sound and feel of their pelvises driving together wetly set off yet another orgasm, she couldn't remember the last time she has felt this good, her own mouth sought his flesh. She bit and sucked at him with animalistic fervor. 

As her orgasm began to subside, it seemed as if his was starting to build, he was more agitated, a wildness began to enter his lovemaking, frightening and thrilling her at the same time. 

Panting heavily while a fine sheen of sweat glistened on her heaving breasts he attempted to match his urgent thrusts. 

Growling, and with wild eyes he pulled out of her and quickly flipped her over. Grasping her hips and yanked them in the air, causing her to gasp in surprise. He entered her quickly and deeply, thrusting as if possessed. 

She thrust her bottom back against him, feeling his pelvis slap against her. The force of the thrusts caused the bed to shake dangerously. She began to lose control herself, even let a little guttural growl escape from her lips. 

Lost in the thought of this sex being animalistic, so wild and passionate. Her eyes caught the image of their shadows splashed across the wall and it appeared as if she was being violated by a large wolf, but attributed it to a trick of the light, gasping as another orgasm gripped her in it's vise like jaws. 

She felt him thrust one final time deeply within her, his hot fluids flooded her and sent her over the edge once again, her consciousness began to slip away from her. 

Suddenly there was a bone chilling, glass shattering howl. Her heart stopped momentarily in fright as she realized it came from within the cabin. She teetered on the brink of unconsciousness as she turned to look over her shoulder to see if he heard it or if it was a trick of her imagination...she looked back and saw...nothing, everything suddenly went black.

As she finished packing his old raggedy backpack for him, she looked around the room once more and wondered if it was all just a dream? She sighed and closed the door to the cabin but could not lock it, as it seemed to be broken. Gravel crunched softly under her feet as she crossed the little semi-circle parking area. She slipped into the driver seat and rocked the key forward in the ignition causing little four-cylinder hum to life. Smiling contentedly she pulled back onto the highway, headlights cutting a swath in the early morning darkness, she reached over and scratched him behind the ears as his huge wolf head hung happily out the window, tongue lolling as the wind whipped into his large muzzle...



Blue Moon



Blue Moon

Ever since I was a young teen-age kid, I had dreamed of going on a long cross-country drive.  Kids and their dreams I suppose.  And though I'd imagined doing it, even planned it at one stage, time and money had prevented me from ever doing so.

Until now.

Now, here I was, divorced two years, still in my early thirties, and made a fairly decent living with plenty of money.  Enough so at least to have finally completed a project I'd been working on for the past two years after my divorce.  I had just recently refurbished and remodeled an old Volkswagen Bus.  It looked brand new, and ran like a top.  Unlike the original versions however, I'd made several sweet modifications to it.  Behind the driver and passenger area, the back was outfitted for camping.  I'd installed a customized bed for comfortable sleeping, still had enough room for a small pull down table and a miniature refrigerator as well as several other modern conveniences.   Now, with two week's vacation coming to me, I was bound and determined to live out my lifelong dream.

The only thing that was a little different was that I had no desire to actually travel across the country.  What I did want to do however was take in most if not all of the Western States.  From what I'd been reading and looking up, there was plenty to see and do, and I didn't want to rush through any of them without spending the time sight-seeing and enjoying myself.   For the most part, there were plenty of KOA's, or similar places I could pull into and spend the night.  When I couldn't, or when I preferred not to, my refurbished van would prove more than adequate for pulling off the road into some cozy remote area and spending the night that way.

So it was that I headed out of Salt Lake City on a bright and early Saturday morning to begin my two-week adventure.  First stop was Jackson Hole Wyoming.  It wasn't even a full day's drive away either.  But I figured it was just far enough to break "Becky" in, the name I had given the bus, and had actually painted on the rear end.  Fitting, as it had been "Becky" my first true love, who I'd lost my virginity to in a van similar to the one I was now driving.   And though I had been through Jackson Hole before while heading up to spend a few days at Yellowstone National Park, I had never really spent any time there seeing the sights.  Which I now planned on doing.

I had also made one other conscious decision, whenever I could, I planned on taking the more scenic routes, staying off the freeway as much as possible.  Part of this desire to travel this way was in seeing the rural countryside, going back in time just a little if you will, as Becky and I cruised along together.  There were still enough back country roads to make it feasible, even if it meant it would take me a lot longer to actually get where I was going.  The nice thing was, I wasn't in any hurry.  I had no time frame, no deadlines to meet, and no real agenda except to drive, see what sights I had always wanted to see, and go from there.

I had been on the road for a little over two hours is all when I came around a bend on the two-lane road I was driving on.  Up ahead I spotted what appeared to be a young woman hitchhiking.  Now normally I wouldn't have considered stopping, especially this day and age, and especially since the last thing I was looking for was any company.  I'd been enjoying my drive, just me and myself.  And besides, it wasn't the way it used to be when a lot of young kids traveled around doing just that.  Picking up hitchhikers these days just wasn't safe.  However, she was obviously alone, didn't appear to me as being some sort of a serial killer, though I suppose she could have been as I pulled up alongside, stopping.   Though I did notice she was reasonably cute too, though she herself looked a bit like a throwback to earlier times.  Dressed almost like a hippy, it seemed very fitting under the circumstances that I should stop and offer her a lift.  When I spotted her up ahead, I noticed she was walking with her thumb stuck out, turning to face me as I came around the bend in the road.  She was wearing very tight faded and somewhat worn out bell-bottom blue jeans, a pair of open-toed sandals, which couldn't have been all that comfortable walking in for any distance, and a yes she was, a tie-died tee shirt.  I noticed she had taken the tail of it, tying it in a knot just below her breasts, exposing her midriff.  But more importantly, accentuating her very obvious braless breasts, which were neither too big or certainly too small.  Especially for her five and a half foot frame over what couldn't have been more than a hundred pounds.  Another reason I wasn't too terribly concerned about pulling over and offering her a ride.  Unless this hippy had a gun hidden on her person somewhere, she didn't look all that scary.

She wore her light brown hair long, in a ponytail, carried a small rucksack over one shoulder which obviously contained all of her worldly possessions.  And like I said, plain-faced as she wore little if any makeup, she was nevertheless very pretty in a plain-Jane sort of a way.  But it was obvious just looking at her, she couldn't have been much older than eighteen or nineteen even then.

And she actually didn't even wait for me to offer her a ride either.  The moment I pulled over she came running up, turned the handle on the Bus and jumped in without asking me where I was headed, or even if I was willing to give her a ride.  All she did do was smile, say thanks, and then asked me where we were going.

"Jackson Hole," I informed her, to which she smiled.  "Where are you headed?"

"I've got a friend who's working in Yellow Stone during the summer," she informed me.  "Going there to see her for a few days."

"Well, figured I might head up that way myself, but am still planning on spending the night and the following day in Jackson Hole.  You're welcome to travel with me from there to Yellowstone, unless you're in a big hurry."

The young woman glanced over towards the back taking in the accommodations which included my already made up cozy little bed.

"Nice," she said simply.  "Sure, why not?  Sounds like fun."

I couldn't believe my good-fortune, and though she was at least ten years junior to me, she looked like she'd been around for a while so was obviously able to take care of herself.   And she obviously didn't appear to have any misgivings towards me, or in perhaps sharing a fairly small bed not really meant to sleep two people, though it could easily do so.   Even then, I didn't automatically assume she'd be sharing the bed with me either.

"By the way, my names Jack, and this here is Becky," I said introducing her to myself along with the VW.  She burst out laughing.   "What?"

"So's my name," she informed me.  "Well actually it's Rebecca.  But I've always gone by Becky."

"You're kidding me!"

"No I'm not...seriously, it is.  I can show you if you don't believe me," she said preparing to rustle through her tote bag.

"I believe you," I told her.  "Just funny is all...and maybe a fitting sign as old Becky and I here are making this first real trip together.  And then you come along.  Another Becky."

"Yeah, maybe it's fate...Karma," She said smiling back.  And then once again looking over the back seat towards the small little sitting nook I had in the back, she asked me.  "You have anything I could use to wash up with?  I've been on the road for the better part of three days now.  I'd like to see about scrubbing off some of this dust and dirt I've managed to pick up."

"Sure, there's fresh water inside the refrigerator, you're welcome to use that.  Plus there's some clean towels and such in one of the drawers next to it.  Sorry I don't have any real private accommodations for you to be able to use."  Once again she smiled, and then reached down pulling her tie-died shirt up and over her head before I even realized it.

I sat staring at her pert young breasts, though quickly glancing forward towards the road again seconds after she'd done that.

"I'm sure I don't have anything you haven't already seen before," she told me, and then wormed herself through the seats separating us and into the back.  I glanced up in the rear view mirror watching her.

"Maybe not," I thought to myself.   "But it's been a while since I've seen any on this young of a woman."   I watched her as she sat down and likewise pulled off her bell-bottom jeans.  Somewhat surprised she was even wearing panties, though those she kept on for the moment as she opened a couple of drawers, soon finding the towels I had told her about.  She held one up looking up front towards me.

"One of these?" she asked.

Once again I was forced to look up into the rearview mirror as she stood there.  Obviously she had no problem with me looking at her breasts as she stood there holding up the small hand towel.  As I'd surmised in the beginning, they were neither too large, nor too small either.  A nice good-sized handful, though I now did notice of course, her rather large dark-tan areolas, twin nipples that stood proudly up and off each, two hard little rocks capping each breast.

"Yep!  That's them," I responded looking back at the road as she leaned over opening the fridge, taking out a bottle of water.  Once again I stole another glance, enjoying the way they hung there for a moment swinging about as I hit a couple of rough spots in the road.  She had to reach out, steadying herself and then stood up again.

"If you want to watch, I'd rather you pulled over to do so," she informed me.  "I'd rather not end up down in a ditch," she added though she was again smiling.

"Sorry...wasn't me, it really was the road," I said feeling a bit sheepish, though I did inform her I'd just then spotted a road sign indicating there was a rest-stop up ahead.  "I'll stop there, need to pee anyway."

"Go right ahead, already did just before you showed up, so I'm good for a bit," she said making me realize she must have simply squatted somewhere off the side of the road just before I had come by.   And even as I took the exit leading up to the rest area, Becky continued to stand there washing herself up, dampening the towel and then running it over and around her firm breasts.   At least the place was nearly empty, though I pulled into a spot well away from where anyone else was currently parked.  She was still washing herself up as I opened the door before stepping out.

"Be right back," I told her.  "You ah...need anything?"

"Not unless they have any clean panties in a vending machine," she stated.  "These were my last pair...guess I'll be going commando until we reach Jackson Hole."  She stood sliding those down her shapely legs as I sat there.  I took another long second looking at her, and then stepped out closing the door.  I looked down, already sensing as well as seeing what was a very obvious and unwanted erection.

"Get a grip Jack," I told myself.  "She's half your age!"

The one thing I had immediately noticed of course was the small light brown patch of hair covering her mound.   Something I hadn't expected to actually see either as the style or trend these days seemed to be a bare pussy, or very little hair at all.  And though it certainly didn't look unruly, as she obviously kept it well trimmed, it was odd seeing so much hair between a woman's legs again...especially for such a young woman as Becky obviously was.

It took a while for me to be able to finally pee, standing there at the urinal waiting for my erection to go down just enough so that I could.  By the time I made it back to the Van, Becky was again sitting in the front seat.  Naked.

"Feel better?" she asked.

"Ah yeah...you?" I said glancing over towards her somewhat nervously.  And though I knew no one could currently see her, anyone passing us by in a vehicle taller than we were certainly could.

"Much...thank you," she said grinning.  "I really needed that."

"Obviously, you need some clothes too," I offered.  "I'm sure I've got something you could wear if you'd like."  I couldn't believe I'd just heard myself say that, a sexy sweet young...naked young woman sitting there next to me, but I had.

"Only if my sitting here like this makes you uncomfortable," she informed me.  "I'd actually like to sort of "air out" for a bit if you don't mind.  I do have one more change of clothes I can put on after I do for a bit.  Unless you'd rather I don't."

"Doesn't bother me, but you might want to keep an eye out for any big rigs, or cops..." I said pausing.  Once again she laughed.  "Yeah, guess I'd better do that since I'm sure you'll be looking elsewhere," she continued to giggle.

We soon after pulled back out onto the road, and I was careful to pretty much keep my eye on the road, as well as the traffic.  But as Becky eventually drifted off to sleep hugging the door, it was hard not steeling glances her way for the next two hours.  Just outside of Jackson Hole I stopped, waking her up.

"We're almost there.  You might want to think about putting something on now."

I'd pulled over at a spot in the road that afforded us a little privacy around a small stand of trees.  Seeing where we were, Becky smiled opening her door, stepping out.  "Cool, as now I do need to pee," she informed me, and walked over a few feet next to the trees though I could still see her from where I was sitting.  She hunched down balancing herself, and then peed.  I looked away, wondering if she'd look over, but then looked back.  Sure enough, she was...and waved, but continued to pee anyway.  And now...I had to pee.  I got out, walked around the opposite side of the tree stand and began doing so.  As I did, I then heard footsteps as she came up to stand beside me, watching me as I did.

"Almost makes me wish I had one of those," she said looking down as I nearly pissed all over my foot.  "Almost..." she giggled as she saw me do a quick two-step before I did.

I zipped up, followed her back to the van and then stood there watching her dress.

"My last semi-clean outfit," she informed me, throwing on what was a pair of very short cut-off Levi jeans and an almost too tight light blue tank top.  

"We'll stop for the night at a KOA, a lot of those have laundry facilities, perhaps you can wash your clothes up there."

"That would be great," she told me, though she looked somewhat worried and hesitated.  "One other thing."

"What's that?"

"I don't exactly have unlimited funds, so would it be ok with you if we maybe we stopped and just got a Big Mac or something for dinner?"

"Don't worry about that," I assured her.  "We'll do better than McDonalds, though nothing too fancy either.  Neither one of us will be dressed for that.  But it's on me."

"Jack?"

"Yeah?"

"Just because you're offering to buy me dinner, and giving me a ride an all?  It doesn't mean I'm willing to fuck you for doing it."   I opened my mouth in an attempt to assure her I hadn't even remotely thought of that...though for the briefest of moments, I actually had yeah.  "Breakfast maybe..." she then added before I could respond.  

"Better make that one a nicer café' then," I said grinning at her as we headed on in to Jackson Hole.

**

After we had in fact gotten ourselves something to eat, we pulled into a KOA, one with laundry facilities.  After checking in and getting our spot, Becky headed over towards the showers and laundry area.  I was in need of a shower myself, and followed her over.  It was late, and no one else was inside as she dumped everything she owned into one of the washers.  "Getting this girl to wear clothes is becoming nearly impossible!" I thought.  "Here, maybe you should at least wrap yourself up in this," I said handing her a large towel.  "And besides, you can probably use it to shower," I added informing her I was about to do the same.  "You're clothes should be ready by the time we get done doing that, then you can thrown them into a dryer.  We can come back for them later before hitting the sack."

I started to head into the men's side shower area, and noticed her following.  "Ah...the ladies are on that side."

"Yeah, I know.  But I've also learned, even places like this aren't all that safe, especially late at night.  So if you don't mind...think I'll stay with you," she informed me.  "And besides Jack...not like you haven't already seen it."

Which was true of course, but she hadn't really seen me, which was something else entirely.  Not to mention the fact that I hadn't really taken her teased indication all that serious either, and hadn't expected to end up sleeping with her.  Well...sleeping maybe, but fucking her no.  And I'd actually hoped to have a few minutes to myself in order to take care of the urge that had been nagging me for most of the day.  Still, I saw her point, so led her into the men's area after first ensuring we'd be alone.  Even then I thought for sure she'd step into her own shower, but there again, she surprised me as she stepped into the one I'd chosen.  

"I'll wash your back, and you can wash mine," she informed me, and then proceeded to begin doing so.

Needless to say, as she did, I became aroused.  Standing in as close of quarters as we were, it was a little hard not to.  Something she quickly discovered too, though by now I was fairly confident that had been her intent the entire time.  Within moments she had given me a thorough washing, if not an outright blatant stroking, just short of making me come.  I soon stood washing her back, and then turned her around where I likewise gave her feminine bits as thorough a cleansing as she had given mine.  Actually fondling her breasts, soaping them and teasing them, we were both soon hornier than hell.

"Ah, maybe we should go and see about your wash now," I reminded her.  "And especially before anyone else decides to take a late night shower."

As the van was parked fairly close by the shower/laundry facility, neither one of us bothered getting dressed, simply throwing towels on around us.  After we'd stuck what clothing we had in the dryer, we headed back to the van.  

Seconds after we had slipped into bed, I had slipped into her.  It had been a long time since I had made love to a woman.  Too long.  The feel of that exceptionally tight, yet liquid pussy was nearly too much to withstand.  It took every ounce of willpower that I had to keep from pouring my seed into her, seconds after I had entered her from behind.   We fucked in a slow, easy going rhythm there in my tiny little bed, that now proved more than adequate as I spooned her from behind.  Reaching around, fondling those exquisite breasts of hers, her hard stiff little nipples, as my cock slowly eased in and out of her was far more delicious than anything I could even remember.  After what seemed and felt like an eternity, hearing Becky as she began to climax, thus triggering my own, we came together simultaneously.  The intensity of my own orgasm spinning me off into space, thousands of little stars filling my head, shooting about as I somewhat vaguely remember her rolling over to kiss me, sweetly even as the ebb of ecstasy washed over me.

"I'll go check on the laundry...be right back," I heard her saying.  And then succumbed to the blackness that consumed me.

**

It was the brightness of the morning light coming in through the window that woke me.  I slowly opened my eyes, reached out, and then sat up.  Becky wasn't in bed.  I half expected her to be sitting there looking at me, but what I found was a hand written note sitting on the table instead.

"Dear Jack, I met a guy in the Laundromat who said he could take me on into Yellow Stone first thing this morning.  I know you said you wanted to spend another day in Jackson Hole before moving on again, so I didn't wake you.  I didn't want you to feel obligated to me, or change your plans on my account.  So I hope you'll understand.  I needed to get going again.   Thank you for everything.  It was really nice spending what time I had with you, I will always remember it.   Becky."




Blue Moon



It felt strange, I was hurt in a way, surprised, and knew that I would miss seeing her and her strange little way.  But perhaps it was for the best after all.  I hadn't really planned on having company in the first place.   And I would indeed have felt obligated in getting her to her destination as soon as possible, outside of my own plans.  And yet, I couldn't help but be worried about her too.  I could only hope that her "sixth sense" about things, which she'd told me about in the van as we drove along, would continue to serve her.  The thought of hooking up with some sort of a pervert out on the road was now a worry to me.  But there was little I could do about it now.  Becky was on the road again.  And then as I sat there thinking about it, I knew I would be too.

There wasn't a lot I wanted to actually see in Jackson Hole, not really anyway.  Though I now could have kicked myself for having said that.  I drove, wondering if I might catch up, or run into her somewhere along the way.  Perhaps even running into her in Yellow Stone, though I had no idea where she was going when she got there, or whom she was even meeting up with so I could ask to ensure that she got there ok.  I drove a bit quicker than I had intended reaching the park only a few short hours later.

Reaching the Park, I drove around for a bit hoping she might see me and recognize the Van.  But I never saw anyone matching her description or waving me down.  After an hour or so of driving aimlessly about, I gave up and pulled into one of the visitor centers for a bite to eat and directions for a nearby available camping area.

I had ordered myself a burger and was just starting to eat it when I looked out the window and saw a young woman just then coming in.  I nearly bit my tongue.  It looked like Becky, and I felt a sense of relief suddenly wash over me.  The door opened and she walked in.  But it wasn't her.  It was another young woman that looked a little like her, same hair style at least, pony tail, a bit darker perhaps, and perhaps a bit taller too. She also appeared to be well into her twenties, and though still young, not nearly as young as Becky had been.  I found I'd been holding my breath, letting it out and turned back around at the counter.  Seconds later the young woman took a seat next to me and began flipping through a menu.  I found myself staring at her again, which she of course noticed.

"Do I know you?" She asked.

"Sorry, no.  Didn't mean to stare, but you remind me of someone I knew," I told her.  "You look a little alike," I added as though that would explain everything.  She smiled at that.

"What's good?"

"I don't know really...but the burger is, it's Buffalo."

"Hmm, might have to try that," she smiled.  It was a little uncanny, even her mannerisms reminded me a little of Becky.

"By the way...my names Jack," I said introducing myself.

"Brenda," she offered back accepting my hand.   "You staying here at the Inn?"

"Oh...no, in fact, after I leave here I'm going to go and find some sort of camp ground to spend the night in."

"There's one not too far away from here, I can show you," she told me.  

"You staying there too?" I asked.

"Well no...I guess not.  I was hoping to get a room someplace, but they're all booked for the night.  I'm headed up to Montana in the morning, hoping to catch a ride as I'm on my way up to Glacier National Park.  I have a summer job waiting for me there.  Guess I'll see if I can hitch a ride from someone after I show you were the camping ground is," she told me.

I felt chills running up and down my spine.  It was de'ja'vu.  Or something similar to it anyway.  "I'm headed up there myself day after tomorrow," I told her.  "You're more than welcome to catch a ride with me."

"Really?  You would?  That would be great!" She beamed, and then ordered a Buffalo burger.

**

After we had eaten she took me to where the campgrounds were.  Luckily for both of us, they still had a few available spots, so we took one.  After that, we drove around taking in the sights, spending the day together getting to know one another.  As we did, I came to think of her less and less as being like Becky.  Though she reminded me of her a little, eventually I began to enjoy her company, and found myself pleased to have run into her, strange, as it seemed.

We had parked the van taking a little used hiking trail up into the woods.  Not many ventured up this way, as it didn't go by any of the hot springs or geysers more common throughout the park.  But Brenda seemed familiar with the area, telling me she had been here before, and that there was a breath-taking view if I was willing to take the two and a half mile hike in order to reach it.  

She soon after led the way with me following, admiring the view of her tight little ass as we climbed up through a few narrow passages, just wide enough for one person at a time to slip through.  I felt I was in pretty good shape for my age all things considered, but Brenda proved herself to be far more agile than I was, once again several years younger, often having to stand there and wait for me to catch up.

"Come on slow-poke," she said standing several feet above, waiting for me.  "You don't want to miss the view now do you?  And we really do have to head back before the sun goes down, or it will really be a bitch trying to make it back in the dark."

"Maybe...this wasn't such a good idea after all," I thought to myself.  "What if it does get dark and we can't see what we're doing?  Or where we're going?  I was just about to tell her that, when she decided to give me some incentive to try catching up to her.  Looking up, she stood there and began unbuttoning the blouse she was wearing.

"Like I said, if you want to see the view," she teased removing her blouse, baring her chest briefly before turning and disappearing around an outcropping of rocks.  For a brief moment I had glimpsed her tits, beautiful too I might add.  And suddenly felt ten years younger again with a sudden burst of energy.

Within moments I had managed to climb up through the steep tight narrow passage, reaching her where she now sat waiting for me.  Only now, she had also removed the rest of her clothing, sitting on a shelf of rock that looked precariously dangerous, jutting out some thousand feet or so from the canyon below us.

"Isn't it beautiful?" she asked looking out.  Though I was at the moment looking at her when I answered.

"Yes it is."

She turned facing me, patting the area next to her, though I was leery about stepping out over the small natural bridge leading to it.  "Just don't look down, you'll be fine," she said simply.  "This place is called lovers leap, with good reason," she giggled.

"Well I don't know I'd call it "with good reason", but I can certainly see why it would be called that.  Especially if someone was dumb enough to actually jump off it from here," I said reaching her.  Though I then asked.  "But would you mind telling me why you're naked?"

"Superstition," she said, "For one.  Anyone who sits here with their clothes on is said to eventually get injured in a fall.  Not always a bad one mind you...but why run the risk?  So...whenever I come up here, I naturally take my clothes off."

"Naturally," I said still eying her, though she turned to me.  

"I take it you're not superstitious?"

"Until recently I wasn't," I said and then began removing my clothes.

**

I sat down next to her there on the rock, glancing sideways from time to time admiring her well toned, muscled tight little body.  Her breasts were far smaller than Becky's had been, taut little rounded mounds, a bit pointed at the tip with light pink nipples.  Though it was a warm day, the air here was a bit cooler as we sat out on the outcropping of rock looking over the gorge below us.  Nervously I kept my hands down in my crotch as I sat next to her.  Already the telltale signs of arousal were making it difficult to continue sitting here this way without being noticed.

"There's another thing about this place too," she began.

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" I ventured.  "And what is that?"

"Well, they say that those who have made love here on this rock are granted a really good Mo Jo."

"Mo Jo?"

"Yeah, Mo Jo, or luck.  Especially when it comes to relationships, things like that."

"I see.  And have you ever made love here?" I asked her.  She smiled, actually blushing a little.

"No, but I've always wanted to.  Those that have, have left a marker, a tribute to that effect.  Sort of a shrine if you will.  It would be fun to be able to add to that as well while we're up here."

I'd never been a fan of leaving some sort of graffiti, or sign or indication that I'd been at a particular place, but as I asked her more about what she meant, she then walked over around the side of the ledge we were standing on.

"It's over here," she stood pointing at what I realized only then was a carefully almost hand sculpted tribute to those who had ventured up here...and who had obviously made love out on that shelf outcropping where we'd been sitting only moments ago.  Small little bits of shale had been carefully stacked, each piece supporting the rest, slowly forming what appeared to be a miniature pyramid.  

"Wow, if each one of those tiny little pieces represent..."

"Yeah, which means, a lot of people have fucked out there on that rock.  And I'd like to be one of them," she told me hopefully now looking down at my semi-hard cock.  "What do you think, care to join me and add our own pieces of shale to the pile?"

It was obvious from where we stood that we could see clearly down the trail heading back.  A moment's observation told me there was no one else on the trail heading up here.  We were for the time being, totally and completely all alone.

"I'm game," I said grinning feeling my cock rapidly stiffen the rest of the way.  In seconds I stood there next to her with a full-blown erection.  She laughed.

"I can see that," she continued to chuckle, and then turned making her way back across the narrow natural little bridge out onto the what appeared to me, to be a precariously balanced though obviously stable slab of almost perfectly flat rock.

Spreading what little clothing we had, fashioning a bed of sorts out of it, I lay down with Brenda positioning herself above me, straddling my waist.  She was in no hurry to simply impale herself on my member, which was fine with me.  I was enjoying the view.  Not the one all around us, but the one I was looking at as my hands came up to capture those cute pointed little breasts of hers.

"God that feels so good," she purred still sliding against me, not quite slipping me inside.  For the moment, she was content to simply caress my prick with her pussy, which was fine with me.  I too was enjoying the sensation, especially playing and fondling her tits as she sat upon me.   "Not to hard is it?" She asked, and then giggled.  "The ground I mean."

"No, the rock's fine, as long as I don't move around too much anyway.  Might suffer a bit of a burn if we do that, but as long as you're content to sit on me the way you are, everything's good down here."

She began rubbing her pussy with my cock, teasing her clit with the head, occasionally just tucking the tip barely inside her.  "Fuck I love doing that," she murmured pleasurably.

"Yeah, me too," I admitted freely, enjoying the sensation of her now very wet, very juicy split as she continued teasing herself and me.  And then just as I was getting used to that, she suddenly slipped me deeply inside her.  In the next instant the heat of her sex was bathing me in its warmth.   The tightness of that yet slippery fuck tunnel gripping the entire length of my shaft as she fully impaled herself upon me, momentarily holding still.

"God, can you feel the Mo Jo?" She asked tossing her head back slightly, pressing the palms of her hands down on my shoulders for support, and then grinding herself against me.

"Is that what you're calling it?" I said half gritting my teeth, enjoying the exquisite pleasure of this young woman's pussy as she all but milked the juice from my balls simply sitting there the way that she was.

Once again she giggled, rising up slightly, and then down again effortlessly.  Slowly, ever so slowly, gradually increasing the tempo of our coupling.  I began to arch my back, meeting her downward thrust, driving into her from below as she engulfed my hard steel shaft.  Our lovemaking was wild, passionate and exciting.  Twice now with two different women, I'd experienced sex the way I'd always thought it should be.  Uninhibited, abandoned, almost animalistic in a way.  It was far beyond anything I felt I'd actually experience myself...and twice now, I had.

We soon after gathered up our things, added two small slivers of shale to the pile being careful not to topple it, and then began making our way back down the trail to where we'd parked the van.   Now famished, we pulled into nice truck stop near the campground where we were staying for a bite to eat.  Although it wasn't that late yet, I was getting sleepy, though Brenda appeared almost too energetic in a way.  After we had finished our meals and where waiting for the waitress to give us our check, Brenda excused herself and headed off towards the restrooms.

"Be right back," she said smiling and scooted off as I turned looking for the waitress who was still busy taking another couples order.  Several minutes passed and I'd finally gotten the check, though I sat waiting anxiously for Brenda's return.  Moments later, now worried, I stood up and made my way over to the register in order to pay.

"Excuse me, miss?" I asked.  "Did you happen by chance to see a young woman with light brown hair in a pony tail, dressed in cut-off jeans and a yellow print shirt come by here?" 

"Matter of fact, I did...a few minutes ago," she told me.  "She told me to give you this," the waitress said handing me a slip of paper.  I unfolded it and began reading as the waitress took my money for the bill.

"Dear Jack, please don't hate me...but I ran into a guy I knew who said he was leaving for Glacier in a few moments, told me if I wanted a ride, I needed to leave now.  As much as I enjoyed being with you, I knew if I came back to tell you this in person, I'd end up staying.   And I know that what we shared and enjoyed was just one of those special moments and wouldn't end up going anywhere anyway.  So I'd much rather keep it like that, as a fond fun memory.   Enjoy your cross-country trip, and again...thank you for everything."  Brenda.

I couldn't believe my luck.  Fucked twice by two very cute young women, and dumped twice too.   With the situation now completely out of my hands, I soon after headed back to the campsite in order to get some sleep.  Though I found myself laying there staring out into the night for a long time afterwards.

"No more hitch-hikers," I told myself.  Though it was still a long while yet before I finally did fall asleep.

**

I woke up, headed back to the same café that Brenda and I had eaten at for a light breakfast, and then headed out to take in a few of the more normal touristy sights.  As I did that, I found myself thinking about her...and then about Becky again.  And suddenly I felt alone.  The whole point of this trip was to get away, enjoy myself...being alone.  And now, here I was feeling sad and miserable, and missing the company of a female companion.

"Shit!" I spat, scaring the older lady who'd been standing next to me as we stood there waiting for Old Faithful to erupt.  "Sorry," I said sheepishly, and then wandered away without waiting for this famous geyser to go off.

Not too surprisingly, I made my way back to "Becky", though even that reminded me of her immediately. I soon checked out of my camping spot, and was once again on the road long before noon.   I had no compulsion in trying to "catch up", or run into Brenda however.  What was done was done.  We had indeed shared something magnificent together, but so had I with Becky too.  And now both women were out of my life again.  And she was right anyway, there really wasn't a future to be considered here either.  At best, we'd have had perhaps another night together is about all.  Even then, I found myself missing them both as I slowly drove along headed towards Montana.

**
Taking the back roads I had chosen, it was a long drive and I'd just barely reached the Wyoming - Montana border when the sun began to set.  I still had a good days drive ahead of me before even reaching Glacier National Park.   I was also out in the middle of nowhere, so this was one of those times when I knew I'd need to start looking for someplace to camp for the night.   I soon after spotted a place just off the side of the road beneath a group of trees and pulled in for the night.  As I had plenty of bread and cold-cuts, I decided on a quick-easy dinner, only turning on my little stove in order to make coffee.  I had just finished cleaning everything up and was on my second cup when I was suddenly startled out of my wits.

"Hello!  Anyone home?" I heard a voice calling out just a short distance away.

I stepped out of the van.  There was just enough light from the moon to be able to see by as a woman just then left the road walking towards where I was parked.  

"Thank god!" she added as she neared where I was standing.  "I broke down a few miles back," she informed me.  "Didn't think I'd run into anyone out here, not this time of night anyway."

"Are you injured?" I first asked as she stepped near enough into the light that I could get my first really good look at her.  She appeared to be in her late thirties perhaps, a bit older than I was myself, though not by much.  And in damn fine looking shape by the looks of it too.

"No, no...I'm fine.  Just a little tired is all," she informed me, though she didn't really look like it.  "I wasn't looking forward to another fifteen miles though," she said smiling smelling the coffee as she stood there.  "Is that what I think it is?" she then asked.  "Can I have one?"

"Sure...come on in, and then we'll see what we can do about your car.  Do you have a phone?"   I didn't.  Didn't see the need to have one, and never had even though perhaps I should have traveling alone.

"No, not much good out here anyway," she told me.  "We're out in the middle of nowhere in case you hadn't already guessed that.  Cell phones don't work too well in these parts.  Guess the phone companies didn't see the need to set up any transmitter stations, so don't even own one myself."

I poured her a cup of coffee, invited her to sit down and catch her breath, though again she didn't appear winded from her long walk.  She had light brown hair, shoulder length, wearing a pair of faded blue jeans that hugged her bottom nicely from what I could see.  That and a lightweight pullover sweatshirt.  And though it wasn't hot outside even now, it was still just cool enough that I saw her greedily accept the cup of coffee, warming herself as she sipped from it.

"As soon as you've had a chance to rest, I'll drive you to wherever you need to go," I informed her.  "I'm sure someone's probably worried about you, and out looking for you now."

She blushed.  "No actually, no one would be.  At the moment, I live alone.  Husband died two years ago and I never got involved with anyone, or remarried again, been living alone ever since.  I was just on my way back from visiting a friend when my car broke down.  Closer to walk this way than to try going back the other way.  Glad I did, or I wouldn't have run into you."

I knew I hadn't passed anyone along the road before pulling in here, so figured she must have been coming from the opposite direction.  

"If it's ok with you, I think I'd just as soon spend the night here.  You can take me back in the morning.  I've been walking for several miles, and my feet are killing me, and right now, I'd like nothing more than to maybe soak them in a pan of good old hot water.  There's a fresh stream just across the road from where you're camped, so I can get some water from there if you can spare a pan and that stove of yours," she asked.




Blue Moon



"Sure...I can do that, but you sure you don't want me to drive you back home, or somewhere tonight?"

"I'm sure, thank you anyway.  But I really would like to soak my feet, and then if you don't mind sharing your bed with a crazy old lady..." she left off saying.  I almost told her she didn't look much older than I was myself, but let that go.

"Ah no...sure, whatever you'd like," I said wondering if she really was crazy for being out in the middle of nowhere in the first place.  "By the way...my names Jack," I said introducing myself.

"Nice to meet you Jack," she said taking my hand shaking it.  "And you can call me Barbra."

**

By the time I made it back to the van with a bucket of water I had carried back from the stream, she was sitting there on the edge of my bed wearing nothing more than a pair of semi-bikini panties, and her bra.  A bit startled to see her sitting like that, she again blushed.

"Hope you don't mind.  But I worked up a bit of a sweat getting here.  Felt a little grimy, so I thought I'd also wash up."

"Not at all," I said.  I had already laid out a few towels preparatory for soaking her feet and drying them off with as I poured some water into a pan setting it on the stove.  "Might take a while before this is warm enough yet," I explained only then turning around.  She had already dipped the small washcloth in the cold water from the stream and was using that to wash herself up with a little.  But she'd removed her bra in the process, as it now lay on the edge of the bed beside her.

"Hope I'm not embarrassing you any," she said easily.  "But out here...we're just down home country folk, and don't really put too much stock or concern into nudity.  So unless it is..."

"Oh no, go ah...go ah right ahead and wash up.  There should be some warm water here in a minute or so, and then after that, hot enough to at least soak your feet in."

"Thank you," she said as she continued to soap up her breasts and upper torso, then rinsing off as I quickly added a bit more water to the bucket, making it warm enough at least to be a bit more tolerable.  As there was really nowhere to go, I stood there watching her, though she didn't seem to mind it the least that I was.  

Her breasts were certainly fuller than I'd seen in a while.  At one time no doubt a bit firmer perhaps than they were now.  But I rather liked the suppleness of their look, especially the way they rested against her chest, or hung suspended looking very sensual whenever she leaned forward a bit.   In addition, she had rather large areolas as well, capping a goodly portion of her breasts.  Her nipples were as big around as the tips of my fingers, and as I watched her, they appeared to grow substantially in size too.  Perhaps my standing there looking at her made her aware of it, as she then stood up looking down at herself and commenting.

"Goodness, been a while since they've done that," she giggled slightly.  "I guess I didn't realize how long it's been since I've allowed a man to actually see them," she joked, and then surprised me a little as she reached up and fingered each one of them, making them appear even harder than they already were.  "Feels good though," she added, "having them appreciated...which you are doing aren't you?" she now asked looking down towards my crotch.  As she did that, I only then realized I was showing a bit myself, not even realizing that I was.  She laughed as my face showed my sudden embarrassment at being caught like that.  "Don't worry about it.  I'd be more offended if you weren't aroused."

I coughed, smiling and then sat down on the opposite side of the bed, as there really wasn't any place else to go at the moment.  She then eyed me briefly, and began peeling off her panties as well.  "Plenty left if you'd like to wash up too," she added.  "Long hot day and all," she finished.

I wondered then if she was trying to drop a subtle hint, though I gave myself a quick sniff.  Didn't smell like I needed a wash, but her look had told me otherwise.  I quickly shimmied out of my shirt as she went about washing up the rest of herself, and then began drying off.  

"Might as well take off the pants too," she told me, handing over the washcloth as she sat down next to the small little table we'd pulled down which now held the much hotter pot of water we'd been boiling.  "And plenty of room for both of our feet too if you'd care to join me."

She now poured the water into the tub I used for washing and doing dishes in, adding a bit of cold water from the bucket until it was just comfortable enough to actually put your feet in without burning them off.  She scooted over on the makeshift bench I had made, sticking her feet in.  "Come on, sit down...don't be shy.  Join me."

The only thing I still had on was my underwear, though the now very noticeable bulge was almost comical looking in its appearance.  I kept my hands in my lap however, trying not to be even more obvious about it as I slid over to sit next to her, my feet now likewise going into the water as we sat there together side by side.

"Feels good doesn't it?" she said sighing pleasurably, closing her eyes for a moment as she wiggled her toes a bit in the water.  

"Yeah, it does," I admitted enjoying the hot water myself now, though the close proximity of her very nude body was a reminder to me of another sensation entirely.

Suddenly I looked down feeling a hand other than my own.  "And how does this feel?" she asked suddenly having just then wrapped her hand around my hard stiff cock, though she had done so through my underwear. "Hmm, feels nice too," she added.  "Been a while since I've actually felt one, had one in my hand, let alone anywhere else."

For the third time in as many days, I had yet another woman suddenly fondling my dick.  Not that I didn't care mind you...I didn't, especially the way her soft, yet firm hands seemed to be stroking it.  She really seemed to be enjoying herself, as was I.  Sitting there with my feet in a hot tub of water, next to hers as her toes basically tickled and fondled my own at the same time she sat there stroking me as she had now wormed her hand beneath the waistband of my shorts.

"Nice hard one," she murmured playing with it.  "Not too big, and not too small either.  Just right...just like in the story."

"Story?"

"Yeah, you know the one, Goldie Locks and the three farmers?"

"Farmers?  I thought they were bears."

"That's right, you're not from around here," she laughed.  "Bears in a way," she mused further.  "But no...the story we tell around here is a bit more naughty than that one.  And speaking of which.   I was wondering if you might indulge me a little, do something special for me too," she now asked.

With my cock in her hand, I didn't feel I could say no, though I wouldn't have any way as aroused as I now was.  "Whatever you wish," I responded.  "Though I'm not exactly any Genie either."

"Maybe not, but you certainly appeared almost magically when I needed you earlier.  And now...I need you for something else!"   Before I could really say or do anything, Barbra had pushed me onto my back there on the bed, and quick as a bunny, finished stripping off my underwear, yanking it out from beneath my ass and down my legs.  "Ta Da!" she said proudly tossing my shorts off to one side.  It was as though she'd performed that feat of yanking the tablecloth, leaving the dishes where they were, unbroken, the way she stood there looking pleased with herself.  She stood looking down at me as my stiff dick stood equally proud and anxious looking back at her.

"Before I fuck you...or you fuck me," she began.  "Either way, I want to have a taste of that, and have you do the same thing for me," she asked hotly.  For a country gal as she called herself, Barbra seemed to get right too it, not making any bones about what she wanted, or how she wanted it.  And I actually found it intriguing, refreshing in a way.  

The other thing I had noticed earlier as we now crawled up into the bed together, was the fact that she too had a fairly large bush between her legs.  Again it looked neat and trimmed, not at all unruly, though I also realized I had now seen and been with three women who tended to wear it that way, which was outside the norm of today's current trend.   And though I hadn't really thought much about it until now, there was something about seeing her this way that was for some odd reason, more mysterious, more alluring.

"I hope you can come more than once," she then said as she hovered over me before settling down.  "Because it's been a while since I've enjoyed having cream with my coffee."  And with that, she proceeded to suck my dick into oblivion.

**

Her pussy tasted as sweet, if not sweeter than any I had had the pleasure of licking before.  Though the way she was gobbling my cock made it somewhat difficult for me to even concentrate.  It was as though she was trying to consume it, which perhaps in a way, she was.  It was all I could do to keep my balls from exploding, filling her mouth with my nectar as I focused my attention back on her sweet tasting cunt.

Barbra's clit was a bit larger than most too, my mouth surrounding it like a pinky finger as I sucked it, hearing her pleasured delight as I did so.  She spoke still mouthing my dick.

"God that feels good...keep sucking and licking it just like that, you're gonna make me cum!"

And cum she did.  Seconds later I began to taste the sweet essence of her pussy as she literally began to drip nectar from her honey pot into my mouth.  I speared her with my tongue, digging for it, alternating between doing that and sucking her clit again as she finally released my prick just seconds before I spurted off inside her mouth as well.  She moaned deeply, quivering, sitting up more or less grinding herself against my face as she continued to fill my mouth with her liquid pleasure.

After what seemed like an eternity, she finally collapsed rolling off to one side, though almost as quickly gathering my cock back inside her mouth again.

"Now it's your turn!" she grinned and then went to work on my dick with a vengeance.

I lay back, now totally absorbed in the sensations her mouth was giving me.  The way she licked and sucked the head of my prick was unlike anyone had ever done it before.  The tingles she caused to wash over me like a tidal wave, soon had me hovering on the brink, though she already seemed to sense it.  I wondered briefly if I should say or do anything seconds before I did, but she pushed me back down with one hand, and then swung herself around there on the small bed, looking at me as she began deep-throating my cock, another totally different and completely new sensation for me.

"Holy fuck!" I just managed, and then felt the seed deep within my balls suddenly soar upwards and out like a rocket going off the launch pad.   How she managed it, I don't know.  But she fully and completely engulfed my cock, holding it there deep within her mouth as I spurted over and over and over again.  Anyone else would have drowned with the copious amount of sperm I filled her mouth with.  Yet she somehow drank it, remaining as she was until she had fully and completely emptied my balls.  "Holy fuck!" I said again, this time sitting up looking at her without her pushing me back onto the bed.  She slowly released my cock, her mouth sliding upwards torturously one inch at a time.  There was a slimy trail of my spending still coating my cock, which she then went back for, licking and cleaning it up with her tongue.

"You enjoyed that huh?" she smiled, traces of my climax still clinging to her lips and tongue as she looked at me.

"You have no idea," I responded back breathlessly, lightheaded still, and more than a bit giddy as I found myself giggling in delight seconds later.  She laughed at that.

"Yeah, I know how that feels," she told me.  "I tend to giggle and laugh too after I've had a good strong orgasm.  And speaking of which..." she said as she wobbled my prick back and forth with her hand.  "How long do you think before he'll be ready again?"

**

We made love throughout most of the night.  Just a couple of hours before sunrise, we both drifted off to sleep in one another's arms.  Had it not been for the urge to pee, and the sunlight now coming through the window already beginning to heat the van, I might have continued on sleeping.  I woke, half expecting to find that Barbra too had disappeared, almost surprised to find her still laying next to me sleeping.  She woke the moment I moved however, yawning and then stretching.  Smiling at me as she rolled over, her magnificent breasts greeting me as I rolled out of bed.

"Well, morning sunshine," she beamed happily.   "Been a while since I've been that thoroughly fucked.  Thank you."

"You're welcome, my pleasure...really," I said as I stepped out of the van, still naked and in desperate need of a place to pee.  To my surprise, Barbra soon followed, equally naked and wandered off only a few feet and simply squatted down.  

"Don't tell me you're still shy, after last night," she laughed as I stood there looking about awkwardly for a moment.   Feeling silly, I turned slightly, and then began to piss hearing her as she did the same. "As they say, if you shake it more than twice, you're playing with it.   And unfortunately, we really will have to be going soon.  So don't you dare go getting it all nice and hard again, or we're apt to be here for a while."

After we had both finished, and after I'd given myself only a couple of shakes...we got dressed and were soon on the road headed back in the direction I'd already come from.  And though it would take me out of my way a little, and cost me some time, I was again reminded that I really didn't have to be anywhere at any time specifically either.

Twenty minutes later we came up over a rise.  Below and off in the distance a bit sat a small homestead.

"That's it...that's my place," Barbra said pointing towards it.  I could see it was still set back a short distance from the road we were on.

"So no one's really waiting or worried about you?" I asked again.

"Only my dog," she said smiling.  "Rebecca, my Golden Retriever.  I'm sure she's been prancing about anxiously wondering where I've been."

"Rebecca?"  How strange I thought.  But then again, since the beginning this road trip had been a bit strange anyway.  As we neared the turn off, Barbra insisted that I let her out there rather than taking her all the way down to her house.

"No seriously, just let me out here," she said meaning it.  "Not that I don't appreciate the offer to drive me all the way in, but Rebecca doesn't take too kindly to strangers either.  And besides, I've held you up long enough as it is."

"What about your car?"

"No worries.  I'll call Ned, he'll run out have a look at it, and if necessary, tow it in for me.  So we're good," she said stepping out of the car as I pulled over at the end of her long dirt driveway.   "And thanks Jack, thanks for everything.  I enjoyed myself tremendously.  It will be a night I will always remember and cherish."

Barbra then walked around the front of the Van, leaning in through the window and kissed me.

"Again, thank you.  Drive safely," she said.  She stood there watching me as I turned the van around in the road.  She waved as I did, and then I headed off once again.  I looked back through the side mirror, and then the rear view, but she appeared to have already headed down the road where I could no longer see her.

"Well at least that's one that just didn't up and walk away," I told myself, suddenly feeling a little bit better again, and looking forward to reaching Glacier National Park before sundown.

"Rebecca," I said shaking my head.  "Who'd name their dog that?" I asked myself, and then sat back for the long drive ahead.

**

I knew there would be another KOA just outside the park, which would prove to be a lot cheaper for me to stay there than paying for a campsite with far less amenities inside the park.  And as it was already getting late in the afternoon by the time I arrived, I felt like having a nice shower first, and then getting a bite to eat before catching up on some much needed rest.

I planned on spending the next day, if not two, just driving around inside the park taking in all the various and sundry sights.  Thought I couldn't help thinking about Brenda and wondering if I might in fact run into her again at some point.

I actually did manage to catch up on my sleep, though waking bright and early to the new day.  I drove into the park looking for someplace to eat, and found a combination restaurant, tourist center.  I needed to pick up some more film for my camera anyway as I planned on taking several pictures of the park during my hike later on.  As I stood at the counter waiting for the woman behind it to ring me up, I noticed there were a lot of bells on display.

"What are all the bells for?" I asked curiously.

"You plan on hiking any of the trails?" She asked.

"Yeah...why?"

"That's what the bells are for.  Keeps the bears away.  Might be a wise decision if you're planning on doing that, to take some along.  Not that you will run into any bears, but it's been known to happen for people wandering about a little too quietly."

"I'll make sure to cough once in a while," I said trying to sound funny, but she just gave me a disapproving look.

"Suit yourself, that'll be fifteen thirty-six," she said waiting for me to pay her.  I handed her a twenty, and she gave me my change, though she spoke.  "You might want to reconsider about wandering off on any trails all by yourself, you never know what it is you might run into."  She then rang a string of bells, though I couldn't see myself walking about jingling like Santa Claus all day.

"Thanks anyway, I'll make sure to step on a lot of branches," I assured her, and then left the shop.

I drove around for a while taking pictures, though mostly from the van.  When I'd decided that I wanted to take a few different pictures than I had been, and perhaps actually get a chance to see some wildlife, I pulled into an area that had several hiking trails leading out of it.  There were signs posted everywhere of course, warning campers about bears being in the area, and steps they could take to protect themselves, as well as warnings about leaving food out in the open.  Armed with only my camera and nothing that smelled even remotely like food, except for a couple of bottles of water I'd tossed into my small back pack, I headed out.   I'd been walking this particular trail for well over an hour now.  I'd passed one or two camping areas a ways back, only one of which was occupied, though I didn't see anyone there as I walked by.  I surmised they must be out wandering the woods as well.   It was about then that I spotted a herd of Elk over a small hill and slowly crept up towards the top hoping for a better vantage point in which to snap a few pictures.   There was a small deer-trail leading up and around it towards the opposite side, which looked easy enough to take, and would get me around the right side where it was that I wanted to be.  It was a semi-steep climb and gradual as I began slowly walking up the side of the hill.  As I started to come around the bend nearing the crest, I heard something, and then stopped to listen.  I actually laughed.  I could hear bells jingling as someone above me approached heading towards my position.  But it was also about that time I heard the sound of someone crying out suddenly, unexpectedly, and then the sound of rock or shale suddenly loosened, running down the side of the hill.  Hurriedly I made my way towards the sound, rounding a corner through a stand of trees.  Sure enough, there was a woman sitting there on the ground, and though she didn't appear to be too seriously injured, it was obvious she had fallen, or had been tripped up in the loose rocks trying to make her way down this side of the hill.




Blue Moon



"You all right?" I asked as I approached her, surprising her a little as she looked up towards me.

"I think so, at least I don't think anything's broken," she informed me, though it was obvious as she continued to sit there rubbing her leg, she had hurt it, if not sprained it in fact.

"Can you stand?  Walk?" I asked.

"I don't know...I think so maybe.  Not sure how easy it will be to walk on it though, it really does hurt," she added.

"So much for my hike," I thought, realizing that now I'd be forced into helping her get back to wherever it was that she came from.

"You staying close by here?" I wondered.

"Not too far away yes.  I'm with some friends who are camping here.  They continued on with their hike, making the loop.  But I wasn't up for another ten miles, so I decided to head back to camp and wait for them there.  Maybe I should have gone with them and then this wouldn't have happened.  Just damn lucky you came by."

"Yeah, lucky," I said shaking my head though she didn't see that as she tried putting some weight on her leg, and found that she couldn't.

"Shit...maybe I did sprain it after all," she told me.  "Think you could help me get back?"

"Sure, no problem," I assured her helping to take some of her weight as she put her arm around my shoulder for support.  "We'll need to take it slowly though going back down the hill, think you can make it?"

"I think so...yes.  And thank you, ah...what is your name anyway?" She asked me.

"Jack, and you are...no, wait, let me guess.  Bonnie?  Bernice?" I said changing my mind before she could answer.   Her eyes widened slightly at that.

"Well no...not quite.  Not Bernice, Bernadette," she informed me.  "And how'd you manage to guess that anyway?  It's not exactly a very common name you know."

"Lucky guess," I stated.  "Though I really didn't guess it exactly now either did I?"

"No, but you were pretty close," she said smiling at me.  "So now Jack, what's say we get me down off this mountain?"

**

Glancing at her from time to time as we slowly made our way down off the hill, I surmised she was in her early to mid forties, though she could have easily passed for being younger than that.  She was still in damn fine shape, except for her ankle of course.  And there something about her eyes too that I found intriguing as we slowly made our way back up the trail, and sure enough ending up at the single campsite I had passed by a bit earlier.

"That's my tent over there," she said pointing as she half hobbled, limped and jumped with me supporting her over towards it.  

"How's the ankle?" I asked.

"Hurts like hell," she told me as we reached her tent.  "Would you mind unzipping the door and then helping me inside so I can lay down and have a look at this?"

I did so helping her inside.  It was a small tent, barely enough room for one let alone two, and not without having to basically crawl around inside once we were in.

She did seem to have a nice comfy air mattress beneath her sleeping bag however as she settled down on top of it.  "Let's take a look at your ankle again," I told her, carefully and gingerly examining it, though once again nothing appeared to be broken, though I told her she might want to consider going someplace to see a doctor anyway and getting some X-rays.

"Well, sort of hard for me to do that at the moment, and no...I'm not asking you to take me either, especially as I have no way of letting anyone know where I've gone.  Don't want to worry my friends, have them come back and not find me here either.  But...I would ask, if you wouldn't mind too terribly much, staying with me for a little while at least.  Haven't seen any bears around," as she somewhat teasingly jingled her bells.  "But in the event a bear did show up in camp, I couldn't very well get away too easily now either could I?"

"No, I guess not," I said resigned now into staying with her for a bit, though there was perhaps only a couple of hours remaining of daylight before the sun would begin to set.  "I guess I can stay with you for a little while, at least until your friends show up again," I assured her.  She seemed pleased to hear that.  

"I do have another favor to ask of you though, if you wouldn't mind that is."

"Sure...what?"

"It's already starting to get a little warm in here," she began.  "And I'm already sweaty enough, so if you wouldn't mind helping me change into something else, I'd really appreciate it."

I sat there next to her staring at her for a moment.

"Oh come on, not like you haven't seen a woman in her underwear before, and don't try and convince me you haven't either," she laughed.  "Please, help an old lady out?"

"You're not old for one thing," I responded back.  "Not by a long shot.  You're in fact a very attractive looking woman, which is why I'm not sure I should see you in your underwear."

She laughed at that too.  "Well thank you, appreciate the compliment, but I really am serious, so for starters, how about helping me get these jeans off first?"  She then unbuttoned the top button, and then the fly.  "Ok, how about you grab the legs and pull?" She suggested.  "While I try and lift myself up."

I then did as she asked, trying to hurry as it was evident it wasn't the most comfortable position at the moment, especially as she really couldn't put much weight on her left leg in any kind of support.  I yanked, her jeans flying off down her legs in one fell swoop coming away in my hands, as did her underwear, which had come along with them much to both of our surprise.

The words "Ta Da!" came to mind, though I didn't speak them, just sitting there staring at her, especially as she made no attempt to cover herself either.  She was in fact giggling.  

"How'd you manage to do that anyway?" she jokingly asked.  

"Magic," I answered back, still looking.   Bernadette too had a fur covered mound.  The forth one I had seen now in as many days, though I only naturally assumed as she was a bit older that perhaps for her at least, this was more normal than I might have found it for the other three girls I'd encountered.  But more importantly, Bernadette made no effort to cover herself either, and in fact, made the situation even more interesting when she reached down, pulling off her tee shirt, and then unhooking her bra tossing them both off to one side.

"Even better," she smiled wickedly.  "Now I really am comfortable."

But the truth was...I wasn't.  And I was growing more and more uncomfortable with each passing second.  Much longer, and I'd have a hell of a time even trying to stand up without her realizing that very fact.

"Ah, can I help you put on something else to wear?" I suggested.

"In fact...no.  I'm rather comfortable at the moment just being like this.  And being like this, well...let's just say I sort of feel like showing you my appreciation for helping me get down off the mountain."

"That's ah...that's not really necessary," I said hearing myself in disbelief.  Once again, here was another woman, basically offering herself to me.  Now...I know for a fact I'm not some kind of a hunky kind of a guy, reasonably attractive looking perhaps, but certainly no movie star either.  And yet, here was another woman basically offering to fuck me.  So far, I think I'd had more pussy in the last few days than I'd had during the entire two years of my marriage!

She was frowning.  "Too old for you perhaps, or not attractive enough?"

"It's not that...you're very attractive, really attractive in fact, and you've got a really nice looking body too.  I just didn't want...don't want, you to think I was trying to take advantage of you or anything."

"Who's naked here?" She asked me.

She had a point.  "What about your friends?"

"Well, considering where they were going, I happen to know for a fact, they won't be back here for at least another two hours or so.  Plenty of time for me to show you a little appreciation for getting me back here."

I hesitated for a moment, though my dick was already trying to convince me otherwise.

She spread her legs, her fingers already beginning to tease herself.  "So, tell me this doesn't look interesting to you?" she asked as she even more fully exposed herself, her hard precious clit suddenly winking at me.  "And that you wouldn't like sliding that hard stiff cock of yours inside here?" she further asked.

I stood up as much as I could, and began taking off my clothes.

**

With the injury to her ankle, I simply assumed the missionary position with her, though it was perhaps the most comfortable for either of us within the small confines of the tent.  Her pussy felt like warm butter as I entered her, her full breasts mashed against my chest, though I leaned down in order to suck them teasing her hard extended nipples as I began thrusting in and out of her.  She began humping back, meeting each and every one of my driving lunges until we had reached a frenzied fucking that went well beyond anything I had ever experienced before.  If her ankle hurt, the pleasure far surpassed any discomfort she might have felt, her soft wet, if not saturated pussy, now pounding upwards against me as I slammed into her over and over again there on her nice cozy little bed.

And we had basically simultaneously come together too.  I had poured out my seed into her, as she in turn squirted against me.  The feel of her sweet succulent cunt actually doing that, had somehow added to the intensity of the moment for us both.  We lay quietly embraced, holding onto one another for quite some time.

"Maybe we'd better get dressed," she suggested after a while.  "My friends could be returning any time now."

We quickly did so, and in doing so, it became obvious to me that her ankle wasn't giving her nearly as much problems as it had been earlier.

"Guess it isn't too badly sprained after all," she said, though she still seemed to limp around on it a bit as we stepped outside the tent and stood there for a moment.  She then sneezed, apologized, and sniffed the air.  "A lot of pollen this time of year," she informed me.  "I have allergies," she said and then sneezed again.

"Bless you."

"Bless you too...for helping me get back here.  But, maybe you'd better go now.  I think my friends will be back soon, and I don't want them asking too many questions, ya know?  I'll be fine," she added.  "And thank you again."

I thanked her back, kissing her, and looked into her eyes again.  There was just something about them that reminded me of something...of someone, though I couldn't quite put my finger on it.  She had light brown eyes, almost a golden color in fact, a bit unusual perhaps.  So maybe that was it.   But I soon after left, heading back the way I had come towards my parked van.  It was by now getting late, and I'd have just enough light remaining to me in order to get back without having to walk around in the dark.

Which I now sort of wished I actually did have a few bells with me.   Looking up, I saw a young couple and two kids heading up the trail towards me.  I smiled greeting them, and then spoke.  "Excuse me, but thought I should let you know, your friend?  Bernadette?  She fell down on the hike down, might have sprained her ankle, but I helped her back to your camp.  You might want to ensure she sees a doctor."

They looked at one another and then back at me.  "Sorry...we don't know anyone by that name," they told me.

"Oh, sorry.  I just assumed that that camp back there a ways is where you were staying."

"It is," they said again, now looking worried and confused and then picked up their pace as they quickly headed off.   I stood there watching them go, now very confused myself at the strangeness of my encounter.  Perhaps they had misunderstood me, or perhaps their friend hadn't given me her real name, which was a possibility in the event she didn't want me knowing who she really was.  Either way, there wasn't much I could do about it now, it was already starting to get dark and I needed to get back to my van, and then back to my campsite.

I spent another day visiting and running around the park, and this time saw a few bears, which I got some pictures of, long distance.  I didn't run into Bernadette, or the people I'd encountered on the trail again, nor did I see anyone else that I had met during my road trip either.  Although there were still a few curious nagging questions bothering me, I soon set those aside and got on the road again.  Traveling through the pan-handle of Idaho, I soon arrived in Washington where I wanted to drive to the coast, spend a day or so there camping near the beach and the ocean.

I made a few stops, asked a few questions about places along the coast where I might be able to stay reasonably cheep, and was directed to a campground that seemed perfect for my needs.  Pulling in, I was pleased to see I'd have my own spot and a nice view of the ocean, and even a small stretch of beach there in front of me.  I knew then I'd most likely end up spending an extra day here as beautiful as it was.

I had just finished setting up my stove outside and was preparing a bite to eat when I heard someone walking down the dirt road towards me.  Looking up, I then saw a woman approaching, smiling in greeting as she came up to stand next to me.

"Hello, I'm the camp greeter," she informed me.  "Well, camp host and hostess anyway.  Thought I'd come by, introduce myself and see if there was anything you needed, and ask you how long it is that you're planning on staying here with us.  My name's Bonnie," she said extending her hand.

"What a surprise," I thought, and then "here we go again," though I didn't say anything, politely taking her hand, shaking it.  Two things immediately coming to mind as well.  One, she had the same color eyes that I had now began to notice, almost golden, which to me was a bit unusual as you didn't see that color of eye all that often.  Secondly, Bonnie was easily in her mid fifties to perhaps early sixties, though even then she was still reasonably attractive.  The last thing I figured was that a woman of her age would be even remotely interested in someone like me, nor was I in truth interested in her either except in a curious sort of way.  Mainly because of her eyes, and her name once again starting with a "B".

I was almost relieved when she soon after headed off, no further conversation taking place between us, and certainly no flirtatious actions of any sort.  I turned back towards my dinner and thought nothing else towards her.   After I had cleaned up, and after the sun had set, I decided to take a small fold up lawn chair and head on down by the beach.  The moon was nearly full again, or would be in a few more days.  The ocean was unusually calm, and it was almost soothing to just sit there and listen to the sound of the lapping waves as they rolled into the beach.

I'd been sitting there lost in my own thoughts for quite some time when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye.  Off to the right and ahead of me a figure emerged, just then standing up.  Obviously someone had gone out for a night swim in the ocean, now heading towards the beach.  It was still difficult trying to make out who it was, but it became obviously apparent seconds later that it was a woman, and that she'd been swimming nude.

"Oh...hi, sorry," Bonnie said as she shook out her hair walking over towards me though she didn't seem concerned, or bothered that she was naked and that I was able to see her now very clearly.  "The tide must have pulled me further down than I thought," she laughed.  

"No problem," I said looking at her.  Though she might have been older, she was still in reasonably good shape.  Her breasts were full, her nipples obviously hard and crinkled from the cool ocean water.  They hung heavy against her chest in a very enticing way, and I quickly averted my eyes.

"You don't happen to have an extra towel with you do you?" she asked.  "Unfortunately, the one I brought is up the beach a ways," she once again said laughing.

"Yeah, sure...back in camp," I told her, though I then stood and began walking up the short distance to where my van was parked.  Not too surprisingly, Bonnie followed, though seemingly undisturbed that I'd soon see her even more clearly than I already had as we neared the light coming from the lanterns I had lit earlier outside my van.

I soon located a towel handing it to her, though all she used it for was to dry off and fluff down her hair, moments later handing it back rather than wrapping it around herself.  As she did that, I took quick advantage of the opportunity to once again take a sneak peek at her nude form.  She too of course had hair between her legs, which stood out in stark contrast under the light and circumstances, though I noticed too it had bits of grey intermingled with the light brown downy fine hair still covering her mound.  Her nipples were enticingly hard, though I was sure from the cool night air and her swim.  Though I found myself wondering what it would be like to touch them, suck them.  I then I realized I was getting an erection and quickly sat down again.

"Thank you," she told me, and then invited herself to sit down at my portable camp table I'd set up earlier.  "Don't suppose you have anything to drink?" she then asked.

"Well, I could make coffee, though I do have something a bit stronger if you'd prefer," I offered.

"Stronger would be good, especially after a nice invigorating swim," she told me.

"You always swim in the nude?" I asked, careful to not expose my obvious bulge as I stood up briefly retrieving my last bottle of wine, opening it.

She laughed at that, "Whenever I can, as often as I can.  Why...does my sitting here like this bother or embarrass you?"

"Embarrass me?  No.  Bother me?  A little," I responded back.

"I hope in a good way," she said smiling as she accepted a glass of wine I had poured for her handing it to her.

"Married?" I asked trying to change the subject a little, though I was now curious about her and hoped to learn more.

"Used to be, widowed now," she said easily.  "Have been for some time now.  Enjoy living alone though, especially coming up here.  I enjoy meeting people, which is one of the reasons I do this.  Nice way to spend a few weeks during the summer, coming up here, hosting the camp, and being able to take advantage of my nightly swims."

"No wonder you're in such good shape," I said before thinking a little more carefully of my words, though she laughed at that.

"For a woman my age you mean?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out that way, but admittedly, you're probably in better shape than I am."

"I don't know...hard to tell with you being dressed and all," she stated, now actually flirting with me the way I saw it.  Surprisingly however, nothing more was really suggested, though she continued to sit there quite comfortably in the nude as we finished off the last bottle of wine I had brought with me.  It was soon getting rather late, though I had indeed enjoyed her company.  "Well, I guess I really should be heading back, let you get some sleep," she said finally standing up.  "You have any plans for breakfast tomorrow?  I poach a mean egg," she said winking.

"Ah no...not really," I told her.  "Sounds good, been a while since I've had one of those."

"Well then...it's a date, see you in the morning.  I'll be by with the eggs and a few other things.   Your stove looks big enough to handle everything, so I'll see you first thing in the morning then."  And with that, I sat watching Bonnie as she disappeared off into the night.  Moments after she had gone, I stood up slipped into the van and then into bed, where I proceeded to lay there jerking myself off.   Images of Bonnie, and then Bernadette, then Barbra, followed by Brenda and Becky filling my head.  Memories of each one as we'd made love, enjoyed the intensity of our encounters.  And each one of them with subtle similarities, easily explainable perhaps, but just as easily a very strange coincidence too.   I came, feeling the pleasurable juice as it coated my fingers, running down my shaft, wishing now that I could be with any one of them, even Bonnie as strange as that sounded.




Blue Moon



**

Sure enough, bright and early in the morning I woke up to the smell of freshly made coffee.  I sat up looking out the window, and there she stood busily cooking over my small little portable camp stove.

"Morning sleepy-head.  About time you woke up, breakfast is nearly ready."

I could now smell the bacon frying in the pan as well as she carefully placed a half dozen eggs or so into a boiling pan of water.  I got up, needing to pee of course, though after last night, I refrained from fully getting dressed, only throwing on a loose-fitting pair of baggy shorts on and nothing else.  I stepped out.

"I'll be right back...need to pee," I announced.  The camp restrooms were up the trail a ways.

"Don't bother going all the way up there if all you need to do is pee," she told me.  "Just do it over there," she said pointing.  "That's where I went a bit earlier, if you don't mind pissing where I did.  As a matter of fact, need to go again myself here shortly, but need to watch these eggs.  So go take care of it, and then relieve me, so I can," she snickered.

I walked over to the trees she had pointed at, though keeping my back towards her as I pissed.  I walked back, washed up in the basin of water she'd already put out to wash the dishes in, and then joined her as she finished scooping out the last of the bacon she'd just cooked.

"Keep an eye on the eggs," she reminded me.  "They're almost done, then we can eat."  And with that, she wandered off over to the almost exact spot I had stood in to pee.  She once again surprised me however, taking off her jeans entirely, and I noticed she wore no panties, no underwear as she stood stripping them off.  Unlike myself, turning with my back towards her, she squatted down facing me, and proceeded to urinate over the exact same spot I had peed on.  I turned, looking at the eggs, hearing her approach seconds later, though she was only carrying her jeans not having put them back on again.

"Glad we have the water here," she told me, and then proceeded to wash up, though she didn't just wash her hands either, washing her pussy as well as I stood there watching her do so.  Only afterwards did she put her jeans back on, which I was almost sorry to see her do.

"I think we're ready to eat," I announced having finished scooping out the last of the eggs.  We soon after sat down at my small little table to eat.  A feast the way I saw it as we again enjoyed one another's company, eating our delicious breakfast and getting to know one another even better than we already did.

Even though we were on the coast, right next to the Ocean, it was already starting to heat up as early in the morning as it was.  Promising to be an unusually hot day.  I was then thankful to be parked beneath the fir and pine trees, giving us both a bit of shade.  Even so, I was already beginning to sweat, as was Bonnie as she sat wiping her brow.

"Gonna be another hot one," she announced unnecessarily.  

"Yeah it is," I responded agreeing with her.

"You mind if I strip down a bit?" She then turned asking me.  "I enjoy the cool breeze on my bare skin, as long as it doesn't bother you if I do."

"Go right ahead," I told her, actually pleased she felt comfortable enough to be doing so, and yet likewise, also excited at the thought.  I had enjoyed looking at her breasts, her body, even at her age, though I didn't see that as being any big difference between us.  "It might bother me...but in a good way," I added winking at her.

She smiled at that, but then looked at me quite seriously.  "I appreciate the tease," she began.  "But I am old enough to be your mother you know.  And I doubt seriously that someone your age would be at all remotely interested in a woman my age."

I surprised her then, as well as myself, not having initially intended to do what I now did.  I stood up, my full-blown erection very noticeable as I stood, even in the baggy shorts I was wearing.

"Oh my!" she exclaimed seeing my obvious excitement.  "Guess I was wrong about that," she smiled blushing a little.  "Really?  You're aroused thinking of me?" she then asked.

"Very much so," I admitted, and then admitted even more to her, once again amazed that I did.  "And I even masturbated last night...thinking about you," I added.

"So did I," she confessed, suddenly unzipping her jeans once again, pulling them off along with everything else she was wearing.  In seconds, she stood before me once again in the nude, but this time in broad daylight.  "Well?  You going to stand there and stare at me?  Or you finally going to get naked yourself and come over here and fuck me?" She asked.

I did as she asked, though I suggested it might be better if we were to go inside the van.

"Actually, I prefer doing it outside," she told me.  "Much more exciting that way," she grinned, and then walked over to a nearby tree where she placed her hands upon it, leaning forward, stepping back a little.  Her magnificently full breasts now hanging down a bit, looking even sexier, more provocative than they had been.  "How's this?" she asked.  "Ever fucked a woman standing up outside like this before?"

I never had.  But knew I was about to.

**

Bonnie was the perfect height too.  As I walked over to stand behind her, I easily slipped into her, penetrating her fully in one simple thrust.  I stood basking in the sensation of her sweet, still tight, and very wet pussy as it surrounded my shaft.  Though she didn't allow me to stand there too long without pressing back against me, urging me in so simple a move so as to begin truly fucking her.  Nervously I glanced about, wondering if anyone might be able to see us from any of the other camps, though I couldn't see any close enough that might.

She laughed.  "Nervous?  I find it quite exhilarating myself," she stated, once again grinding herself against me, her full heavy breasts swaying to and fro beneath as I finally reached out with my hands capturing each.  They felt wonderful in my hands as I stood there kneading them, but then again so did her cunt as I felt it clasp, surround and basically grip my prick as I slid in and out of her from behind.  So marvelous was the sensation that I knew I wouldn't last very long, especially standing here like this.  It was indeed exciting, almost too much so, as was the position.  But she sensed it perhaps, and seemed to be hovering on the verge herself.

"For god sakes don't stop!  Fuck me harder!  Faster!" she cried out, worrying me a bit that someone might have overheard, though I proceeded to do just that, now slamming into her with a strength I didn't know I had.  Listening to the juices as my cock speared her pussy, the slap of flesh against flesh, her twin ass cheeks reverberating with each lunge.  Hearing her throaty moans and groans of delight, which I now added to as we both spiraled off into oblivion together was music to my ears.  

"I'm going to cum!" I announced unable to stop it.

"Oh fuck, me too!  Me too!" Bonnie said looking back, now grinding against me even harder than before.  "Fill me Jack, fill my cunt, shoot that hot rich cream inside my pussy!"

I began doing so, feeling the precious spurts of my semen as it exploded from my cock, shooting deep into her depths, as she suddenly liquefied herself, now bathing my prick as I continued to fuck her, quite sloppily I might add now, as we stood there against the tree.  I almost collapsed, finally stepping back, seeing the mingled traces of our combined pleasures running down between her legs.  And she too looked about ready to topple over, worrying me for a moment that she actually might.

"Whew, I need to sit down for a moment," she informed me, and then staggered back to the table with my help, nearly collapsing down on the bench when we got there.  "I guess I'm finally starting to feel my age," she announced.  And frankly, I was again concerned as oddly enough, she did look suddenly older, not by much...but a little.  Enough so I was genuinely concerned for her well-being.  She saw the look in my eyes, smiling and reassuring me however.  "I'll be fine Jack, just a little winded is all.  Been a while since I've had or enjoyed as intense as an orgasm as that one was.  Not even the one I gave myself last night was half as good."

"I know what you mean," I agreed though still somewhat concerned.   Moments later however, she seemed to have recovered fully looking a bit more like herself.

"Well, I probably should get going here," she told me.  "When is it you're leaving again?" She asked.

"First thing in the morning," I said.  "As nice as it is up here, I thought I'd at least spend another day before I start the journey back home again."

"Oh well...I may not see you again then," she explained.  "I'm driving back into town this evening, have to pick up a few supplies.  Planning on staying the night there, returning sometime late in the afternoon."

I was sorry to hear that, and told her so, though she leaned over kissing me, not in a motherly way either, but deeply, passionately actually making me feel light-headed.

"It was really nice meeting you, getting to know you Jack," she told me.  "I'll miss seeing you around here."

"Ditto that," I responded back, and then stood there watching her go, realizing as she did, that I would indeed miss seeing her very much.

Another name now added to my ever-growing list.

**

I was indeed sorry to have to go without seeing her again, or in saying goodbye.  But it was indeed time for me to begin the return trip home.  I'd already used up most of my vacation days, and wouldn't have the luxury to continue to spend a lot of time any place else.  Though I did plan on one more two-day stop in Oregon, and then a straight shot down through Nevada, and back into Utah the following day afterwards.

With as much time and effort as I'd put into fixing up and remodeling the van, I was a little disappointed in "Becky" when I lost a water-pump just outside of Eugene Oregon heading back.   I was standing there by the side of the road now kicking myself in the ass for not owning or having a cell phone with me when I saw someone approaching in a car.  I could only hope they would stop, and either let me use their cell phone if they had one, or drive me on into town where I could schedule a tow.

I was delighted when I saw the car slow, and then veer over towards me pulling up just in front.  I walked over leaning in through the passenger window.  A little old lady sat behind the wheel.  She had light golden eyes, smiling at me.

"Need a lift?" she asked.

"I do yes, unless you have a cell phone I could borrow in order to call a tow for my van.  Lost a water pump."

"Don't have a phone, never saw the need for one of those contraptions, but more than happy to give you a lift.  "Dave's Place the best mechanic and tow service around here, just a few miles away.  Happy to take you that far anyway, I live just across the street from there, you can wait there while they're towing your van in, and then fixing it."

I thanked her for her hospitality and then did so.   A short time later I ran into Dave's Place, which is just what the sign read, and made arrangements for the tow and the repair.  Needless to say, it would take the rest of the day and more than likely not be ready until the following day, as Dave had to send over to the next town for the necessary parts, as he didn't stock them himself.

"Damn," I said as I walked out the door, though pleased to see the older gal was still waiting for me.  I realized then I still didn't know her name...and wondered.

"Might not be ready until tomorrow," I told her.  "Is there a cheap inexpensive hotel or motel around here I can check into?" I then asked.

"Yeah...my place," she said easily.  "The only decent motel around here closed down a few years ago.  There's one other...but I wouldn't recommend it.  A lot of down on their luck homeless people staying there now, run down enough as it is, but also a lot of bad characters, robberies, things like that.  Best you spend the night with me at my place."

"You sure?  It wouldn't be any sort of imposition on you?"

"Nope, not at all.  Glad to have the company, especially at my age," she laughed.  I judged her to be well into her seventies, perhaps eighties even, though she seemed spry enough even then.  "By the way...my names Bernice," she said, and you are?"

"Jack," I said, not at all surprised to hear her say that, not surprised at all.

**

Her place was indeed pretty close, just around the corner in fact.  A small, old, but well maintained redbrick building.  "Cute place," I told her admiring the décor as she led me inside.

"Thank you, I like it," she responded back.  "Spare bedroom's upstairs, next to mine," she said smiling a bit more than she should have perhaps, though I didn't comment on what she said.  "There's a shower in this one too," she added showing me in.  

"This is really nice of you," I responded back.   "Is there some way I can pay you?"

"I won't take your money...don't need it.  But if there's something else I can think of you might be able to do for me, I'll let you know before you leave," she said simply, and then walked out closing the door behind her.

"Really strange," I thought to myself.  "Bernice, and with the same color of eyes as everyone else.  Bet she still has a bush too...though I bet it's gray and not brown now," I said to myself, and then just as quickly shook my head.  Even my thoughts were starting to get strange here as I considered the unthinkable.

I enjoyed the shower, it had after all been several days now since I'd last had one.  Stepping out of the small yet functional bathroom, I noticed that the sheets had been turned down on the bed.  A fresh set of towels lay waiting for me there as well.  I laughed.  It was barely five in the afternoon.  "I wonder if she goes to bed early and is expecting me too!" I thought.

I dressed into the last clean set of clothes I still had, and then wandered downstairs with the intent of asking her where a good place to eat was.  She was busy cooking when I came down.

"Hope you're hungry," she stated.  "And hope you like country fried chicken, I have my own secret recipe," she said laughing.

I was suddenly famished, and a little surprised.  There were heaps of fresh mashed potatoes, corn on the cob, salad, not to mention an enormous platter full of chicken.  Bernice opened a bottle of wine, and then sat down across from me.  "Well?  Dig in!" she said looking amused.  So I did.

We enjoyed a fabulously cooked dinner along with the wine, and even our conversation was pleasant, friendly.  After only a couple of hours sitting there with her, I felt I had known her all of my life.   The wine had made me a bit sleepy however, and with a full day's drive ahead of me, plus a few hours more before I got home, I decided to turn in to bed.

"Goodnight," I bade Bernice and headed upstairs to bed, though she followed me.  

"My bedtime too," she said smiling, and then turned into her room just before I walked into mine.   I noticed then there weren't any locks on the doors, though I chastised myself for even thinking that.   "She might be a little old, but she's obviously not thinking about that!" I told myself, and then stripped down, sliding into a very nice, very comfortable, down filled bed.  I was asleep in minutes.

I was dreaming, or at least I thought I was anyway.  And of course it was a very, very erotic dream.  I was out in the middle of a grassy meadow, the bright sunshine warm to my skin.  I was naked...but so to were the rest of them, all of them.  Becky, Brenda, Barbra, Bernadette, Bonnie...Bernice.  All of them, and then I was fucking all of them, not one after the other, but somehow all at once.  It was confusing as I could feel each one of them simultaneously, yet differently too.  And then I woke up, my eyes popping open when I did.

Bernice was sucking my cock, and it felt wonderful.

I didn't exactly panic, but I did try sitting up.  "Bernice?"

"Shh, just lay back, relax...enjoy this," she murmured quietly.  "This is what I wanted to do, how you can repay me.  Nothing else...nothing more.  Just let an old lady enjoy herself doing this," she stated.

I was grateful that it was reasonably dark inside the room, though the moon was nearly full outside now.  But I was also ashamed and embarrassed by that.  It wasn't that Bernice was unattractive for her age, she actually was.  But it was the thought of allowing an older woman, someone who could have easily been my own grandmother, at the very least forty to fifty some odd years to sit here and be doing this that was bothering me.   Certainly not the way that it felt.  If anything, this woman knew how to suck a man's cock, and was doing it better than anyone I had ever known, or ever been with before.  

Somewhat in a daze still, and especially at the way she was licking and fondling my dick, whatever reservations I initially might have had, suddenly evaporated away.  I simply succumbed to the exquisite ministrations of this lovely woman's mouth, tongue and lips as she drove me over the brink.   Moments later I was filling her mouth with my cream, worried for a minute that I might drown her because of it, as much as there obviously was.  To my surprise however, she stayed with it, draining every last precious drop from my dick, and then some, before sitting up where I could just make out her face.  Once again, I felt like I was hallucinating, her eyes almost seemed to be glowing there in the darkness, this deep golden sheen that took on a very eerie characteristic.

"I'll leave you to sleep now," she said crawling out of the bed.  "Sleep tight...see you in the morning."  And with that, Bernice left the room closing the door behind her.

When I got up, she was gone, but she'd left me a note.  "Sorry I couldn't stay to say good morning to you, but I had errands to run...busy day.  Already called about your van, Dave said it would be ready around nine or so.  Have a safe trip back home, and again...thank you, I enjoyed myself.   Love, "B".  She'd signed it.

With that I finished dressing and wandered over to the shop, which was just around the corner.  Sure enough Dave was just then pulling my van out into the lot to park it.

"All done," he said smiling, and then looked at me.  "Where'd you end up sleeping anyway?" He asked.  "Don't really have any accommodations around here anymore, so was kind of wondering about that.  

"Oh yeah, well," I said a bit sheepishly.  "You know that older gal that lives around the corner from here in that red-bricked house?  Her names Bernice?  I spent the night at her place."

He considered that for a moment, thinking.  "Don't know the name...can't say's I've ever heard it.  And the house doesn't sound familiar either.  Where'd you say it was?"

"Just around the corner, almost on the corner in fact.  A small white house with a picket fence around it, and then next to that one, Bernice's place."

Once again he looked at me a bit oddly.  "Sorry, for as long as I've lived here, there's only been a field next to that old place.  Certainly no red-bricked house that I remember!"

I paid for the repairs on the van, and then immediately drove back around the block.  Sure enough, it was just as he'd said.  Big field, no redbrick house.  I sat there staring, looking around, trying to see if I'd somehow gotten confused and lost directions or something.  But no.  As I sat looking back where I'd come from, it was the very same view I had seen as I walked down the porch, only there wasn't a porch any more to have walked down from.  Shivers ran up and down my spine as I put the van into gear and headed off at a brisk pace down the road.

**

I'll be the first to admit it, I was suddenly scared as hell.  I'd either been hallucinating, or I was suffering some sort of delusional brain aneurism.   That...or I'd actually entered the Twilight Zone, which I was beginning to believe I had.  Especially after everything I had now experienced, which was starting to pile up.  Starting with all the women I had met whose names all started with a B!




Blue Moon



I knew there and then, I would drive my ass straight home, no more stops except perhaps to pee, and even then, only at a rest stop or restaurant where there would be other people.  Even then, I wasn't sure who or what I might actually run into!

I had been driving for several hours and was just starting to calm down and convince myself I was fine, and that nothing else weird was going to happen to me, not before I got home anyway.  Which is when I crested the rise on a hill starting down the other side.  Ahead of me in the road, it appeared that someone had hit a dog, which was simply lying there in the middle of the road.  "Now what?" I thought, though feeling sorry for the dog.  I had plenty of time to correct my course and drive around it, which I began to do, when I suddenly saw it lift its head up.

"Fuck!  Someone hit a dog and just left it to die there!" I thought to myself.

I'd always had a soft-heart for animals anyway, and I sure as hell couldn't leave one sitting there in the road dying, and have some other car or truck come by and hit it again.  If nothing else, I'd at least move the poor creature off to the side of the road, and then if it didn't look like it could be helped, I'd at the very least put it out of its misery myself, though I wasn't looking forward to that.

I slowed down pulling over and stopping.  Once again seeing the dog lift its head looking over towards me.  It appeared to be a Golden Retriever, advanced in age perhaps by the look of it.  As it had either been hit by a car, or so old and feeble it had gone off some place to die.  I'd heard how many animals did that when it came to be their time.  Maybe it hadn't made it as far as it had wanted to before collapsing just where it lay.  I wandered over, but noticed immediately there wasn't any sign of blood anywhere.  And even more strangely, the dog lay there wagging its tail.

"What's the matter girl?  You hurt?  Lost?  You dying?" I asked and then let her sniff my hand as I held it out to her.  She licked it in addition to that, and then lay back down again.  "Well, we can't have that now can we?" I said.  "I have to move you sweetheart, or someone for sure will come by and hit you with their car.  If you're too weak to move, how about I help you?"

Once again she lifted up her head, looking at me almost appreciatively.  I picked her up, considered briefly moving her off to one side, and then new immediately that I couldn't do that either.

"Shit," I said to myself.  "Sure as hell can't leave you here either!"  She wore no collar, had no identification on her at all.  Perhaps she did have one of those chips embedded beneath her skin however.  So if nothing else, if I could find some sort of an animal hospital in the next town, maybe they could locate her owners.  If nothing else, at least she'd have someone who'd perhaps be able to do something for her, if not for humanely putting her down at the very least.  Better than me having to do it anyway.

I then carried her over to the van and sat her down in the passenger seat next to me.  She seemed to curl up, even giving off a relaxing sigh as she settled down there on the seat.  I walked back around, got in the van and headed off down the road once again, wondering if the next town I came to might indeed have some sort of veterinarian.

We'd been on the road for a while when she actually sat up in her seat.  I was surprised by that for one thing, as she actually looked a hundred percent better than when I'd first seen her.

"It's ok girl...next town, we'll get you some help," I assured her reaching over to pet her.

"Jack, I need to talk to you while I still can."

I nearly ran off the road.  I stared at the radio, but the song I'd been listening to was still playing.  I turned it off, staring at the dog.

"Maybe you'd better pull over."  The dog said, "Before you kill us both."

I did that, shaking like a leaf, for sure now that my head was about to explode or something, expecting some sort of cosmic collapse that would steal my soul or melt my mind into oatmeal.  If that hadn't already happened.

"You need to listen to me Jack, I have a lot to tell you, and not too much time before I can't do that anymore.  Times running out on me."

"You really can talk...but, but you're just a dog!" I spoke to her as though I wasn't, still speaking to myself, or some psycho version of myself anyway.

"Well for the time being...yes, I can.  Now please, listen.  Like I said, I don't have a whole lot of time."

I had managed to pull the van off the road well out and away from the main highway.  But I was still shaking like a leaf as I sat there staring at the dog, listening to her speak, which she began doing.  Oddly enough, she had the exact same eyes as every woman I had met along the way.  

"My name is Rebecca, and yes...I'm a very special breed of Golden Retriever.  And I'm not the only one...there's several of us, though not near as many as you might believe."

"I'm not sure what I believe at the moment," I told her, though she continued on anyway.

"You see Jack, my species, well...this particular species of dog and not all dogs either by the way, and not all Golden's either.  Just a few.  We have this certain ability.  We have the ability to shape change for one.  I can turn into just about anything, for short periods of time before reverting back to what I truly am.  A dog.  But I can also create things, not real things, dimensional things, things which seem real, and while they exist, are real.  But then they too eventually go away.  The thing about that is, whenever I do shape change it weakens me a little.  Not a lot, just a little, as it does whenever I create things.  Small things don't take nearly as much energy as it does when I attempt to do much bigger things.  Sort of like the difference between a dozen eggs and a red brick house.  Understand?"

I was beginning to.  But at the same time, not sure I wanted to.  "Yeah, well...sort of," I said talking to a dog.

"Good.  Now then, there's more."

"Why am I not surprised."

"Please Jack, listen to me...I really don't have too much longer, the sun will be setting soon, and then I won't be able to speak to you anymore."

"Why's that?"  

"You ever heard of a Blue Moon?"

"Yes, of course.  They call it that whenever there are two full moons within the same month.  At least I think that's what it means."

"Well, it's because of that, that my species, my kind has been given a very special gift.  During the phase of a Blue Moon, we are able to shape-shift, speak, and very often turn into people.  Which I've been doing ever since I first met you back there on the road."

"Becky?"

"That was one of me yes.  But you see Jack, there's something else that is both a blessing as well as a curse.  While we're in human form, we can experience and enjoy all the wonderful, natural things that you humans take so much for granted.  The gift of love, and pleasure for one thing.  But it costs us to do so.  Even more so than when we create dimensional illusions.  Whenever we have an orgasm, in particular a really intensely satisfying orgasm, it ages us.  Or rather it ages the human body we've created.  That's why I kept appearing to you as a different, slightly older woman, so that you wouldn't freak out upon seeing me after we'd been together."

"You mean the way I'm freaking out now?" I said hearing the tone in my voice raise about three octaves.  "You're sitting here telling me, as a dog speaking...that the women I've been with, were all one and the same.  You...a dog," I added shuddering at the thought.

"Not exactly Jack, though in a way yes. While human, I am human, not a dog. She yipped.  "Sorry, it's starting to happen sooner than I hoped for.  But yes Jack, yes, we were...or I was rather," she said, though I heard a yip come to the end of her sentence once again.  "My time is growing short jack, as soon as the moon makes a full appearance, I'll be a dog again, unable to speak.  For the moment, I still have these memories, these thoughts.   But in a couple of days, those too will be gone.  And I will indeed simply be a dog again.  Until the arrival of the next Blue Moon, and then for those of us, of our species, we'll once again be able to shape-change, and live for a time at least, as humans again."

I just sat there looking at Rebecca, or at least the name she went by.  She was still a dog, albeit a talking dog.  And I still wasn't sure if I was imagining all this.  It was a very real possibility that I was.

"So you're telling me then, you could have stayed as being just Becky, but that after every time we made love, and you climaxed, you'd have grown a little older."

"Yes, if I'd remained in that body, you'd have simply seen the same woman age over the course of the Blue Moon, though aging more and more rapidly towards the end, the more often we actually made love, or that I had an orgasm."

"Bernice!" I said.  To which she laughed at.

"Yeah, maybe now you understand that a bit more.  I was already weak enough as it was, especially after creating the house and the car...all that.  Another orgasm with you, and I'd have been barely able to even get around.  Even in dog form it was bad enough.  I had barely enough strength to turn myself into a bird, fly on up ahead as far as I dared, before collapsing there in the road just ahead of you.   I didn't want you to pass me by Jack, I wanted to talk to you while I still could, try and explain everything.  I grew to love you Jack.  Does that scare you?  Surprise you?"

"A little," I honestly told Rebecca.  "I mean shit...you are after all still a dog."

"For the most part...yes Jack.  I am.  But I sense that you do have a love of animals, do you not?"

"Yeah, I do...but I ah...well to put it bluntly Rebecca, I don't exactly run around having sex with animals either."

"No, I hope you never do Jack.  But you need to know.  When I'm human, I really am human.  That's not an illusion, it's real.  But I'm only able to do that, and everything else I do, during the course of a Blue Moon."

"Maybe that's where they get the saying from," I quipped trying to still gather my wits about me regarding all this.

"Maybe," Rebecca barked.  The moon just then beginning to make an appearance in the night sky.

"So, now what?" I asked.

"Well, I guess that's up to you Jack.  I really would like to be your dog, and your human companion to when I can be.  But you need to know a couple of things about that too.  I will never, ever appear in that form to anyone that knows you, or might know me.  I will revert back into my normal form even during the course of the Blue moon, or perhaps some other person or animal even.  But under no circumstances will I ever reveal my Blue Moon self to anyone but you.  Secondly, nothing I create is permanent, remember that.  What seems real, and is real for the duration of it, isn't.  Think you can wrap your head around that one and accept it?  In other words, I'm not a Genie Jack, I don't grant wishes."

"Ok, I sort of get that part.  But tell me this...where you dying back there on the road or what?  I mean, you look pretty good at the moment, even if you're a dog now."

"Well (woof...woof) I ah, wasn't (woof) dying, if that's what you meant.  I've still got a goodly number of (woof woof) dog years ahead of me.  But like any of my breed...they are dog years Jack, so eventually yes, I will die, (woof) just as in time...you will. (Woof!)  What I was doing, was getting some (woof) strength back, which with the onset of the moon, it brings me.

"Oh good, so you're not dying then."

"Not (woof) just yet anyway.  Now...one more thing while I still can Jack, (woof).  Like I said, tomorrow, I won't be able to speak, but I still may have a few lingering memories of all this...but only for a couple of days at best.  After that, they too will (woof) fade away, until the next Blue Moon.  So...as far as you're concerned about me (woof) I will be a dog Jack, just a dog.  Can you? (Woof)  Will you?  Accept that?" (Woof)

"I think so.  Yes...I can.  And I have to ask, do I actually call you Rebecca then?"

(Woof!) She said, and then licked my hand.



Blue Moon



On meeting my old pal, Pete we had a lot to catch up with. He would always confide his most intimate life with me, our relationship was that kind of karma.

Last time I had talked with him, when I accidentally bumped into him in my home town Newton Abbot - he had come to the Wednesday market there - he had been having a homo-sexual relationship with Badger, his allotment friend and his accounts of their happenings together in Badger's allotment shed have been quite revealing on the site he writes for.

But surprisingly he was telling me as we sat on a bench together under the old town clock, that although he thought the world of old Badger and thoroughly enjoyed being with him, he had come to the point, as you do, that it had become a little clinical, like when they met on the allotment they'd go to his shed as always, then. like numbers, they felt each other, masturbated each other, then the usual sucking and fondling which, 'don't get me wrong' it always nice' as was the resulting deep fucking which Badger always gave him with so much vigour, especially for an older guy - but having been with Badger for two years or so 'don't get me wrong because we shall still meet in his shed, and do all those things!' but I just felt I wanted some more excitement in my life. The newness with Badger and I had gone and it was rime to put that to rights! - and when I met David I knew what that was, him being ten years younger, sweet eighteen just, I took special heed to find every opportunity to speak with him at the bowling club where I first met David and I was so delighted when I realised he was of my leaning."

"And so your new relationship blossomed?" I asked

"You just couldn't be more apt, you see it all began when I presented him with a blue moon rose from my garden as a token of our first kiss. It was only a simple cheek kiss but enough to make us both realise how much we were attracted to each other, and now I call him my blue moon, blue being the operative word, meaning I want him always to be blue for me."

"I am glad for you," I said with a smile.

Then he went on to tell me about their first time alone and these are his words...

David talked much about how he had discovered himself of late, how he had yearned to meet a compatible guy like me with some experience.

He was somewhat shy so I said for him just to chill and not to feel obliged or pressed to do anything, but he insisted he wanted to learn, that he was very fond of me and could not think of anyone else he'd like his very first experience with.

He was a beautiful guy, I stood up in front of him as he sat sprawled on my settee. It was going to be a magical time I just knew it. It just came as natural to undo my zip asking him if he would like to see it.

He looked flushed but I simply smiled and squeezed myself, then he responded:

"I would love to," he replied with a lovely smile and I gradually unzipped myself and pulled myself out over the waistband of my boxer shorts which pronounced its stature. I was still growing as he looked with a glow in his eyes and I squeezed ever so gently to get it full for a first showing with dear David.

It was something so new and I went for it, David was curious and watched intently as I weaselled out my cock balls and all between my opened zip, loving his astounded reaction, his eyes popping.

"You like?" I asked him.

"It is so lovely, " he returned and I enjoyed giving myself a gently wank as he watched me stretching it fully back to reveal the head , watching David's response all the time.

"You can touch of you want to, would you like that?"

He was completely besotted I could tell and it made me feel so good and I felt completely comfortable with him,

"Can I, please, Pete?" he asked so very sweetly. "I have never touched one before, well no one else's that is, and certainly one quite so big," he smiled.

"Yes and you don't have to say please, just take your time, get the feel of it, sniff its scent and eventually you may like to taste the flavour."

I went on to tell him, as he started to fondle me, how my first time was and how, once I'd made the first move, the first touch, the first suck and felt my first fuck, I never looked back.

He was handling me over so gently and I said it wasn't going to fall apart that he could be a little more firm with it.

"Like this?" he asked rubbing and squeezing its length."

"Mmm! Lovely" I replied. See how it starts to jerk up and down. That is so nice and it is all for you, David. 

"It feel warm and pliable, lovely to touch, Pete"

"David, try just teasing my p-hole with your little finger, I would love the feel of that."

"Like this?"

"Mmm! Just like that, its lovely, don't stop."

"I won't"

I was being sent into another world.

"I do love the way you smell, Pete"

He sniffed me there as he continued to manipulate my cock and balls all the time, eyes half closed he was being sent too, it was fantastic and all the time I was imagining what it would feel like to fuck him deep penetration.

We got onto talking about actual fucking...

"But will it hurt, Pete?" he asked cautiously, it is so big.

"We will take it as it comes and when it comes, " I returned then I told him that perhaps for our first few hours learning about each other, we should leave the inevitable to last, and that is only of he wanted it.

All the time I can tell you, although with Badger I had always been the taker, I felt quite differently with David and had a fervent passion t find what he was like to be inside.

But for now it was delightful to stand there and watch his inexperienced hands explore me, showing him how to work his fingers on me, how to ball me up and jerk me.

"Let me lift up my left foot and put it on the arm of the sofa like this" I said and that way he could really explore every sinew down under. "There that's better for you and for me, " I said pushing my pulsing erection forward, prompting dear David to do more, but always in his own time, which made it all the more stimulating and thrilling, like I was being teased in waiting for the feeling of his mouth take me and how his suck would develop. He said he'd never sucked cock before and I returned there is always a first time and he replied like now? 

I smiled and agreed mow was the time, he'd soon picked up the language of sexual exchange and we soon got into the mode of exchanging dirty talk which made for an even more wonderfully erotic pleasure. I rubbed my balls and cock against his cheeks and mouth, he closed his eyes moaning, I could easily have cum at that point showering his face with my cream, but I wanted to save it, it was so good enjoying it in slow motion, there would be plenty more time for everything else. But he responded by rubbing his face between my opened thighs, sniffing me up. It was lovely, divine, watching his flushed face bury itself into my crutch that way, I moved it for him, sort of in a small wiggling circle movement an felt the sensation of his nose and mouth and tongue, licking, sucking and sniffing me. He was a real sex pot, just how I liked it, and it was as if he'd been starved for it and was now making the best of it, I was so glad it was with me and not some skirt he'd said he'd been out with but never fucked.. She'd given him her worn panties he said but even that didn't do it for him, it was as if all along he was geared up for this, and that was just fine with him.

"How do you feel about sucking cock?" I asked David and he looked up at me, my hard cock throbbing intensely now in both his hands as he squeezed and rolled my cock and balls between them, and then against his face once more - enjoying, he said the smell of me there was sending him crazy, that the scent of cock was a real turn on, and how it was more intense as he stretched my foreskin tight back, that it was lovely and he longed now to taste it.

"Then go ahead and taste it," I said feeling the moment, that imminently I was to enjoy that certain magic of how it is and how it feels for both of us to suck cock simultaneously, my cock was ripe for him and no mistake.

And when suddenly - he took it into his open mouth, like he had made up his mind after some brief hesitation, that he was going to do it and he would do it, he made it something really to remember for both of us, the feeling was gorgeous, wonderful as he bathed me with his wet tongue, exploring and whisking around the head of my hard pulsing cock, his cheeks bulging with it as he took deep breaths and sucked and sucked and sucked.

"Steady on, David" I warned or else I'll be cuming in your mouth. I pulled it away from him but he was defiant, like he didn't want to let go, and when I did it made a loud suction sound, his mouth wide, his eyes closed, his moans telling me just how much he had enjoyed his first taste of cock.

I didn't want to put him off, that would come if and when it was mutually agreed, like another lesson for the future, but in the meantime we could explore the delights of mutual oral stimulation and when I removed his tight jeans. He looked so good in them, so very fuckable, that lovely well proportioned tight ass was just waiting for it, and I had plenty of it to give. He smelt good, his young cock peeping up at me like it wanted attention, time to down those tight jeans, briefs and all as I sniffed him there - and I began to stroke it, squeezing those firm balls so good and young, after Badger it was a real delight to get close to a younger guy - all the time he enjoying my cock with some fervour, I felt the urge to mutually suck him and the taste of new young cock was a delight to behold, he had a lovely strong and firm erection on him and lovely firm balls which I gently squeezed, in effect I was doing to him what he did to me afterwards like he was learning every trick and tht was absolutely beautiful. Somehow I had managed to hold myself back for a later crescendo and how great that would be.

I really could have sucked him forever I felt - and soon I was exploring his wonderfully tight young ass which was a real pleasure, he smelt and tasted divine and I felt myself throbbing more and more for the fuck of him, but for now I had to subdue the thought, he was tight I could see that, I sucked him there and discovered that he loved me doing that, but pushing a finger inside him he really did need an awful lot more stimulation there with a lubricant stretch him, and that would be a delight for the future, for the moment I pushed his head away yelling I was going to cum, he pulled back and worked briskly on my cock as I did with his, holding it firmly in my fist and really going for it, finding the touch that he preferred, the little sounds and grunts to let me know which movement was best for him, his cock hard now and a good six inches his, and when I felt him spurt it was a sheer delight, I wanted the taste of his cum and licked it up from the head of his now limp cock, licking his balls as he gasped and collapsed on the floor next to the sofa.

My Blue moon had experience his first male sexual encounter big time and I just could not wait to get the fuck of him, as already described, he had a beautiful tight ass just made for it, I would teach him how to wiggle for me, like I did for Badger but now it would be me doing the fucking, and I so looked forward to fucking David.

"Sounds good to me, Pete" I said, you will have to update me wont you. You are almost making me envious of this new guy in your life."

"Steady on, let me have him first"

I smiled and said I was merely kidding. Yet I had a thought that perhaps I had ought to get myself a nice young guy. 

"When are you seeing him again. Pete?" I asked

"This Sunday so wish me success Huh?"

"You gonna fuck it then?"

"Too darned right I am, cant wait to get the poke of that."

"You lucky bastard" I returned wish I guess it was me, it had been a along time since Danny.

"Keep me updated Huh Pete?"

"Will do, I find myself throbbing now thinking about it."

"You want a wank like old times?" I asked.

"Would you, I mean you wouldn't mind?"

"Look, Pete we have been baddies for years, just tell; me how you want to fuck this David as I do it okay?"

"Will do, look I am really swollen now."

I unzipped and wanked him as he gave me the sordid details of how he proposed to fuck David.

But you, dear reader will just have to wait for the next instalment to discover just how that was!

But how's about I tell you now, it is a week later when I meet Pete once more, he looks well happy and I just could not wait to hear how he got on with his Blue Moon called David.

"I had him, David."

"You did, you fucked?"

"Sure did. It was just how I thought it would be, but it did linger on a bit as I discovered more about David, I told you how I just loved him in tight jeans, how they pronounced that beautiful ass, he was well aware of that and when next we met he was wearing braces which looked rather endearing giving him that rather attractive boyish appeal. I asked him to do a display for me, you know like the models do up and down the catwalk. He was really fort that and like the models do, I said he would look more scrumptious, especially from behind, if I tightened his braces, when I did that and I watched him parade before me, the effect of tight braces really pronounced and separated those gorgeous stackable cheeks and made for a very endearing aperture between.

"Come here," I sort of ordered to which he obeyed and I started to realise he like me to dominate.

"Now twist it for me, David, twist and bend okay - I want to get the real thrill of this."

Well he did and Boy! Was that something, I asked him to turn and bend in front of me at touching distance, I wanted to sniff and feel his contours through those so tight jeans. Then, to my delight it all started from a mere slap watching his ass cheeks bounce. He just whispered how he loved that and how he wanted to be spanked across my knee just like his father used to do.

It was absolutely new to me, but do you know what, it really did something for me, seeing David bent across my knee like that, his face nearly touching the carpet one side and his ass propped up for punishment.

As I gently ay first spanked each cheek about four times I felt my cock stiffen, he must have sensed this because IU felt a sudden squeeze as he plead with me not to stop. He'd found a way to manoeuvre a hand between and it was wedged against my hard erection. That did it, the more he squeezed, as if a signal he wanted more, the more I spanked his tight jeaned ass with the palm of my right hand. I was soon so wanting his fuck and he knew it. I asked him if he would l dike to try it now and he just looked at me and said id that is what I wanted.

"Will you make me ready, .Sir?"

That was something new, he was in this sort of master pupil mode and I soon found myself adjusting to that even though it was new to me, there was I thinking I was to be the teacher and it was turning out the reverse. But all I could think of then was getting him how I wanted him. Still bent over my knee he wiggled to help me pull off his jeans and I was treated with the most glorious pink coloured well spanked ass which he said had stung a lot but the sheer pleasure was overwhelming and he knew the ultimate effect would be that he wanted my fuck , that he was ready for it.

He wanted more cock sucking and somehow we managed to sprawl on the carpet so I could well lubricate that very inviting hole between his well slapped ass. It was fun squeezing my fingers into his tight orifice and it made him yelp a bit, but undaunted he wanted me to continue, he said he felt he was ready for it.

I laid back to enjoy his riveting cock suck, him squeezing and taking as much of it as he could into his mouth. His ass was squelching then as I found I could stretch him, enough maybe to get the head of my cock inside him.

"How would you like me for first time, Sir?" he asked so sweetly, his lips meeting mine for our first kiss, the deep wet kiss I could taste myself in, something very bazaar about that but really wonderful.

Just sprawl on all fours and put it for me, I want our first fuck to be magical, David.

He did just that looking so wonderfully inviting, I just had to smother my face into his crevice, tasting and sucking all, the taste was earthy and pungent and it felt that it really wanted the taste of my cock inside, at first it slipped in so well, covering just the head, he wiggled for me as if to help me push it into him further and when I got half way he gave a huge gasp saying how wonderful it was.

"Is it hurting?" I asked

"A little, Sir"

"Then shall I stop for now, we can finish each other off orally?"

He wanted me just to pause for a while, then try again, he said it was gradually easing as he felt my throb easing it for him.

"Then we shall go the full hog," I said and soon I was right up inside him. We fucked a while and then paused, him telling me to stop and go again, that is what we arranged. It was one of the most gratifying fucks I have had for a long time and when it was over, when I shot my load into him, and then sucked him off, milking his cream into my mouth as a thank you for a wonderful fuck, he smiled so warmly, telling me just how good he felt to have actually at last been gratified by a real man.

Afterwards we lavished each other in a shower, I played with the shower head, changing the temperature as I moved it over his cock and balls, then another suck as he did the same for me, it was a beautiful experience and soon I hope to do it all over again.

My Blue Moon is really blue....

"I am glad for you," I said and I felt so revved up by his story.

Pete knew what I wanted and it was his fault, He gave me the most gorgeous meaningful stiff wank and I was happy again...



Blue Moon



The moonlight shone through the window. It cut my comforter in two. One half was light. One half was dark. I stared at the contrast for a while. I considered closing the blinds but that wasn't what was keeping me awake. He was.

He didn't snore. He didn't listen to his stereo or TV too loud. He didn't leave messes all over the house. He was by all standards a good roommate. He was almost perfect and yet not. He was supremely intelligent and driven but unemployed due to a layoff. He was funny and charismatic one minute then shy and reserved the next. He pulled me in with his warmth but could send me retreating with one cold look. 

I knew he was straight. I listened to every appraising story of the women that had passed through his life. The signs were there, yet I had a nagging suspicion that I might not be one hundred percent correct that my roommate liked women and not men. The more I thought about his sexuality, the more I realized I didn't trust my instincts about him because my desire was clouding my judgment. My feelings caused me to put my body on a collision course with his when we navigated around our cramped kitchen. These feelings made my hands twitch with an eagerness to touch him. Every night when I went to bed all I was left with were these feelings flooding my body, swelling and washing over me. I floated on a sea of lust for my roommate. My cock stiffened. I gripped it in my hand, gave it a squeeze and wished I could know for sure.

I imagined how sexy and exciting it would be to have a roommate whose sexual appetite matched mine. I stroked my cock thinking of all the ways he could put an end to moments like this. I'd never have to stroke my own cock. He could offer his mouth to me. I'd been watching that mouth for weeks. I saw it across the room speaking into the phone, across the table devouring a sandwich and now I saw it closing around the head of my cock. The not knowing how good it would feel when he did suck me made my balls ache for release. 

It made me frustrated not to have him. I closed my eyes and tried to think of someone else. All I saw was my roommate getting out of the shower with water dripping off his lean body. The curls of his pubic hair were tamed around a delicious cock.

The sound of my bedroom door opening made me bolt upright.

"You awake?" he said in a hushed voice.

"Yeah, man. What's up?" My hands padded down the bed to ensure that my indecency was covered.

"I needed to ask you something."

His body was a dark figure in my doorway for a moment then he crossed the threshold at which point I thought he'd stop and ask his question but he crept to my bedside. He stood where the moonlight spilled off my bed and pooled on the floor.

I was startled by the sight of him, how the moonlight made him seem to glow. My roommate was standing there in the way I'd always wanted him, strong with his chest bare and his pajama pants riding low on his narrow hips. 

"I need to know..."

"Yes?"

My body tensed when he made a move closer to the bed then proceeded to climb onto it. I scooted back. He stalked toward me, crawling on hands and knees like a hungry panther. I continued my retreat from him, out from underneath the covers, until my head bumped the headboard.

"I need to know if you want me."

He straddled my naked body. My cock pressed into his leg in hard response to his question. I relaxed under the weight of his body but my heart continued to race as the scent and warmth of his body enveloped me. The closer his body came to mine the more my want of him won over my surprise. He stretched himself on top of me and molded into the form of my body. We were chest to chest. He wriggled out of his pajama pants. 

We shifted positions in an effort to gain the best access to the other's body. His want for me was clearly communicated in the wet line of precum he drew across my upper thigh. His bare skin on mine was a rush of ecstasy and sweet finality. He breathed life into my fantasy with his kiss while the moonlight illuminated our bodies. 





Blue Moon



This is my first submission! Written for my beloved man. 

*

It was nighttime and the moon rode high in the summer sky. She lay tangled in her bed sheets, nude and perspiring. It was quiet, apart from the rustle of leaves in the trees and the occasional hoot of an owl. Miles from anywhere, she slept easily with a window open for cool air and the back door ajar so her cat could come and go. 

There was a creak; the wind bending the branches of the trees outside, or the soft step of a foot on an aging floorboard. She slept on, unaware, bare breasted to the night. In fact, when the soft brush of her bedroom door across her carpet whispered into the air, she still slept on. 

His cock was hard as soon as he laid his eyes on her, his eyes feasting on her puckered pink nipples and her lush, pouting and temptingly open mouth. He had agonised on the way to her house in his car about how to start, but the thought of driving his cock between those lips settled the problem for him. Stealthily he crept towards her, unzipping his pants and releasing his cock. He pumped his fist up and down it for another few moments, getting it fully hard after the confinement of his jeans, and he looked her over as he did. The sheets were so thin they did nothing to hide the delicious curve of her ass, nor that sweet little triangle between her thighs that he was going to pound without mercy later, but then his gaze fell on that mouth again, and a wicked smile broke across his face. Moving far too fast to give her a chance to scream, he fisted her hair tightly in one hand and forced his cock hard into her mouth the second she opened it to gasp.

It was so warm and so wet, and he had such a tight grip on the back of her head that he began to fuck her mouth with abandon. Her jaw was forced so wide by his girth that he knew there was no way she could bite him. She was gagging, spasming delightfully around his cock, and tears were streaming down her face. 

She tried very briefly to struggle, squealing and sobbing around his cock, but he backhanded her until she stopped fighting. With her pacified, he fucked harder and deeper, until he rammed the head of his cock so hard inside that he forced it into her throat. 

"Awww, fuck yeah!" he exclaimed, holding her still as he savoured the sensation. She gasped and wept, desperately trying to squeeze air through her nostrils as he owned her throat for his pleasure. Then, slowly at first to get the feel of fucking her throat, he began to rock his cock backwards and forwards, finding the edge of her gag reflex again. 

"You filthy little slut, you feel so fucking good," he growled, gritting his teeth as he kept on pacing himself, "After I pump my cum down your throat I'm going to use your pussy and your ass too. I am going to rape your holes so hard you're not going to be able to walk for a fucking week," he added. The shock and fear in her eyes made him pump his cock harder and deeper down her throat. Tears were pouring freely from her eyes, and she was whimpering feebly as he thoroughly raped her throat. When he saw the awareness beginning to fade in her eyes, he pulled his cock all the way out to allow her some breath.

"Please... please.. no more..." she gasped, and he slapped her hard enough to bloody her lip.

"Shut the fuck up and take it, slut," he snarled, he told her, grasping her jaw to force her mouth open again. Since she was too weak and frightened to fight, it was easy for him to drive his cock all the way back down her throat and continue his rape of her lush mouth. Two or three times he had to stop again to let her breath, but she simply gulped in her breath and let him use her again. Harder and harder each time he fucked her, feeling the fullness of his balls slapping against her chin as her throat continued to spasm tantalisingly around his cock. Finally he felt himself cumming, his balls exploding and pouring his cum deep in her throat. Stream after stream of cum filled her, spilling out of the corners of her lush little mouth, and he groaned his pleasure at the sight of her. 

Spent, for the moment, he shoved her back on the bed, where she lay shivering and crying, while he began to tear up her sheets into strips for the next part of his evening's entertainment.

*

To be continued... 



Blue Moon in Bangkok



Her lips were soft just as I dreamed that they would be. We kissed gently at first almost nervously like a couple of teenagers on a first date then I felt her tongue flick my lips as if looking for permission to enter. I accepted with alacrity and her tongue slipped into my mouth to find mine. I slid my hands under her shirt and up her warm naked back and pulled her into me. Our kisses became deeper and more passionate. On every level this was wrong... I was in a relationship, this was my girlfriend's friend and also my student but I just couldn't stop now. From the first day I had met her I had desired this woman and now my fantasy was becoming reality. 

I had been living in Thailand for 9 months. I had just turned 41 years old when my 20-year association with a world famous Irish brewery ended with a golden handshake and a cheap gold watch. It was a nice little pay off and I reckoned I could go and lie on a beach somewhere for a while to ponder my future. My marriage had long ended in divorce. We were both so career focused that we never made the time to start a family and the last I heard my ex-wife, Carol was living with someone with tattoos and a lot of body hair... Her name was Tina. I was about to do the typical package holiday to Spain when 2 married friends suggested that I travel a bit further afield. 

"Go and teach English in Thailand, China or Vietnam." Anne added. "You can earn money and not eat into your pension then you can holiday during school breaks." 

I had no teaching experience but in a whirlwind space of 6 weeks I had taken a TEFL (Teach English as a Foreign Language) course, tied up any loose ends and I was leaving for Thailand. I think I emailed my CV to every school in south-east Asia but the highly efficient Mister Paradorn at the south Bangkok language academy was first to reply to me. He posted me a copy of a contract and all the documents needed to get my visa and work permit and I was away. Nerves gripped my stomach muscles as my plane touched down in Bangkok airport on April 25th 2005. I made my way through a sea of eager taxi touts till I seen the sign with my name on it. 

"Welcome to Bangkok." Said the waiting Mister Paradorn, a small thin man with a large grin and a bone-crunching handshake. 

Bangkok is an incredible city, from the stunning beauty of Wat Phra Kaow (an ancient temple) to an ultra-modern shopping precinct like Siam Paragon. I couldn't believe that it had taken me all these years to explore somewhere more exotic than Majorca. On my days off I loved just walking around at a nice leisurely pace. I felt I had put in my time in a highly stressful career and now I reaped the rewards and just wandered about as the locals frantically went about their business. The local women were stunning. I have to admit having a penchant for Asian ladies and this was heaven. 

I sometimes wondered if I was the only man that had lived in Bangkok and never sampled the delights of the bar (red light) scene. One night I went to the notorious Patpong road. I went into the "Runway" bar and was joined by two girls. They were very young and one told me she was 19 and the other told me that she was 21. I think I would have taken 2 years off both of them. They were sweet girls with lovely pretty faces. They had been dancing around a chrome pole but when the music finished the mamasan (boss) instructed them to join me. Both of them wore the same bikini and both of them did not have breasts. They tried to talk me into paying a 500 Baht bar fine (a payment where you take a girl away from the bar) each and 2,000 Baht each to take them to a short-time hotel. It was not about the money. A mere 100 Euros would have got me an hour of undoubted pleasure with these 2 sweet girls but that is all they were... Girls! I wanted more... I did not want a girl for 1 hour or 1 night. I wanted a woman for life. 

I lasted 5 months in the south Bangkok language academy. The children were just too young for me. They shouted and played chasing and I was popping Tylenol to stop the riot in my head. A Thai teacher would leave her class to help me regain control but in truth I was ill prepared for this and a course with SWAT would have been better preparation than a TEFL course. One hot Monday morning, 20 minutes into a class I calmly gathered my things, walked out the gates, went back to the apartment that the school provided and packed my bags ready to go back to Ireland. I knew Mister Paradorn would come looking for me so like a fugitive I went underground and by 2pm I had checked into a central Bangkok hotel.

It was an irony that I spent 20 years in a brewery but never really indulged in the products. I only had a beer once in a blue moon. Early that evening the blue moon shone over Bangkok. I had enough of the depressing news on BBC World and I just couldn't watch Die Hard even one more time in my life so I headed to O'Brien's Irish bar to ponder my next move. With The Dubliners blasting out "The Irish Rover" in the speakers overhead, I sipped my ice-cold Singha beer looking out onto Sukhumvit Road and smiled watching tourists haggle with street vendors over the price of pewter souvenirs, t-shirts, pirate DVD's and fake Rolex watches.

"How'ya." A voice boomed in my ear making me jump. I turned sharply to see a giant standing beside me. He parked himself on the padded seat beside me with a force that nearly sent me skywards. His name was Frank. He was 47 years old, about 6 feet 2 inches tall and the wrong side of 300 pounds. His white shirt had 3 buttons open revealing black bushy chest hair and an enormous gold medallion. His hair was long black and greasy making him look more like a Greek Elvis impersonator than any Irishman that I'd ever known. 

"The wife is gone shoppin' with her sister for t-shirts and stuff for the nieces and nephews." He informed me in a County Kerry accent so strong that he was harder to understand than most Thais. 

"I thought I'd drop in here out of the heat and sample the Thai Guinness." He went on, drawing a big paw across the sweat on his forehead.

We exchanged stories and it transpired that he lived with his wife in Khon Kaen in the northeast and they were just in Bangkok for a 3-day break. After about 30 minutes his wife came in with her sister, they planted bags on the floor and slumped on to the seat opposite in mock exhaustion. I shook hands with Ped (his wife) first then her sister Noi. My miserable day had just become considerably better as a guy from home; his wife and her extremely pretty "little" sister joined me. I remember just locking onto Noi's gorgeous dark eyes. 

Noi was only 28 years old. She was a mere 5 feet tall and of slight build. Her skin was typically Isaan, (North-eastern Thai) very dark brown. She wore her black hair tied back off her face in a ponytail enhancing her lovely facial features. She was friendly and her smile absolutely knocked me out. She spoke very good English and we hit it off straight away. 

"You come Khon Kaen with us tomorrow and teach me English more." She said with a laugh. 

Within 24 hours and impetuous as ever that off the cuff remark became reality as I pulled my suitcases from the back of Frank's Ford Ranger and checked into the KK Mansions apartment complex. That night there was a knock on my door. It was Noi with a small silver suitcase in tow. 

"I stay with you tonight?" She asked.

I was delighted that she was here and I let her in secretly chuffed that my flagging self-esteem was boosted at having a new girlfriend that was 13 years younger than me. 

Our first night together was not the hot exotic encounter that I imagined it would be. We showered separately and Noi slid into bed beside me with a large towel around her. As she removed the towel she half jokingly told me that she wanted to get a breast enlargement operation but I tried to reassure her that it did not matter. I was lying and I remember that I was disappointed that her bra had been padded and her small breasts were practically non-existent. Physically she had the body of a girl. She was rather timid in bed and did not really like oral sex, either giving or receiving. She also did not like rear entry as she said that it hurt. We had a great relationship outside the bedroom. Noi was funny and a really great girl but after a while our sex life really did bother me and it was usually missionary position with the lights off. 

I loved life in Khon Kaen. I was teaching English to some university students privately. They did not play chasing and I hardly ever needed a Tylenol. I was also teaching a nice 45 year-old lady that was going to the USA. As far as women are concerned I was still in heaven. Khon Kaen is light years from Bangkok but the women were no less beautiful. I walked around the markets or the supermarkets and just looked and admired these gorgeous women. I would just sit drinking a cappuccino thinking how lucky I was. 41 years old and living with a really cute Thai girl. I worked a maximum of 4 hours per day then would go to the Angel Plaza and just wallow in my surroundings. You stand out as a foreigner up here so you get a few smiles from really pretty girls. I am no Brad Pitt look-alike but I am 6 foot tall and I always managed to keep myself in good physical condition. I have a good head of hair even if the gray is taking over. My best description of myself is easy on the eye. Your imagination can run riot but I had a nice girlfriend so I was happy enough to just look. I would never touch. 

One day Noi told me that a friend of hers wanted to learn English. I thought this was okay as I would never turn down a chance to earn some extra cash and more importantly kill an hour or two. Two days later we met her friend for dinner. Her name was Fon and she was gorgeous. That day when she walked into the restaurant she quite simply took my breath away.

"Sawadee kaa." (Hello) She said with a Wai. (Thai greeting raising palms together and bowing head). 

She was older than Noi at 31 years old. She was about 5 foot 6 inches tall. She had long black shiny hair that draped over her shoulders like black silk curtains. She wore a tight fitting red top that showed off her ample breasts. She wore a loose fitting light blue cotton skirt that went below her knees and swayed with her movements. To top it off she wore a pair of black patent high-heeled open-toed sandals showing off a tidy pair of feet. A little fetish of mine I have to add. She turned a few heads that day. 

I tried to ascertain her level of English and it was basic, added to that she had no confidence in speaking English. I was pleased at the realisation that my relationship with this woman (albeit professional) would be quite a long one. 

Fon had quite a successful jewellery business but Noi had told me that she was tired of meeting parasitical Thai men that lived off her. Her last Thai man only wanted to drink whiskey and would beat her up. She had just recently visited a dating agency and had been set up with an English guy. Without the agency translating their emails, communication was quite limited. Fon liked this guy and he promised that he would visit her on his next vacation. 

The words "Lucky bastard" ran through my head. 

"You help I?" She asked me. 

"Yes I will be glad to." I replied.

I tried to be nonchalant in her presence and to be professional but as we went our separate ways that day I watched her walk away sneaking a glance at the most perfect specimen of a female that I ever met. I was in a relationship and this woman was my girlfriend's friend. My problem was that I was a man and I could not stop having desires and fantasies. I compromised in my mind that I would allow this woman to be my fantasy and nothing more. The same as was Mrs. Quinn; my French teacher was my fantasy when I was 16. I do not know how I got beyond "Comment allez vous?" as in each French lesson all I could see at the blackboard was my teacher in just her high heels. I must have left each lesson holding my books in front of my throbbing erection. 

"Soo-ay mai?" (Is she beautiful?) Noi asked me bringing me back to the here and now as this Siamese vision walked down the street.

"Yes she's quite a nice lady." I replied in mock nonchalance. 

I woke up on the day of Fon's first lesson and I was in a great mood. My girlfriend kissed me goodbye and went to work and I allowed my mind to drift into a fantasy of Fon stripping and the two of us making love in her bed. I had a shower, chose my best clothes and sprayed on my Chanel Allure aftershave. 

At 8.55am I killed the engine of my Isuzu Rodeo and gathered my books off the passenger seat. My heart hammered as I knocked at the door. Fon answered and wai'ed with a "Sawadee kaa" (Hello) and gestured me in. I followed her to the dining room where a large mahogany dining table and 6 chairs almost filled the room. An A4 notebook was open and ready for action so I placed my books on the table and sat in the chair that would be next to her. 

"Would you like some dink?" She asked.

"Just water please." I replied.

I still remember her walking to the fridge and I still see it in slow motion, her every move was so graceful as she walked along the pale grey tiled floor to the gigantic Samsung fridge. Last time that I met her she wore a rather long skirt but today as if to drive me totally crazy she wore a denim mini-skirt. I tried my best to focus on my reason for being here and I opened my folder and took out my lesson for today. I couldn't stop my eyes from wandering just to watch her pour my drink. Her legs were amazing. They were long, well toned and brown. She wore a red and white vest type top that obviously showed more flesh on her arms and plunged in the front revealing more of her tanned breasts. She placed my glass of water in front of me and sat down. 

"You have a beautiful home." I said not sure if she understood me. "Khun ban soo-ay mak mak." I repeated not sure if my Thai was correct. 

"Oh thank you velly much." She replied. "Khun puud pasa Thai gengh maak." (Your Thai is excellent.)

Mahogany cabinets adorned the dining room. Family pictures and pictures of Fon at her university graduation sat proudly on them and across the wall along with pictures of the king, the queen and king Rama V (the past and much loved king). 

I handed her the book that we would work from and as she turned over some pages I sat back and sneaked a look at her crossed legs and feet beneath the table. Her feet were also flawless and deeply tanned and her toenails were painted crimson red. 

"Oh dee maak!" (Very good) She exclaimed bringing me back to reality. "Book velly good." 

I switched back to professional reality and proceeded to go through the lesson. She listened intently to my every word and she repeated what I wanted her to say. We laughed at the words that she struggled with but she eventually made a good attempt at correcting them. 

"Boyflend me want I learn English too much." She informed me. I hated to admit it to myself but the word "Boyfriend" was a knife in my heart. Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's wife says the commandment but I did. He was English, I was Irish, and we were geographical neighbours and I did covet his future wife. As she spoke I studied every inch of her. Her hair, her stunning dark eyes, her snow-white teeth and her perfect mouth. The white of her vest top contrasted her dark brown skin. Northern Thai ladies are sometimes self-conscious of their skin, which they do not like if it is too dark. An irony that western women are white and want to tan, Thai ladies with dark skin want to have brighter skin. 

The 1-hour lesson finished all too quickly and I reluctantly got to my feet and gathered my lesson sheets into my folder. She thumbed through her purse for my 300 Baht fee and for the first time ever I felt guilty taking it. I loved every minute of my time with her and I would have gladly spent the day with her and not charged her 1 single Baht. 

"Fon call to me darling," my girlfriend said to me that evening. "She say you good teacher. She want you teach her long time." 

Noi did not know that Fon was beginning to occupy my brain. That night Noi and I made love. In my mind I was somewhere else and I closed my eyes and thought of Fon. Tonight Noi took it from behind. I looked at Noi's little legs but thought of Fon's long legs as I slid in and out of her. I imagined what it would sound like for Fon to groan as I entered her. I was almost afraid that I would call out the wrong name as orgasm gripped me and I came inside Noi. 

Fon smiled as she showed me in the door for lesson 2. Today she wore a similar vest type top but a pair of white shorts replaced her mini. As she walked to the fridge I used the time it would take her to walk there to take in her every step. The shorts displayed even more flesh on her legs with the added bonus of hugging her buttocks to show just how round and perfect they were.

I began my lesson and once again took on the role of teacher trying desperately to hide my desire for my student. Over two hours went by when I decided to wrap up our lesson. 

Every evening with Noi became a charade. I spoke to her about her friend's progress and made love to her but in my head I was making love to her friend. In the morning I showered, got dressed and thought about what Fon would wear today and thought maybe today was the day when she would declare her love for me. 

As each day passed Fon and I did become closer. I took her shopping in Angel Plaza or to lunch to improve her vocabulary. Noi would ring me and I would tell her that today was "The restaurant lesson or the buying clothes lesson." It never occurred to her that I never went "on location" with a student before. Fon sat beside me in my Isuzu and we would sometimes speak in her bamboo English or my broken Thai. A lot of times we just sat in silence but for me it was never an uncomfortable silence. I loved being with her. Sometimes I asked Fon questions about her boyfriend, which for me was like whipping myself. 

"I just want a good man with a kind heart to take care me and love me." She said in her rapidly improving English. 

There were times when I felt like I spoiled the moment by asking about him, so I did not ask again. 

I was beginning to believe that Fon felt the same way about me as I did about her. In a mixture of Thai and English we were speaking more about life and what we wanted. My lessons were taking on a more personal touch for us both. I had a battle going on in my head. 

"You have a girlfriend," Said one voice. "And she has a boyfriend." 

"He is in England and you are here," Replied the other. "Go for it!"

I always think that in situations like this fate will rear its head and there isn't anything that you can do about it. This started like any other lesson. We sat at the table and we talked through the dialogue that was written on the sheet. 

"Ek-cue me," Fon said, "I turn on fan." 

As she stood up she knocked the table and my glass of water spilled over me. In reaction I jumped to my feet.

"Solly, solly." She said not knowing what to do next. 

"Okay no problem." I said as the cold water soaked into me. Her hand was now on my shoulder and I instinctively put a hand on her waist. As I looked into her eyes the embarrassment on her face was replaced by a more wanting look. This was it, now or never. I slowly moved my mouth towards hers then felt her silky lips meet mine. As my tongue explored her mouth we just blended into each other. My hands slid under her shirt and I felt her warm soft skin; her hands ran over my back. She whimpered as I kissed her neck.

Fon didn't say anything she just broke away but took my hand and led me to the stairs. I swallowed hard and watched as she climbed the stairs then I followed, her bare feet not making a sound on the polished mahogany stairs. Her hand turned the doorknob and the door creaked open. Sunlight filled the room and a typically feminine combination of scents now filled my nostrils. I stopped in the doorway as she went to the window to pull the curtains. I looked around admiring how beautiful the room was. A giant tiger rug hung on the wall over her bed. Matching mahogany wardrobes, bedside lockers and lamps gave a symmetrical look to the room. 




Blue Moon in Bangkok



With the curtains darkening the room she came back, walked past me, closed the door behind me and switched on the ceiling fan. Then she went and sat on the bed. I sat beside her. We just looked into each other's eyes as if we did not know what to do next. I gently stroked her hair and leaned across to kiss her. Once again we kissed deeply and passionately. Her fingers opened the buttons of my shirt and my heart raced as her hands clawed across my bare chest. I stood up, leaned forward and took hold of her vest top. She raised her arms allowing me to remove it revealing a plain white bra. I threw my shirt to the floor and as I reached behind her back to unhook her bra, she undid my wet jeans. She let me slide off her bra to reveal two gorgeous breasts with large dark brown nipples. Now she pulled down my jeans revealing my tent-like boxers. Even though it had just been drenched in ice-cold water, my cock stood out rock hard. She looked up at me coyly and agonizingly moved her face forward into my groin. I thought I would explode as her hands gripped my buttocks and she delicately moved her face from side to side and up and down my cock. Then she put me out of my misery and gently lowered my boxers.

"Wow, wow," She said. 

Her hand traced delicate lines around my cock as if she had never seen one before. She cupped my balls in one hand then placed tender kisses along the length of my shaft to the top and back down again. I craved for her to take me in her mouth but she didn't, she just stroked my legs and balls and kissed my cock. She patted the bed for me to sit beside her. I fell to the bed still tied up in jeans and boxers. She laughed then freed me from my denim shackles. She stood up and lowered her shorts revealing a pair of plain white cotton panties then climbed on top of me. We slid in on the bed and she kissed down my chest and once again began kissing my cock. This time I got my wish and she gently gripped my cock and took it in her mouth. Any previous shyness was now well and truly gone as she expertly moved her head and her hand in unison. I tried to watch but had difficulty keeping my eyes open as ecstasy gripped me. As I looked down at her I could see her sideways. At this point I think I thanked God that I was a man as I surveyed every inch of her from her perfect little feet, along her gorgeous brown legs, silky skinned back to the long black hair that fell over her face now hiding what she was doing to me. She paused, pulled her hair over her ear and tilted her head just long enough to let me see what she was doing. As she moved her head up and down on me her tongue made circles around my cock driving me crazy. Then as she moved her head her hair fell back down again. 

My 41-year old heart needed a break before it exploded so I sat up and gestured for her to lie down beside me. Her hair spilled over the pillow and I leaned over and kissed her. She whimpered as I kissed her neck and I really took pleasure from kissing every bit of her. I kissed her beautiful breasts and sucked hard on her nipples. I kissed her stomach then playfully rubbed my nose on her mound and kissed every inch of her legs. It was fetish time and she had gorgeous little feet so I kissed them, licked them and took a manicured big toe in my mouth and mimicked oral sex doing to her toes what she had done to my cock. She closed her eyes and she seemed lost in the pleasure that I gave her. Eventually I pulled off her pants and was treated to the sight of her beautiful pussy. I kissed along the inside of her thighs and when I got to her beautiful little cunt she squirmed and moaned as I kissed it and licked it. It was almost sweet from whatever shower-gel she used. I could have stayed there all day as her little love bud came out to play, I slid two fingers inside her on a mission to find her G-Spot massaging her insides as my tongue kept up his job. She gripped the sheets tightly writhing almost making it difficult for me to keep my tongue on the right spot. Then after her body jerked a few times she seemed to have enough. She lay laughing and panting. 

"Gengh Mak." (Excellent/Very good) She said. "Now please." She added moving her legs apart inviting me in.

I positioned myself between her legs and placed my glistening knob between her cunt-lips. I gently pushed and she jerked as if it hurt. I paused but she bit her lip and nodded for me to continue. Her nails dug into my shoulder as her insides finally surrendered to the intruder. I looked down the length of her body and took in the perfection of her flawless legs and tiny feet as her cunt muscles clamped around my cock. 

"Ahhhhhhhh!" She sighed loudly as my length slid inside her. 

"Yes, yes please..." She cried in her newly learned language. I could easily have ejaculated after 2 minutes but I wanted to make this last. I wanted to see her in every position imaginable just to savour her beauty. I withdrew from her and as if she could read my mind she got up on all fours parting her long legs letting me enter her from behind. Once again the vocals started and once again I surveyed every perfect inch of her. Her black hair fell forward and I ran my hands and nails down her brown back. Her round brown buttocks shook as my hips banged off them. Whatever way she turned her foot I could see her red painted toes and that gave me the final push over the line and I ejaculated with intensity that also brought a satisfied moan from her. 

I collapsed onto the bed fighting for breath in the morning Thai heat as the fan whirred overhead. Fon rolled over and draped herself across me nuzzling her head under my chin. I held her close and breathed in her sweet scent. I watched every revolution of the fan contemplating what would happen next. This was wrong but it felt right. As I ran my hand up and down her silky back I felt her body rise and fall with her every deep breath. I did not want this moment to end. I looked at the clock on the wall and willed it to stop. 

"Do not leave me." Fon whispered kicking my brain into overdrive. I held her tighter feeling somewhat happier that these 4 words now made my decision considerably easier. 

That afternoon I was once again packing my bags. I hoped that the next time I put them down that it would be for a long time. My decision was made but I had one final job to do. There was somebody I had to see for what was more than likely the last time.



Blue Moon Rising



Life can be so rude. Snatch us from the known and familiar and without preface hurl us into a place that isn't any of those things. Like an unsuspecting pet shop mouse being plucked from the only home it's known, taken away to be pampered, spoiled, and treated like a King of Mice... or fed to a snake. 

I was that mouse.

I was growing bored with this town, the same faces, and the same conversations. Perhaps it was time to move on, to continue searching...for what, the meaning of my life? It remained out of my reach, beyond my field of vision and I sank into an inescapable funk. 

I had planned a two week vacation to England, to visit with family, catch up with friends, but my car died leaving me with a massive repair bill and two weeks of nothing but time. Could I mope around for that long? Hmm, I think I could. I was already off to a good start.

Moping or not, I could not stay in and listen to my roommate's chatter - I showered, dressed in my favorite shredded jeans and silk top and bunched my hair on my head with a clip. A little make up and... I couldn't be bothered. I flopped on my bed and watched the ceiling fan's wobbly rotations. 

My phone rang. I reached for it without breaking my stare. "Hello?"     

"Hey." A long draw and stunted cough " Whacha doin'?" It was my cute, stoner neighbor.

I'm actually staring at a fan, pitiful. "...I'm just heading out".

"Come by later?"

I wasn't interested. "Yeah, maybe...see ya later."

This just wouldn't do. I had to get out. I grabbed some music and headed for our 'Cheers' where everybody knows your name and every other little detail.

I was greeted at the door by our bouncer come cover charge collector. I never saw the need for either here.

"Hey" I gave him a little smile.

"Hey Katie" he popped the clip from the top of my head and dropped it into my hand. "Better."

"Thanks Mom." My dark hair fell heavily down my back and was swept up by the warm air pushing its way from the bar. 

The air swirled around me, sizzling with sensuality, caressed my arms and tickled the small of my back. Every cell in my body synchronized their vibrations with the one moving around me. I felt alive...really alive, as though the meaning of my life lay here. In a....bar. The overwhelming sensation left no room for disappointment.

I looked up and my eyes locked with a stranger's across the room. I couldn't look away and he held my stare. Eternity passed within a few moments.

I felt disoriented and flushed and quickly turned to the bar to hide my reaction and recover. 

Ken popped the top off my favorite beer and pushed it across the counter. "Hey," he threw a curious look over my shoulder, "what the fuck was that all about?"

I gave him my 'I dunno' shrug avoiding eye contact and raised the bottle "Thanks". I took a long swallow and was grateful for the sobering chill it brought to my throat and chest. 

I was picking at the beer label attempting to gather my composure when Aiden slipped his arm around my waist. He was a doctor on my floor and had a 'thing' for me but never let it get in the way of our friendship. 

"Bitch," he gave me an overly lingering hug.

"Whore," I kissed his cheek and loosened his grasp.

"Flying solo tonight?... Come on, my cousin wants to meet you." He spun me around on the bar stool.

Our eyes met again. He smiled. He was Aiden's cousin. My freshly gathered composure scattered beyond my reach. It wouldn't have mattered that Aiden was aiming me towards him, steering me with a possessive arm. I had to be near him, needed to be near him. We extended hands towards each other as Aiden introduced us. It seemed a ridiculously formal gesture, perhaps just an excuse for physical contact. 

The moment our hands touched I had a hundred flashes of him kissing me, touching me, licking me... Every cell in my body was singing like Vitas' il dolce suomo. I was losing my balance. I blinked hard. My hand was still in his, my face was on fire, my hair was sticking to the back of my neck. What the fuck indeed.

"I'm sorry... I must be coming down with something" a weak and breathless attempt at explaining my behavior. 

His brow crinkled over intensely green eyes, "You look feverish." He smiled and bent to speak against my ear as he turned me towards the door, "breathe." His voice was deep and mellow and sounded like home, like London. He held my arm as though I were about to collapse. Vitas was reaching his crescendo, I was shattering into a million shards of crystal. 

The girls that had encircled him glared as he abandoned their group. If looks could kill I would have suffered a long and painful death. 

"Why'd you have to bring her over here Aiden?"... "I'm a masochist". Their voices blended with the music as we stepped outside.

His hand rested lightly on my lower back as we walked into the parking lot. I was quite a bit shorter than he and he altered his stride to walk with me. 

His touch was distracting me, clouding my mind. What was I doing with this stranger? I stopped abruptly. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name"

He had the most delicious, disarming smile. "Ian. Feeling better?" 

I nodded, "I don't know what..."

"You just needed a bit of fresh air. Thank you for rescuing me from that lot", he looked back towards the bar "...they're all yours Aid."

"Aiden is in his element."

"Hmmm, I'd rather thought he was after you"

"Me?.. Um... I don't know... we're just friends." Was I trying to reassure him? Why?

"...and the bartender? He seemed to be a little more than chummy."

"Ken? My 'therapist'?"

"Do you always peel the labels off of your therapy?"

I nodded and laughed.

"So, why did you come out here with me?" his eyes twinkled in the moonlight.

"I... you kind of pushed me" I accused.

A smile tickled the corner of Ian's mouth, "You didn't want to get out of there?"

"I didn't say that". 

Ian smiled down at me and nodded. "I felt it too."

I had to look away from his gorgeous face, his piercing gaze. "Felt what too?" My mind flickered back to the flashes of our bodies locked together. I squirmed a little.

"That bizarre attraction."

"Bizarre?... Attraction?" What?

"No, not bizarre...unexpected. Honestly, when was the last time this happened to you?"

"Never... I've never...."

"That's what I mean...me too." Ian sounded genuinely surprised. 

"Well...it doesn't necessarily mean anything. ... Raging hormones? ... Or we had a few too many, or..."

"No...you only had one... and my hormones are always raging" 

"You are definitely Aiden's cousin." 

"Hmmph. Whatever it means...we should explore it." He spoke as if it were already decided.

"Explore our bizarre attraction to one another." I liked the idea but my head was swirling and more than capable of poor judgment. My voice of reason had been muted. "Over coffee...or perhaps a cup of tea?"

That smile again. He looked like the 'after' in a cosmetic dentistry ad, "where's your car?"

I lead the way to my Jeep and Ian held the door open as I slid in. When he shut his door the intimacy of being enclosed was overwhelming. His rich earthy scent, the sound of his breathing, I gripped the steering wheel to quiet my trembling hands. 

Ian took a slow, deep breath as though he were scrutinizing the air. He smiled and caught my stare. "Coffee. American tea is horrid".

"Coffee." I stretched my fingers and found that I had calmed enough to drive.

Ian was squinting at my CDs tilting them to capture the passing street lights. I wanted to reach over and touch his face but flicked the interior light on instead.

"Thank you." He slid his choice into the slot and turned off the light. I was acutely aware of his hand resting near my neck. I felt as though the tiny hairs near his hand were straining towards his touch.

The disc began to play. It was Emilie Simon's 'Desert' remix the track I listen to when I'm all alone and feeling horny. And like Pavlov's dogs...

Jesus, why did I bring that particular disc out tonight? My body started screaming for attention, my pulse was thrumming between my legs. I shifted in my seat and tried to focus on the road ahead. Ian was watching me. 

I swerved into Carms Coffee House a little too sharply causing Ian to brace himself. "Here we are," my voice was husky, I tried to clear my throat. "Coffee." I moved to jump out.

Ian held my arm before I could bolt, the heat in his touch made me shudder. I couldn't meet his stare.

He touched my forehead, "I think we should get you home... or to a Doctor"

I pushed his hand away. "Come on. Carms has the best Coffee," I didn't even drink coffee.

"No. You need some Paracetamol... and to lie down. ...perhaps I should drive?"

"I'm fine and I'm quite able to drive!" 

"Right...off we go then. Let's get you home." He was laughing at me.

"No... I'm not sure that's such a good idea. I don't know anything about you ...you might be a... a mass murderer or..." 

"I'm not a mass murderer... I'm Aiden's cousin," he reasoned, innocent by association?

"That isn't particularly reassuring."

I did my best to ignore his innocent puppy look and tried to tap into my sixth sense. Was there such a thing? I felt good about this guy. "I have a shotgun under my bed."

He laughed, "Of course you do."

Ugh, Libby was home. My roommate was a pretty blond, bounding with energy, loved to talk and was an infamous flirt.

Could I conjure up a look that would scare her back into her room? I didn't own any of those looks and they wouldn't have worked if I did.

I unlocked the front door and we stepped inside. Libby shot over like a heat seeking missile in scrubs.

"Libby, Ian. Ian, Libby." I said flatly.

Libby dimpled and fluttered and wiggled "Damn it!...I knew I should have come out with you!"

"I didn't invite you out with me. Besides you said you had to work tonight".

"Perhaps I should call in sick." she poked an acrylic nail at Ian's chest.

"No... you shouldn't. Aren't you already late?"

"Yeah, I'm just leaving. See you in the morning". Libby grabbed her keys and coffee "Be good!" she winked at Ian and dashed out the door.

She never failed to shock me. Ian didn't appear to take any notice of her antics.

We were alone. I fought the urge to move into Ian's arms and felt embarrassed by the surge of physical need . "Um....Coffee?... or would you like something else?... to drink," I added quickly. I clinked through some bottles "Tequila, Gin, a few different reds...or there's some Blue Moon in the fridge." 

"Blue Moon? I'll try that. Thanks." He still had the curious look on his face. "Where's your stereo?" he asked, holding up that disc. I hadn't noticed him whisk it out of the car.

No, no, no. "I have tons of other CDs...look" I maneuvered him towards the living room and stereo. 

"I want..." he easily held the disc out of my reach as I grabbed "...I want to see that look again. Your emotions...feelings are written all over your face."

Oh God. "How entertaining for you" I mumbled to the floor.

Ian tipped my face up with a finger to my chin "It's beautiful".

I shook my head and escaped for the beers. For a special touch and to stall I poured the beer into tall glasses from the freezer and added a slice of orange.

When I returned Ian was sat in the middle of the couch, arms spread across the back, legs apart and bent at the knee. A guy pose and he looked fucking gorgeous. His head was back and his eyes were closed. Nicely dressed, casual chic - buttoned shirt, perfectly fitting jeans... He'd placed his classy lace ups neatly under the coffee table. At some point during my studies he'd opened his eyes and was smiling at me. 

"Here you go." I handed him the frosty glass and moved to the end of my suddenly small couch.

"Thank you." he took a massive gulp and grimaced, "it's very...cold." He licked a little foam from his upper lip and rubbed his chest.

I smiled, "I could nuke it ... make you feel more at home."

"No, it's perfect... I'm really not very fond of warm beer", he chuckled

I sat sideways on the couch drawing my knees up under my chin. Another disc was playing softly in the background. "So, tell me about yourself."

He did. He spoke of his parents and home outside of London, his younger brothers and sisters - I got the impression that he had a large family. 

He continued on, "My Father is arranging for me to take over the...the family business. I never felt ready or...powerful enough. I don't know, maybe everything has changed...now."

"And you?" He stifled my question. "Tell me everything." 

I shared memories of growing up in California and moving to England. Time spent in London studying Nursing, my family's home in Gloucestershire. 

"Gloucestershire. That's a beautiful county -- the commons are quite vast...peaceful. There's a quaint castle overlooking the Wye. My brothers and I used to play there until it was converted into a prison." Ian smiled at the memories.

"St Briavel's Castle overlooks the River Wye, it's quite near my Parents' home. I think it was a prison up until eighteen-something. It's a youth hostel now.

"Hmmm, we're not speaking of the same place...obviously. Tell me, why did you move back to the States...to this town."

"I was ...restless. I felt as though I'd been searching for something. I chose this town by sticking a pin in a map -- literally."

Ian nodded, "fate."

We spoke for hours, through several glasses of beer and countless shuffled songs. We grew increasingly at ease and familiar.

Our conversation reached a lull, a silent moment as a disc whirled to the next random tract.

That song. I could immediately feel the heat rising through my body. I felt his eyes on me, watching me struggle. The music no longer held the same association. Now it was about him and it was a hundred times worse.

Ian touched my face urging me to look at him. I expected to see his smile but his face had changed, it had taken on a hungry, wild look. Not unlike my own I imagine. 

Ian leaned over me and touched his lips to mine, an unspoken question. I answered, opening to his tongue's exploration, my own following eagerly. My fingers traced the contours of his face, caught on the sharp, unshaven slope of his jaw and delighted at the silky coolness of his chocolate locks. Ian twisted his fingers taut in my hair pulling a moan from my throat as his tongue plunged deeper.

Ian leaned back and maneuvered my hips to straddle his. I folded my legs on either side of him and planted myself on his imprisoned cock. I shifted and he groaned, pulling me down firmly, anchoring me. Feeling him beneath me, so close to where I needed him to be caused any remaining shreds of restraint and modesty to flee and something raw and basic emerged. 

"Ian." I barely recognized my voice, it sounded desperate. I tugged at his shirt and he flew through his buttons. I pushed it from his shoulders and leaned into him. I kissed the hollow of his neck and tasted him with a swirl of my tongue. I continued along his collar bone and over the muscled ridge of his shoulder savoring the slightly salty flavor and fiery heat of his skin.

Ian shook his arms free of his shirt and held my head in his hands. He crushed my mouth against his and roughly plunged his tongue between my lips. I dug my fingers into his back, needing to get closer and moaned into his mouth. His hands flew to my hips as I pushed myself onto him. He slid his hands down the back of my jeans and dragged me forward.

Ian's cock bucked beneath me causing ice crystals to race up my spine and across my skin. My heart was pounding in my ears and against his hardness.

Ian pulled my shirt over my head and threw to the floor. He followed the flow of my hair and pushed it from my breasts, kissing along the curves, lifting them to his mouth. His thumbs grazed my nipples drawing a moan from my throat. He nibbled and tugged through the lace sending bolts of lightning through my core. I buried my face in his hair, he smelled like exotic herbs and mysterious forests. I wanted everything he could give me. I needed him to take everything I had.

I pulled away from him and looked into his dark eyes as I slid down from his lap. I unzipped his jeans as he pulled everything down and kicked his legs free. His cock sprang loose and slapped my cheek leaving a little splatter.

"Sorry," he wiped it away with his finger. I pulled his hand back to me and slowly licked his fingers. One tasted dark and spicy - I sucked it into my mouth. I wanted more. 

His legs were either side of me as I kneeled before him. He leaned back into the cushions and watched me. I sat back on my heels as I ran my fingers along his muscled calves and kissed the insides of his knees. I licked and kissed his thighs, his muscles flexed beneath my tongue. I was driven by his response and my hunger.

I reached his balls and ran the tip of my tongue lightly along their underside and continued up his shaft. Ian's long fingers dug into the soft cushions and a rumble rose from his chest. Some small part of me had been screaming warnings and was horrified by my behavior. But completely ignored, it grew silent.

I cupped his balls feeling their weight and steadied his cock in my other hand. Its velvet head was glistening. I ran the tip of my tongue along the slit, the taste was intoxicating. Ian growled as I popped his head into my mouth and swirled my tongue around its rim. I slowly slid down until I couldn't breathe, and swallowed. He pulsated against my lips and grew even larger. I held his shaft in both hands as I rose and followed my mouth to the top, my tongue exploring every detail. He was slick with saliva and as hard as granite. I moaned over his head as my tongue gathered another spicy sample. Ian's hands twisted in my hair as I licked.

"Stand..." His voice was deeper and strained. "...Stand up."

I reluctantly left my post and stood before him panting with desire.

He held my hips, a bruising grip and pushed his forehead into my belly. I ran my fingers through his hair and sensed his struggle.

Ian looked up into my confused eyes, "if we go any further, I won't be able to control myself...I won't be able to stop. You're not...ready for me".

I rocked my hips in his hands, "I feel pretty...ready." 

Ian breathed deep and growled "That's not what I mean".

"You don't want to...? You don't want me?" I was trying hard not to sound crushed.

"What?...No! Christ!" Ian pulled me to him, his breath was searing my neck. "It's taking everything I've got to not rip the rest of your clothes off with my teeth and bury myself in you, deep and hard, claim you as mine alone" Ian's teeth grazed my neck sharply, "I want you to scream my name as you come. I want you to give yourself to me...completely. And you're not ready."

I was about to argue when tires crunched along the drive. "Bugger! It's Libby." I scooped up his clothes and pushed him into my room. I threw my PJ t-shirt on went to warn Libby that Ian was still here.

"So you don't want me to strut around in my bra and thong?" Libby strutted in demonstration.

"No.... not really...ever."

Libby laughed then noticed that I was still in my jeans. "That's not good"

"Yeah, well. ... I'm going to bed. .... Good night Lib"

Libby pouted and gave me a hug patting my head. "It's okay honey, maybe you'll get lucky tonight."

I heard a chuckle from my room. 

I brushed my teeth and washed up a little. I was exhausted. I slipped into my sweat pants and found Ian sound asleep half covered with my duvet. He'd put his boxers on.

I slipped in beside him and was immediately enveloped by his heat. He rolled onto his side and slipped his arm across my tummy. "G'night Kate" he mumbled.