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A Change of Plans

By: Grey Eagle 286



I looked up and down the roads and saw no change from when I was last there. Every thing looked the same as it did when I left ten years before. Restaurant, two convenience stores, that was still the whole town. This little forgotten corner of Florida had been my whole world for most of my life. 

I got out of the cab and paid the driver and hobbled to the door of the store. I entered and looked around. Nothing had changed. I looked at the man behind the counter. He was staring at me. I walked over and looked in his eyes and said, "Hi! Timmy, how are ya?"

"Son of a bitch, Billy Thompson! You look like Hell, boy."

"Timmy, you look good! How are things going?"

"Same old, same old. Not much has changed here. You look different, been through the wringer, looks like."

"You have that right, Tim. Still have some patches to be put on yet. Have you seen Mom lately?"

"Yeah, she was in the other day. She doesn't get around as much since your dad passed away. Where is your stuff?"

"In Ocala, I got a Motel there." I can't drive yet so I need to be able to get cabs."

"Damn, Billy, all you had to do was call and I would have picked you up. You are a big Hero here. Our most famous son. Hell, our only famous son."

"Thanks, Tim, that won't buy you a cup of coffee anywhere else. I appreciate the offer though. I think I can make it to Mom's with out any trouble. I really need to practice walking more."

"There is no one to watch the store or I would run you over there."

"I can make it OK, Tim. Thanks for the thought."

I started down the road and after a few hundred yards I was glad it was a cool day. My bad leg was hurting like hell already. I was watching for somewhere I could sit and rest. I heard a vehicle coming up behind me. It squealed to a stop behind me. 

"Wait, Billy, Wait." I turned and was almost knocked off my feet by a small female form grabbing me and sobbing my name as she hugged me very tight.

I looked down into blue eyes I knew as well as my own. "Megan! Megan, is it really you?"

"OH! Billy, Billy, Tim called and said you were in town and I rushed over. Can I give you a ride?"

"Megan, I thought you had moved away from here and I heard you were married and had a child shortly after I left."

She looked up at me. "You don't know? I wrote you time after time and got no answers. I never heard a word back. They said you didn't care. I just gave up on you after a couple of years." 

"Megan, I wanted to die, I couldn't stand being away from you. You know I was arrested and convicted of statutory rape for making love to you while you were only seventeen. I was given a choice of going in the service or going to jail. I took the service because the judge made a part of the sentence that if I contacted you in any way the jail term would be enforced and doubled. I never heard another word about you from anyone until a few years ago. I ran into George Brumton and he told me you were married and had a kid and had moved away. Let me look at you. You are still the most beautiful girl I have ever seen." Tears ran down my cheeks. She was really lovely.

She looked up and I saw tears in her eyes too. She said, "That is all you heard?"

"Yes, that's it. I did try to call you several times but your Mom and Dad always answered the phone. Then the number was changed. I wrote you a letter and gave you my address, but I never got an answer."

"Billy, will you please do me a big favor?"

"Sure, Megan, anything in my power."

"Will you please kiss me."

"I would love that more than anything." I pulled her gently to me and softly pressed my lips to hers. I felt her lips part and mine followed suit. Her tongue brushed mine and it was as if a electric shock went through me. ZAP! I tingled from head to toe. Wow! She pushed me away and stared at me. I shook my head, "Holy Cow, what hit me?"

She grinned, "Me too!" 

She stepped back to me and put her arms around me. "Please kiss me again. I need to be sure."

I kissed her again and was astounded by the surge of passion that flowed from that kiss too!

"Billy, Thank you, now I know."

"You know what?"

"I know I still love you, and I am almost positive you feel the same way about me."

"Megan, you are absolutely right. I never want to let you out of my sight again, but I guess your husband wouldn't like that."

"I'm not married. That only lasted about a year. He was a real looser. How about you? You must have married, you are a handsome hunk. You look bigger and stronger."

"Never found anyone to interest me that much. I still dream about you. Made it real hard for anyone else to interest me."

"Oh, Billy, Billy, I have the same problem. I still love you with all my heart."

"No this isn't right, look at me, I am a wreck. You need a real man, not a cripple. I can't do that to you. It just wouldn't be fair to you."

"Billy, I love you. I would rather be with the man I love than with anyone else."

"Well, I guess so. I have to go see my mom. Then we have to sit down and have a long talk and figure out what we want to do."

"I'll go with you to see your mom. She has always been very sweet to me. I love her. She would often whisper to me that you were all right. She seemed to be afraid to say more." 

"I guess she was afraid they would send me to jail."

"Was there ever a trial or anything? I kept expecting there to be a trial. I was going to swear that it was my fault."

"Honey, in a case of statutory rape the person who is an adult is guilty no matter what the minor did. I couldn't see anyway I was going to drag you into court, I wouldn't stand for that. I told everyone I was guilty and that I forced you to have sex with me."

"No wonder Daddy hated you."

"Basically it was true. I was old enough to know better. I was the one who did wrong. And there was no way I was going to let you take any blame. I would have killed myself first. Thank God you weren't pregnant."

"You really don't know do you?"

"Know what?"

"I WAS pregnant. My child is your son."

"WHAT!"

"Yes, Dearest man, you are a daddy. His name is William Murphy Thompson. He is nine years old and is a very nice boy. I love him to death."

"Where is he? I can't believe this. I'm a father?"

"He will be coming home from school in about an hour." 

"Does he know about me?"

"Yes, he does. When you were in all the papers and on TV every day I had to tell him he had a father he could be very, very proud of. It really helped his self esteem. All the other boys bragged about their fathers and for years he had to just keep his mouth shut, now he has a father to brag about. He still gets a lot of grief because some of the boys don't believe him."

"I have a uniform with me in my stuff. I will put it on and walk into the school holding his hand if he will let me."

"Oh! Would you?"

"Of course. This place hasn't changed much, we have been standing in the road for half an hour and not a single car has come by. I love it."

"We have to go see your Mom for a while, but I desperately need a kiss before we go."

I reached eagerly for her and held her close to me. I pressed my open lips to hers and our tongues met and I just couldn't get enough of her. I don't know how long we kissed but I looked up and there was a line of cars behind hers and I turned and there were five cars behind me. We moved so they could get by. All the drivers waved and grinned at us.

I got in her little truck and she took me to see my mother. It had been a long time and she had aged a lot. She cried and then laughed when she saw Megan behind me. "It didn't take the two of you long to get back together did it?"

"No Mom it didn't. I still love her."

"Did she tell you about your son?"

"Yes, she did, how long have you known?"

"I guessed about four years ago. He looks exactly like you did as a boy. No one has ever told me. Everyone always thought he was Frank's son, but it didn't add up."

Mom went to get us some iced tea and we snuck in a kiss or two while she was gone. When she came back she handed me a picture. "Do you want to see what your son looks like." She handed me a picture of a nice looking boy with a big smile on his face.

Megan took the picture and looked at it closely, "Where did you get this, I have never seen it before."

"No you haven't Dear, it is a picture of Billy when he was nine. Do you see why I knew?"

"My God, they are exactly alike. I would never have known it wasn't Willie. Billy I have to go pick up Willie, he will be home soon. What shall I do? Go pick him up and tell him his father is home or what? Do you want to wait here? I can bring him here to meet you and his grandmother?"

"I don't really want to let you out of my sight, but it would give me a chance to visit with Mom and for you to tell your son his Daddy is here."

"Kiss me and I will go get him, I love you." 

"I don't know how I lived without you, please drive carefully and hurry back to me."

"I will Darling."

My mother and I had a nice visit, I missed my Dad and Mom did too. She admitted she was having problems keeping the place up. I told her I would help her as much as I could. I still had to go back to the Washington, D.C. area for more operations on my leg. I had plenty of money to get her help. I knew Megan would help me look after her.

We heard the truck pull in the drive. I stood and watched Megan get out and a boy got out the passenger side door. He hung back a little, I couldn't blame him, it had to be scary for him to meet a long lost father. It was sort of scary for me. I got my cane and walked out the door to meet them. I shook his hand and told Megan to go sit with my mother. I told him, "You and I have to have some man to man talk. Will you walk out back with me?"

He nodded and we went toward the old barn. "Have you been here before?"

"No, sir. Never." 

"Let's sit here on this old bench and get things straight between us. We are father and son. We don't know each other from Adam, do we?" He shook his head. "Let me tell you my side of how this came to be. I was only a little older than you are when I first met your Mom. She was the prettiest girl I had ever seen. She paid no attention to me at all. That went on for several years. She went with all the big hero football stars. I was afraid to even talk to her. I thought she was the most beautiful and most stuck up and conceited girl in the world." Willie grinned at me. "I just worshiped her from afar. She was way above me. Then one night at a dance she walked up to me and asked me to dance with her. I wasn't a good dancer but I gave it my best shot. She looked up at me with those blue eyes and asked me why I was so stuck up and wouldn't talk to her. I didn't know what to say, so I told her the truth. After that we started going steady. We went together for over a year. I started doing much better in my classes because I wanted her to be proud of me. I graduated first in my class. She was a year behind me. I won a scholarship to the university at Gainesville. By then I was so much in love with your mother I couldn't bear the thought of being away from her. We cried together for hours. One thing led to another and we made love. Do you know what I mean?" He nodded that he did. "Anyway her father caught us. There was Hell to pay. She was still a minor and I was an adult. To make along story short I was charged with rape. I was given a choice, never see your mother again, and go to prison for five years or never see your mother again and join the Marines. If I ever even contacted her I would go to jail for the ten years. What could I do? I didn't know about you until today. I am still in love with your mother. I want very much to be a part of your life from now on. We have missed a lot about being a father and son but I want us to try and learn all we can about each other. I promise I will never lie to you. I will always be there for you. I really and truly want to be a real father for you no matter what happens between your mother and I. I know that I will have to earn your trust just as you will have to earn mine. Are you willing to give it a try?"

"Yes, I would like that. Sir."

"Would you like to shake hands on that?"

"Oh! Yes I would."

We shook hands and I could not resist giving him a hug, he hugged me back. It gave me a real warm feeling.

Megan looked anxiously at us as we walked in the house. I looked at Willie and winked at him so she couldn't see it. I looked at Megan and said, "Dear lady, your son and I have decided to try living together as father and son. If you are a good girl we may let you hang out with us now and then."

"What?"

Willie started giggling and couldn't stop. Megan stared at us like we were crazy. Then Willie said, "I like my Daddy a lot. How about you, Mom.?" She smiled at me and I knew I could never leave her again. "Yes son, I like him a lot too!"

She walked to me and put her little hands on either side of my face and kissed me. She whispered, "Will you marry me?"

I looked at her. I looked at Willie. "Son, your Mother wants me to marry her, would that be all right with you?"

"We would be a real family then wouldn't we?"

"Yes we sure would, I would love that."

"Me too Daddy."

"Me too, guys, I love both of you."

Mom clapped her hands and said, "Oh! That would be wonderful. Can I hug and kiss my grandson now?"

Willie walkover to Mom and looked at her, "You have always been my Grandmother haven't you?"

"Yes Willie I have, But I wasn't sure about it."

"Momma knew, why didn't she tell you?"

"You have to ask her, I am sure she had a very good reason."

Megan looked at the two of them. "I will discuss that with you all later. I just want to savor the feeling I have now at seeing your father. I can think of nothing but him."

I had a chance to really look at Megan. She had always been beautiful but now she was a little more mature. Her bust was a bit larger. Her hair was still very long and gorgeous and framed a flawless face. Her smile lit the whole room. She was still tiny, about five feet even and she might top one hundred pounds.

"Oh! I have to call and get off work tonight. May I use your phone, please Mrs. Thompson?" Mom said yes, and pointed to the phone. Megan talked for a few minutes and rejoined us. 

"All taken care of," she grinned at me.

Damn! She was delightful when she smiled at me. It made me tingle just like when I was eighteen years old. I knew I would probably be putty in this girl's hands. I wanted to be anything wanted me to be. I kissed Mom good night and we dropped Willie off at Megan's aunt's house where he stayed when she worked nights. She drove me into town to get my stuff. I loved riding with her. I got to look at her all the way. I couldn't find a flaw anywhere.

Then we hit a snag. I asked her what kind of work she did. I saw a tear run down her cheek, it scared the hell out of me. She didn't say anything. Then she sighed, "I am a dancer. No, I dance as a stripper in a club on I-75."

"What?"

"Please listen before you jump to the wrong conclusion. I am NOT a whore. I don't let anyone touch me. I do lap dances but I do them with shorts on. I was never able to graduate from High School because I had Willie. One of the girls told me about her job and I looked into it. Where else can a dumb gal like me make a thousand dollars a week take home in four afternoons and one night? I do dance totally nude but I don't even think about it anymore. Please don't hate me. I don't do anything wrong. Girls show almost as much in the thong bikinis all over the beaches and pools."

"I am in no position to sit in judgment on you Megan. I can't say anything except that I would love to watch you work one time before you quit."

"You would?"

"Yes, but I warn you, I am a very jealous guy. I think I could handle it one time if I were there. I know I would go crazy sitting at home while you did that. I just couldn't handle it."

"If it bothers you I will quit. All the men in town who know what I do think I am a whore and offer me money for sex. I can't do that. I have never stolen from anyone, or hurt anyone, or sold my body to anyone. If you can't handle having people think you are marrying a hooker, we either have to move or forget it now." Tears ran down her cheeks. She pulled over to the side of the road and really wept. I couldn't stand that. I put my hand on her shoulder and patted it while I begged her to stop crying. She looked over at me and I handed her my clean handkerchief. I said, "Megan, I love you. Nothing can ever change that. If you want to keep dancing, I will still love you. I won't like it or understand it, but I will always love you."

She cried harder than ever.

"Please, please don't cry. I hate it when you cry. Please."

She sniffled and jerked a couple times and tried to smile at me. It was so pitiful I cried myself. 

"Billy, I love you with every fiber of my being. I never want to dance again except for you."

"Megan, I love you too! I am getting very tired and I need to lie down for a bit."

"Is your poor leg hurting you?"

"Yes, I am afraid I was on it too much today. I am worried I won't be able to make it to the room."

"I'll hurry, Dear. I can help you, I am stronger than I look. I get a lot of exercise dancing."

"That is the Motel ahead on the right. Turn in the first entry and stay right and go down the building on your left. Room 127."

"Here it is Dear, give me your key and I'll get the door open for you." She ran and opened the door then hurried back to me. 

I said , "Wait, I have a wheel chair in the room. Get that for me please."

She was back in a moment and put the chair next to the truck door for me. I told her I would use the truck door to help me get out and she could put the chair under me when I was ready. It worked really well. My arms were still strong and as long as I had something to grip I could sling the lower part around pretty well. She stood back as I wheeled the chair over the threshold and into the room.

"Please forgive the mess. I was anxious to get home and all I did was change clothes."

She kneeled in front of me and took my hands. "I think you should lie on the bed and rest until you feel better. What can I do to help you?"

"I can do it by myself. Watch, if I can get hold of the head board and get my best leg on the floor I can get in the bed pretty easily. See, I'm on the bed. Nothing got broken! I kicked my shoes off and undid my pants and belt. Megan helped me slide out of them and hung them over a chair. She pushed me on my back and unbuttoned my shirt. She rubbed her hands over my chest and kissed my nipples. Damn it felt good. I sat up and she pulled my shirt off my arms and body. Soon I lay on the bed wearing nothing but my boxers Megan looked down and saw the bulge in my under shorts and grinned at me. She pulled her blouse over her head and unbuttoned her jeans, and slid them down her butt, wiggling to get them over her hips. She stood before me in her panties and bra, looking into my eyes. She turned around and reached back and unhooked her bra and then hooked her thumbs in the waist of her panties and pulled them down. She turned back around and I saw her in her full glory for the first time. She was just perfect. She smiled at me and crawled on the bed and asked me to raise up while she pulled my drawers off. She threw them on a chair and kneeled and looked at my erection. She looked up and grinned at me. "He is just as beautiful as I remembered." She slipped up beside me and kissed me deeply on my lips. She loved my whole face, kissing and caressing it. She pulled the covers up over us and said, "Let's rest or nap a while and I'll make love to you when you are ready. OK?"

I held her warm body close to mine. She snuggled up close to me and purred contentedly. I wanted to tell her I was ready right then but I loved the way she felt next to me. I was pretty damned content too! I moved just a hair and was able to put my lips against her forehead. I kissed her and left my lips touching her head and fell asleep.


A Change of Plans



Once a month we met at the bank after hours, counting money and reconciling it to different accounts before Rachael laundered it for me. 

But a month ago we weren't lovers, like we had quickly become over the last few weeks despite any rules we had tried to set to this torrid thing growing between us.

I was running late and we had a huge pile of cash to move, and as I came through her office door I noticed she was dressed in a black cocktail dress, and not her usual power suit, her long blonde hair pulled up out of her gorgeous face, and she was standing at the front of her desk with her arms folded across her chest and a very aggravated look on her face, she was talking on her Blue tooth, to the district attorney I would quickly realize.

I had no guilt about what we were doing, and certainly no sympathy for the district attorney, he spent too much time chasing me, looking for the big arrest and prosecution that he was oblivious to most things especially my relationship with his fiancée. 

I waited patiently for her to finish the call, pulling off my leather jacket and setting the bag I was carrying down. I stretched languidly and gasped as her hands slid up my ribcage and over my breasts, stepping into me from behind she began kissing and nibbling at the back of my neck as she spoke to him.

' I'll be leaving here shortly and we will be on time. don't worry." she said, her tone impatient.

I cold hear the D.A. questioning her, but didn't care, the feeling of her fingertips teasing my rock hard nipples though the thin cotton of my tee was quickly drowning out any of my other senses.

"Fine, I'll be there!" Rachael snapped and pulled off the headset sending it quickly flying to her desk a few feet away.

"I take it we wont be counting the money tonight?" I mumbled as I ground back against her, loving the feel of her body behind me.

"No." she said flatly.

Her hands moved with more purpose as she teased my breasts and began to lick and suck at the side of my neck. 

She was quickly turning me into a throbbing mess.

"You should have called me, it would have saved me the ride over here." I teased her weakly.

"What and miss a prime opportunity to have you ...I doubt it." 

One of Rachael's hands went into my hair tangling in it as she pulled my head back exposing my neck to her full lips. The other slipped easily into the leather pants I was wearing, the tiny thong I wore no barrier against what she wanted. Slowly those familiar fingers began sliding back and forth, making me grind harder against her, wanting more form her, needing more from her.

She was becoming so good at making me a addicted to her touch. 

Rachael pushed me toward the door and up against it, that delicious body of hers forming again against mine. With my forehead against the door I pushed against her hand, moaning as her fingers continued to tease me, with slow strokes up and down. 

"Spread your legs for me." she growled in my ear.

I immediately did as told, and cried out as she slipped two fingers deep into me and began to pump slowly in and out. She tangled her fingers in my hair again and pulled me back against her, her warm breath against my ear as she spoke.

"All day I've wanted this Jordan ...to have you ...like this." she thrust deeper, the feel of her palm grinding against my throbbing clit was mind-blowing.

I began moving harder against her, with my head thrown back on her shoulder and my eyes closed lost in the feeling building in me.

"Please don't stop!" I managed between gasps for air, my body began to shake.

"Oh fuck yes ....just like that!" I moaned pushing back into her as I came, violently shaking as she continued to pump into me, pulling my orgasm from me with each thrust.

I had to brace myself against the wall my hands holding me as my legs shook, as Rachel continued to tease at my clit as I shuddered breathlessly.

"Mmmmm...that was worth the wait." she said softly, pulling her hand free and turning me around.

Those full lips captured mine in a heated, deep kiss.

The kiss only making me want more from her.

Pulling back slowly from me she grinned.

"As much as I would like you to return the favor, I have to go I'm already late." she grumbled. "come on I'll walk out with you." 

"Later?" I managed to ask, still trying to control my breathing and fix my clothes.

"of course you owe me." she answered confidently, giving me that sexy grin of hers as she grabbed her coat and headed out the door. 



A Change of Plans?



[This story was written for a dear friend with a huge heart and tits to match. It is posted with her permission and deals with her favorite pastime, breast play. If you are into this too, please read on. If you are looking for something with more plot and story line, this one probably isn't for you. CT] 

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Leilah's cup of coffee sat on the small table before her next to an opened book. She had already read the page three times and had given up on it. Her mind was just not into the romantic novel. The small coffeehouse was nearly empty this early in the morning and she usually enjoyed being the only customer.

Today; however, Leilah's mood was black. She had been planning this day all month. Her husband was out of town and her son away for the weekend with friends. She had been coming here regularly and had caught the eye of a dark haired waiter. They had talked a lot and joked around about having sex on several occasions and lately their conversations had become so thick with innuendo and double entendre that she had decided to do something about it. She had planned on meeting him here today and when he made his usual joking pickup line, she was going to take him up on it. One could never be positive, but she suspected he would be more than happy to take her to the hotel down the street and spend the day fucking her brains out. She had been fantasizing about it for the last two weeks and she was so horny she didn't know what to do.

Leilah was happily married, but she had a great love of sex and her poor husband could not satisfy it. She was very discreet, but enjoyed sex with younger men and the odd fling with the right woman. She was older now, but still attractive, and her large tits never failed to catch the interest of men and women alike. Today she wore a black scoop neck sweater with rhinestones. It was tight across her bust and cut low enough that an observer could just see the top of her pink push up bra. She had made an early appointment at the salon and her hair was freshly colored and styled. She had taken extra care with her make up and chosen her fashionable black jeans. And all for nothing, she thought bitterly.

It turned out that Rob, her planned companion for the day, had taken the weekend off to go to some concert at Jones Beach. She had toyed with the idea of driving up, but she didn't have a ticket, was unlikely to find him in such a crowd, and even if she did she wouldn't have time to seduce him and get back home in time for her husband's traditional late call, not to mention she hadn't driven anywhere in quite a while.

She took a sip of her coffee to find it had gotten cold and tasted awful. That's the last straw, she thought. She slammed her book closed, tossed a dollar on the table and started to rise when she saw a woman walking into the café part of the shop. The woman's auburn hair was thick and long, and she wore it over her left shoulder, held by a black bow. Leilah really liked a woman with a full head of hair and she eased back into her seat. It was a long shot, but maybe today wouldn't be wasted after all. She had nothing else to do, so she decided to take a few minutes and see what would happen, if anything.

She watched the woman get a cup of coffee and take a seat at a small corner table. The redhead was dressed in a jade green business dress and was out of place among the Beatniks and Goths who usually frequented the place. Leilah racked her brain, but the closest place this woman could have come from was an office building that was several blocks away. She glanced at her watch, wondering if maybe she had lost track of time, but it was still too early for lunch. The woman's face was pretty and she had nice legs and a good figure. Her chest was large for her size, which Leilah found exciting. 

Leilah was still staring at her when the woman looked up. Their eyes met and held for a long time, before the redhead smiled shyly and blushed. She quickly looked back down at her book, but Leilah kept her eyes on the woman and was rewarded furtive glances the attractive woman threw her way. 

Very interesting, she thought, but how to proceed from here? Leilah enjoyed both being seduced and pursuing someone. In this case she realized she would have to make the moves. First, because she didn't have time to get to know the woman and let her make the first move. Second, because the shy smile and quiet demeanor led her to believe that this woman never would make the first move on anyone. That brings me back to what to do now, she thought.

Leilah put her own book in her bag and sauntered towards the bookstore part of the shop. Her route carried her close to the woman's table. The woman glanced up as she approached and Leilah felt a thrill when she realized the redhead's eyes were glued to her breasts. She changed her course and moved to the side of the table opposite the woman. Leilah leaned on the table; purposefully keeping her arms below her ample breasts, she knew at this angle the girl would have a magnificent view of her cleavage. Leilah had planned to make some comment on the book the woman was reading, but the way the girl's green eyes were drinking in her breasts gave her a better idea.

"Hi, my name's Leilah,"

"Umm... Hello, Rachel, nice to meet you" she said in a quiet voice. She tried to return her eyes to her book, but they just kept rising to Leilah's chest.

"I haven't seen you here before,"

"No, I am not from around here. My car broke down on the parkway and I had to get it towed, the attendant at the garage said I could relax here while he worked on it,"

"So you are stuck here all day?" 

"I'm afraid so," she said with a pretty smile.

"So you just going to read and drink coffee all day?"

"I don't see that I have much choice. There isn't anything else to do around here, according to the mechanic"

"I have a suggestion," Leilah said lowering her voice.

"Yes?" she replied. 

Leilah dipped her thumbs into the sweater's neck line and pulled it down to reveal most of the huge expanse of delicate pink satin of her bra cups. The woman's eyes got as big as saucers and she licked her lips nervously.

"We can go get a room at the Holiday Inn down the street and you can spend the day sucking on these instead," Leilah whispered seductively. 

The woman glanced nervously about and Leilah was afraid she might have overplayed her hand. She watched as the woman blushed furiously and then nodded. The redhead closed her book and rose to follow Leilah out of the shop and down the street. Leilah was surprised at her own boldness, but happy with the outcome. Rachel had full and apparently soft lips and imagining them on her breasts sent a shiver through the married woman. 

Leilah was mostly straight; her bisexual leanings were predominantly centered on her love of breast play. Leilah had large, sensitive breasts and she adored having them worshiped. She had discovered that women seemed to give them more of the attention she loved quite by accident, but since then she went after women when she really wanted to have hers adored. The way this girl had stared at them left her feeling like she was in for a real treat today and she quickened her pace.

She led the way down the street one eye on traffic and the other on her companion's tits. Leilah not only loved having her breasts played with, but she loved to play with another woman's as well. Rachel's swayed under the jacket she wore and seemed to be full and heavy. Leilah was pretty sure they were large, but with all today's contrivances you couldn't tell sometimes. Rachel seemed nervous and unsure of what she was doing and Leilah was glad there was a lounge in the hotel, a drink or two might be just the thing to loosen her up.

Leilah was very hot, but she was still very cautious and discreet. She explained to the man behind the counter that she and her friend had broken down, they wanted a room with two beds so they could sleep while the car was being repaired, and they did not wish to be disturbed unless the garage called. He was sympathetic and gave them a room on the back of the building where it was quiet. He accepted cash without the slightest hesitation and gave them both an electronic key card for room 105. 

Leilah led the way into the small and darkened lounge. She selected a booth in back where they were totally out of the bartender's sight. There were only three other people in the lounge at this hour. One man looked to be a business traveler and was nearly asleep at his table. The other two looked like locals, they were drinking beer and playing powerball. Both of them watched her and Rachel until they were seated and then returned their attention to the game, only occasionally glancing towards the booth and the two women.

"Do you drink?" Leilah asked.

"Sometimes,"

"What would you like?"

"Long Island Iced tea, please,"

Leilah got them both drinks and returned to the booth. The more she was around this small woman the more she wanted her. Leilah realized the girl wasn't really that much smaller than she was, perhaps less than an inch shorter, but she carried herself in such a way that she seemed tiny. Leilah made small talk and let Rachel sip her drink and relax. It wasn't long before the woman's blue eyes returned to Leilah's bust.

The adoring, almost reverent expression on her face, sent Leilah's blood racing. She moved closer to the petite woman, until their hips were touching, the whole while acting as if she were trying to get a better view of the television over the bar.

"That's better."

"Can you see now?" Rachel asked. Leilah turned slightly and the outside of her breast pressed against the outside of Rachel's. The girl's eyes shot instantly to Leilah's neckline. 

"I was making sure you could," Leilah said and smirked when the girl's face went crimson. Even when blushing Rachel could not seem to tear her eyes away from Leilah's chest.

"You like these don't you?" Leilah said as she moved her upper body causing her heavy breasts to sway.

Rachel could only nod and take a large gulp of her drink. She looked as if she was aching to just touch them and Leilah glanced around the room. The businessman had left, and the two locals were now watching sports center.

"Want to go someplace more private?"

"Yes, I would."

Leilah nodded, tossed a tip on the table and led the way around to the back of the hotel and room 105. The hotel room was furnished in typical style. Two large beds with ugly green comforters, two nightstands, two dressers, beige walls and green carpet made it seem very ordinary, but Leilah was too excited to admire the decor. Her entire attention was focused on the redhead who was standing in front of her. Rachel had her back to Leilah and was surveying the room. Leilah moved closer and wrapped her arms around the woman's waist, pulling her close she gently nuzzled the soft skin of her neck. 

Rachel started at her touch, but moaned softly and relaxed in her arms. Her skin was soft and she smelled faintly of strawberries. Leilah continued to nuzzle her neck and brush her lips over the sensitive skin while her hands slowly slid under the jacket. Leilah was pleasantly surprised to find that the blouse underneath was silk, her fingers moved ever upward until they encountered the domes of the girl's breasts. Leilah could feel the material of her bra under the blouse, it was heavy, but judging by the way the blouse slid over it, it was satin. She gently nibbled on the redhead's shoulder where it joined her neck while spreading her fingers to cup her breasts. The jacket restricted her movements somewhat, but she easily found the rapidly hardening nipples with her palms.

"Why don't we get you a little more comfortable?" she whispered in the girl's ear. Rachel nodded but made no effort at all to undress so Leilah reluctantly released her breasts and slipped her hands out from under the jacket. The three black buttons gave easily and as she pulled the jacket back Rachel let her arms reach back so it would slide off easily. The redhead's blouse was a cream color, Leilah noticed as she tossed the jacket onto the nearest bed and transparent enough to see the straps of her bra through. Rachel turned to face her before the married woman could get her arms back around her. 

Leilah stood and watched, wanting to know what the smaller woman would do. Rachel's nipples were hard, making small tents in the creamy fabric of her blouse. The brief contact had caused Leilah's own nipples to harden and she noticed that there were similar tents in the fabric of her sweater. The redhead stepped hesitantly forward, her eyes glued to Leilah's chest. She started to reach out, but her hands hesitated and then withdrew.

"It's all right baby, go ahead," Leilah coaxed. The girl's hand moved out again, and her fingertips brushed Leilah's sides. The contact was so soft the married woman could barely feel it, but in the state she was in it still felt wonderful. 

"Mmmmmmmm, that's nice."

That little bit seemed to put the girl over the top, her fingers became bolder, stroking up Leilah's sides and then brushing the outsides of her large breasts. Leilah felt herself shiver, the woman's touch was incredibly gentle. Leilah reached out and gently stroked Rachel's arms. Leilah delighted in the silken texture and found the contrast between her olive fingertips and the girls pale arms highly erotic. She moved closer and the girl's arms slipped around her waist, while her own moved up to Rachel's shoulders. They were standing close now and their breasts were so close a deep breath on either of their parts would have brought contact. Leilah traced her fingertips along the girl's shoulders and then behind her neck where she applied a gentle pressure. 


Rachel moved against her then, pressing her breasts into Leilah's and causing a wonderful sensation to shoot through her. She could feel the shorter woman's hard nipples pressing against the undersides of her own breasts and wished there was not so much cloth between them. Rachel looked up expectantly and Leilah dipped her head to bring their lips together. Rachel's lips were as soft as they looked and parted when Leilah thrust her tongue out. Her mouth was warm and wet and tasted of coke-a-cola. Leilah probed and explored with her tongue, while the smaller woman's tongue slipped back and forth over her own.

Leilah let her hands slide down to the girl's ass and gently squeezed the soft globes of flesh. Her fingers explored a bit and then she moved along the waist of the jade skirt. When she felt the cool metal of the zipper she eased it down. Rachel's hands were busy as well, stroking Leilah's back and shoulders. The skirt slid down, caught for a moment on her garters and then fell to the floor around her feet. Leilah's hands returned to the girl's ass, with the skirt out of the way she could feel the heat radiating through the soft, silky material of her companion's panties. Leilah also felt the lace of Rachel's garterbelt on her wrists, she longed to take a look, but wasn't about to break the sensuous kiss.

Leilah took a step forward, the motion broke the contact of their lips, but Rachel moved her head forward and captured Leilah's lower lip gently between her teeth. A stab of white-hot pleasure shot through Leilah's system when she felt the girl's tongue swirl over the captured lip. Leilah forced her own tongue against Rachel's lips and the kiss was reestablished when the redhead released Leilah's lip and sucked the larger woman's tongue back into her mouth. Leilah took another tiny step, but this time the girl seemed to know what she wanted and allowed herself to be maneuvered to the edge of the bed. Their tongues continued to swirl around one another producing warm feelings in Leilah's belly. The girl's calves were pressed back against the bed now, but she seemed oblivious of it and continued to suck and lick at Leilah's tongue.

Leilah gave Rachel a gentle push and she sat heavily on the bed. The married woman smiled and stepped back so she could get a good look at Rachel. The smaller woman's legs were indeed beautiful, encased in sheer black stockings with lace at the tops. Her garterbelt was green satin, trimmed in a fine black lace and green French cut panties covered her mound. These were damp and clung to the woman's vulva making it seem very prominent. 

Leilah caught the hem of her sweater and tugged it over her head, tossing it in the general direction of the other bed where she had thrown Rachel's jacket. The redhead's breath caught in her throat with an audible gasp when Leilah's large breasts, covered only by the pink satin bra were revealed. The married woman smiled, moved to the edge of the bed and placed a knee on one side of the smaller woman. When Leilah leaned forward to put her other knee on the bed, Rachel fell onto her back, allowing Leilah to straddle her hips. 

Leilah's hands ended up on the bed, one above each of Rachel's shoulders. She had a perfect view of her companions face and the absolutely rapt expression on it. Rachel's hands tentatively moved to Leilah's breasts, gently tracing along the outsides of them with just her fingertips. The contact was electric, gentle but sensuous and it fueled Leilah's lust. She wanted to rip off her bra and feel those small hands on her bare skin, but refrained. Leilah had the feeling this could be an encounter she would long remember, if she could just be patient. Rachel's gentle touch and obvious love of her tits could mean a lot of pleasure, if she didn't let her hormones run away with her and ruin the mood.

Leilah's affairs were usually spontaneous things and she always felt the underlying urgency in them to do the deed, escape and avoid being caught. This time she had planned it carefully and although this was not the person she had hoped to be with, she did have the whole day. Something told her that she would be glad of it, for the smaller woman seemed to be the type who would take a lot of time.

Rachel's hands slid under her breasts and gently hefted them, apparently reveling in their size and weight. When she gently squeezed them with both hands Leilah gasped in delight. Those small gentle hands began to knead her breasts through her bra and Leilah felt herself begin to get wet. She removed one hand from the bed and caught the hem of Rachel's blouse, she tugged it up until it was bunched around the smaller woman's neck. Rachel's hands and eyes never left her breasts, and Leilah had trouble taking hers off the girls face. She had a faraway expression that was wistful and at the same time captivating. 

When she finally did manage to take her eyes of the girl's face she wasn't sorry. Rachel's breasts were full and round, sculpted into twin domes by the jade green satin of her bra. Her skin was milky white and the green set it off beautifully with her auburn hair and blue eyes. Leilah wanted to reach down and touch them, but the smaller woman's hands were in the way so she closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensation instead.

The redhead's hands continued to gently squeeze the tender flesh of her tits. At first she would work deeply into them and then just lightly squeeze. Her hands slipped slowly around the outsides, to the tops of Leilah's breasts and when the older woman felt the warm, bare flesh of her younger lover she shivered. Rachel's hands slid slowly down the slopes of her tits, until the heels of her hands raked across Leilah's sensitive nipples. The hard buttons felt as if they jumped and Leilah gasped. Rachel settled her palms over Leilah's aching nipples, making tiny pockets in each palm and when she squeezed this time it felt to Leilah like her nipples were being pulled from all sides at once. The younger woman continued to gently squeeze and Leilah thought she might come right there, it felt almost as if tiny, satiny mouths were sucking her nipples.




A Change of Plans?



Leilah lifted one hand from the bed and guided it between their bodies, until she could cup her pussy through her jeans. She rubbed herself through her jeans, while Rachel continued to massage her breasts. The girl's hands were still moving slowly and sensuously, the caresses loving, but not urgent. In contrast, Leilah's hand worked fast and hard, almost demanding that she move this along despite her intentions. Leilah was caught in a whirlwind of competing needs and desires. The long month of anticipation had driven her to the edge and she wanted release, but the girl's soft hands, gentle touch and loving demeanor made her want to take her time. Leilah felt the tightening in her belly, the tensing of the muscles in her thighs and ass. She knew she had to stop this instant or she was going to explode.

The girl seemed to sense her need and her indecision, and solved the dilemma for the older woman. She craned her neck up and removed her hand from Leilah's left breast. Before Leilah could comprehend what she was doing the redhead's lips captured her aching nipple and her tongue lashed it through her bra. It was not so much the change in sensation as it was the visual stimulation that sent Leilah into her orgasm. The girl's soft face, pursed lips and the hollowing of her cheeks as she sucked were incredibly erotic and it was too much. Leilah sighed through her orgasm, reveling in each delightful contraction in her belly and its accompanying wave of pleasure. 

Leilah felt her knees get weak and her arms give out, she collapsed on the smaller woman. The girl made no protest, nor did she even attempt to move. Throughout Leilah's orgasm and through the aftershocks she continued to suckle one of Leilah's tits and massage the other. Leilah was still enjoying the after effects of her orgasm, when she became aware of the sensations as separate entities again. Her right nipple was stiff and aching, sending jagged little shocks of pleasure into her system as the girl continued to knead it. Her left nipple was sending shocks as well, but of a different nature. 

By now the satin of her bra was very wet, and the girl's tongue was sliding back and forth over the slick material. Her nipple was directly under that tongue and it felt exquisite, so pleasurable it was almost painful.

"Mmmmmm, switch beautiful, this one is feeling neglected," Leilah purred as she raised her self on her elbows.

The girl did not hesitate, but moved her head to Leilah's right breast and her hand to the nipple she had just abandoned. While her finger lightly circled the hard nipple in its damp prison of satin, her mouth and tongue began to work on the other. Leilah twisted her hand to place it on the crotch of Rachel's panties. She was amazed to find them soaking and sticky. Rachel groaned around the nipple in her mouth.

Leilah was a little shocked to find her so wet. It took a few moments for her to realize the little vixen was getting off on just playing with her breasts. Leilah forced the two middle fingers of her hand into the wet furrow and began to stroke. The girl gasped, but did not let Leilah's nipple escape her mouth.

"You like my tits don't you?"

The girl nodded slightly, but made no sound. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be in some kind of trance.

Leilah forced herself up on her knees, drawing her tits from the girl's mouth and hand. She quickly unfastened the bra and let her large breasts spill out of it. The redhead's eyes got big, and an expression of ecstasy was evident on her face. Leilah crawled off the girl's hips and helped her to a sitting position.

"Lets get you out of yours," Leilah whispered as she kissed the girls shoulder. Her hands moved to the closure at the back of the green bra and quickly opened it. Leilah slipped her fingers under the straps and gently lifted them off Rachel's shoulders. The bra slipped down her arms and ended up on the floor next to Leilah's own.

Rachel started to turn around but Leilah stopped her by curling her hands over Rachel's shoulders and gently pulling her back down onto her back. Leilah then scooted back on the bed and fell forward onto her elbows. This brought her face to the girl's gorgeous breasts, and left her own hanging down. She could feel the soft skin of Rachel's cheeks on the insides of her breasts and thrilled to it.

Rachel's breasts were large and full, not as large as Leilah's but easily a C-cup. The skin was pale and the nipples were a soft pink hue. Leilah could see the tiny network of veins beneath the soft pale skin, and also the tiny bumps on the half dollar sized aureoles. The nipples were not overly large, but were now very hard and stood out from the surrounding aureole. Leilah exhaled on one and the smaller woman twitched beneath her.

Rachel turned her head from side to side, nuzzling against the soft skin. When she began to gently tongue and lick, Leilah thought she would scream. Leilah had been with many lovers, she had had a lot of hands and mouths on her breasts, but she had never been with anyone who seemed so enthralled by them as this girl. Her treatment of them had been gentle to the point of being maddening. Leilah brought her hands to the girl's breasts and firmly kneaded them while she licked the aureole of one. 

Rachel shivered and a soft moan escaped her lips. Leilah realized the girl would be content to just have her breasts on her cheeks, so she moved her body, bringing a nipple to the girl's mouth. She felt the girl's lips close around it, creating a soft seal and then gentle suction that pulled her nipple even farther away from her tit. The girls tongue rolled around the sensitive flesh and she began to pull at it, like a child suckling. Leilah groaned and sucked the girl's nipple into her own hungry mouth. She took the girls nipple between her teeth and held it steady as her tongue lashed back and forth over it.

For a timeless period they stayed like that, Leilah working the smaller woman's tits hard, while Rachel gently stroked hers and suckled her nipple. Leilah felt herself getting hot again, she loved having this kind of prolonged attention paid to her tits, but now her pussy was demanding some attention. She stopped sucking and just kneaded the girl's breasts while she considered what to do next. The girl's soft lips and warm tongue felt exquisite and now she longed for them to be on her dripping sex. The question was how to accomplish that? The girl seemed to be content to spend the whole afternoon with just her breasts. Leilah had always dreamed of someone doing that, but she found that she wanted more now. She wanted the girl's face between her thighs.

Leilah was pondering how to do this when she remembered something she had once read in an erotic story. At the time it had seemed very hot to her, but she was not sure if the girl would go for it. Only one way to find out, she thought.

Leilah released the girl's breasts and put her head down on them. She moved her hands to her fly and gingerly let her weight rest on the girl, this had the effect of forcing more of her tit into the girls willing mouth. Satisfied that she wasn't hurting the redhead Leilah undid her jeans. When they were undone she used her hands to lever herself back up, pulling her nipple from the girl's mouth with an audible popping sound.

Leilah piled the pillows up on the headboard and lay back while the girl sat up and watched. Leilah put her feet flat on the bed and lifted her ass so she could roll her jeans and panties off. The girl's eyes were sparkling as she watched. Once they were past her ass Leilah lifted her feet and the girl caught her jeans and panties and pulled them off. Leilah settled herself and splayed her thighs, exposing her pussy to the girl's view. 

The girl was staring and Leilah knew what she was seeing. Her pubic hair was a very dark color, but sparse and her outer lips were full and wet. She knew that by now they were gaping open and that they were a dark pink, almost purple color. She could feel how wet she was and was sure it was evident to the girl's eye.

Leilah spread her arms invitingly and the girl crawled between her thighs and hugged her. Their lips met again in a deep kiss with tongues doing battle. The girl was obviously very aroused and she forced her tongue into Leilah's mouth and explored every nook and cranny. Leilah was content to caress the girls back and ass and let her take the lead for a bit. Rachel's mouth eventually left her own and kissed up her jaw line, towards her ear. She licked Leilah's ear lobe and then moved slowly back down, stopping here and there to lick and suck. Her lips left a wet trail from Leilah's ear, down the line of her jaw and across her throat. Rachel stopped and kissed her collarbone before continuing down.

Leilah could see where she was heading and decided to give her idea a try; she released the girl's ass and brought her hand to her smoldering pussy. Leilah dipped her fingers inside of her entrance, getting them slick with her juices and then brought her hand to her breast. She rubbed her fingers around her nipple, leaving it glistening with the viscous fluids from her cunt. The girl was staring at her tit now, seemingly unable to decide what to do. Leilah caught a handful of her hair and firmly guided the girl's head to her nipple.

Rachel hesitated for a moment and Leilah was afraid it wasn't going to work, but then she opened her mouth and ran her tongue lightly around Leilah's aureole. Leilah was holding her breath, but sighed contentedly when the girl sucked her wet nipple into her mouth. Her tongue worked around the nipple, until it was totally free of Leilah's juices. Leilah allowed her to suckle for a bit before she dipped her hand back into her love tunnel and coated her left nipple. 

Rachel seemed to need no prompting and attacked her nipple, lapping greedily at it until it was clean and then gently sucking it into her mouth. This continued for a long time and was as hot as Leilah had hoped it would be. She would let the girl suckle until her nipple was aching and then coat her other nipple. The girl would immediately switch her attention to the one with Leilah's pussy juice on it. The best part for the older woman was that when any possible trace of her nectar was gone the girl still suckled and licked, it was almost as if she were trying to get milk. Leilah had read too many stories about pregnant women being suckled for that idea not to pop into her head and she felt her pussy contract and twitch. She almost wished she were lactating, just to see the little redhead drink her fill. 

She dipped her fingers into herself longer each time and began to flick her clit as well while her hand was there. The girl was apparently hungry for her juices and when she brought her hand upwards for the tenth or eleventh time the girl caught it before she could rub it into her nipple. Rachel looked directly into Leilah's eye and then guided the wet fingers to her mouth. Leilah felt like she would come when the girl sucked them in and began to lick them clean. When she finished she pushed Leilah's hand back towards her crotch.

"It looks like you have found something you like," Leilah said, resisting the girl's hand.

"Yes, it tastes wonderful."

"Well, there is plenty there for you."

The girl smiled and kissed the back of Leilah's hand, then down her arm and across her shoulder. She licked the hollow at the nape of her neck, before continuing downward to plant a kiss on each nipple. From there she moved down to lick at Leilah's navel, which caused her to giggle. She was very ticklish.

Her giggle turned into a moan when the girls tongue reached the top of her mound and licked through her pubic hair. Leilah spread her legs wide and tried to relax. She was so worked up from the attention to her tits, and she did not want to come at the first contact of the girl's mouth. Still, she was hyped and knew it wouldn't take much to send her over the edge.

The girl's fingers were massaging the outsides of her mound, just teasing her lips and her tongue slipped through Leilah's sparse pubes to rest just above the top of her slit. She started licking then, delicate, gentle swipes of her tongue moving to one side and then the other. Leilah felt her back arch involuntarily, trying to bring her swollen pussy into contact with the wonderful tongue, but Rachel would not allow it. She pressed Leilah's hips back down and then began to gently tongue her outer lips, working slowly downward, but not slipping between them to caress the inner folds. Leilah groaned in frustration, it felt so good, and she was so close, but it wasn't enough to get her over the top.

When she reached the bottom of Leilah's pussy Rachel forced her tongue into the older woman and pursed her lips around the tight entrance. Her tongue seemed very long and flexible once it was inside and began to wiggle around, and she sucked hard, drawing more of Leilah's nectar from her. Leilah cried out then, it just felt so good. Her hands shot to her breasts and she rolled the nipples between her fingers adding jagged jolts of pleasure to her already overly stimulated system. She was dying now for an orgasm, she had to have it. The feelings were so powerful that she could not even try to hold back.

Rachel curled her tongue and ran it upward from the entrance to Leilah's tunnel towards the top of her slit, scooping up the thick fluid that had gathered between the older woman's swollen lips. Leilah couldn't take any more teasing; her hands left her breasts and curled into Rachel's luxurious hair, pulling her mouth tightly against her slit.

"No more teasing, I have to come," Leilah groaned.

Rachel went wild at the words, sucking hard on Leilah's clit she drew it out and then swirled her tongue over the super sensitive bud before she began to lash it with manically fast strokes of her tongue. The shock of it was more than Leilah could bear and she felt her bottom come unglued, jogging and twitching and contracting as her orgasm ripped through her. Leilah screamed then. She wasn't usually vocal during sex, but the tension inside of her, the unremitting pleasure demanded nothing less than a scream.

Leilah rode the red waves of pleasure, like a surfer on the crest of a giant wave. Rachel did not stop and Leilah felt like she was being devoured alive. The sensations from the girl's tongue, lips and fingers merged into one flow of sensation that sent her skyrocketing into another orgasm. This one was more powerful, shocking her body to its core. Rachel showed no sign of letting up and Leilah found herself pushing the girl's head away, it felt too good now.

She drifted down from her orgasm slowly; Rachel had returned to her breasts and was suckling contentedly. The sensation was not powerfully erotic now, it was warm, gentle and comforting. Leilah glanced at the alarm clock on the night table, it wasn't even noon yet. The girl's soft tongue and warm mouth left no doubt in Leilah's mind that this was just the beginning.



A Change of Plans



I woke up later and looked at the beautiful woman sleeping beside me. God! She was beautiful. I moved an inch and pressed my lips to her forehead. I saw her eyelids flutter then stay still. She slowly rolled away from me. She stopped and suddenly turned back to me, her eyes wide open. A huge smile lit her face. "I thought I was having a wonderful dream. I am." She kissed all over my face, kissing licking and nibbling with her lips. She moved down over my chest and kissed my tiny male nipples. Her little hand rubbed down over my belly and found my erection. She slipped down and looked at him. She looked up at me with a serious expression. "Oh! Billy, he is really beautiful. Just perfect for me. Can I play with him for a bit?"

"Sure you can, he has always belonged to you." She hummed and rubbed the head over her silky smooth cheeks. She lifted my balls and felt them in her little warm hand. She said, "I love these, I know how potent they are. I want another of your babies." Her mouth enclosed the top of my penis. Damn, I was going to ejaculate very quickly. I reached down and gently pulled her up towards my face. I stopped for a moment when her lovely perfect breasts were over my lips and sucked one then the other in my hungry mouth. They felt and tasted soooo gooood. I pulled her again and lifted by her hips over my face and slowly lowered her down so that her labia were just where I wanted them. I inserted my tongue and parted her nether lips. I raised her a bit and saw a drop of her fluid drop and felt it hit my tongue. It tasted good too! I buried my face up inside her as far as I could and licked and suckled on everything I could touch. I felt my penis throbbing and slipped her back down until her sweet pussy touched my cock. Her little hand guided him home. She was warm and very wet inside. I had her by the hips but couldn't hold her still. Her little body was shaking and twisting as she screamed her pleasure. I could feel spasm after spasm shake her as she orgasmed time after time, I could not control myself against the sensations she was causing as she moved on my cock. I heard myself shouting that I was cuming and a wave of ecstasy exploded through me.

I softly lowered her down to rest on my body and hugged her tightly to me. I ran my hands down her back and over her sweet little rump. I just loved touching her. Delightful. She tried to lift up and I pulled her back down.

"Megan, Girl, I love to feel you against me and my cock still inside you. Please, oh, please don't move for at least two days." 

She started giggling, "Two DAYS? Well I am happy doing anything you want. I did want to love you with my mouth and make you come in my mouth. Maybe I can do that Monday then."

"Well, we have just had a change of plans. Let me hold you like this until I get hard again, OK?"

"I think I feel him stirring a little bit already."

"I know it won't take long, everything about you makes me hot, hot, red hot."

"I know, you do the same thing to me, I guess I had ten or twelve orgasms just now. It never happened with more than one before. You are really good. I don't think I am going to be able to handle you when you are well. You'll just screw my brains out. What a way to go though. Please kiss me again. I love your kisses, I can't get enough of them."

"Megan, Sweetie, When does Willie get out of school for the summer vacation?" 

"I think it is June third. Why?"

"I have to be back in Washington on June sixth. I would like to buy a new mini van and the three of us could drive up and then drive back after my operation on June ten. Most likely be the thirteenth or so before I could start back. Would you like to do that? I can go back by myself if you don't want to drive that far."

"Never, ever will I let you go alone. Not gonna happen! I have saved almost a hundred thousand dollars since I started dancing, half in an IRA and the rest in a savings account. I'll buy the van."

"Sugar, you just save your money, I can buy our van. I love you for offering though."

"Let's talk about something I think I feel growing inside me. Are you getting hard again?"

"It must be me, I don't think anyone else could be in there."

"Let me look. Oh yes, it is you big guy. Hang on tight, 

Darlin' I am going to do my best to please you with my mouth."

I pulled a extra pillow behind my head so I could see better. She smiled so sweetly at me as her little mouth swirled around the helmet or crown of my penis. Warm, soft, sweet, wet and slippery was what I felt. Both little hands twisted their way up and down my shaft. It was totally erotic watching and feeling at the same time. Really fantastic, I wouldn't last long feeling and watching that action. I could feel the sensations she was imparting building and building towards a real climax. I was aware of her every move. She really was great at that. I shuddered and thought I was at my pleasure limit. I was wrong. She started rubbing her little tongue flat against the head and just below it. I ground my teeth and threw my head from side to side. I had never felt such intense joy and pleasure. I saw stars before my eyes and every thing went black.

I heard her calling my name. I saw she was crying. 

"What's wrong Babe, that was wonderful, the very best ever for me. Wow!"

"You passed out Billy and scared me to death." I thought I had hurt you. I'll never do that again."

"Oh yes you will, I really loved it. Where did you learn that? No, I don't want to know. I just loved it."

"Billy can we just snuggle again for a while. That is the best part of our loving, the cuddling afterward. I feel so content and at peace with the world and my love for you just seems to soar and the warmth I feel from you just surrounds me in a blanket of love, all warm, snug and safe."

"Megan, I love you too, I am just a rough Marine and can't express myself as well as you can, I wish I could, I do know I have never loved another like I love you, not even close. I also know I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I guess the Marine Corps will have to retire me on a disability. I have never spent much of my pay, I saved it, so I do have a little money. Do you want to live in Orange Springs or somewhere else?"

"I have a nice little house my grandmaw left me. I have done it over a little at a time and I like it, we can live there and see how things go. It is on twenty acres and there is a fifty acre parcel behind it I want to buy for Willie, it is a nice place with huge oaks and virgin timber running back to the creek."

"What do they want for it?"

"They were asking a hundred and twenty thousand the last I heard."

"We'll buy it. I can get that much out of a Mutual Fund I have."

"What, you have to be kidding, you haven't even seen it."

"Yes I have, I remember the place, that's where the swimming hole was in the creek, right?"

"You are right, you do remember."

"Yes I do, but we might want to build a house for US on part of it. I would love to have a old Florida Cracker house on that bluff overlooking the creek. Just leave most of it natural, only clear the underbrush."

"Oh! Sweetheart, that would be my dream house. Tin roof, Cypress board and batten, unpainted, porch all the way around the house. Several fire places. Sounds like heaven. Lots of dogs and a few hogs and chickens. Lots of kids running around. Dock on the creek. Oh! Darling, I can see it now."

"Do you know the owners?"

"Yes, they live in Palm Beach and inherited it several years ago. They have to come through my place to get to it."

"Offer them one hundred thousand and see what happens. Full cash in ninety days."

"Let me try, I'll call them tonight."

"We need to get dressed and go get Willie and look at some vans. We will keep your little truck, I like it."

"Me too, but Willie is set until nine o'clock. We can go home so I can change and we can shower together and have a quiet dinner together. I am a good cook now. I hardly burn anything any more, remember the fudge I made for you?"

"Yes, God what a stinking mess."

She giggled, "It was your fault, if you hadn't been kissing me I wouldn't have forgotten about it."

"I would love to take you out to dinner. I would love to see you in a hot little dress with heels and all."

"I am going to have to go shopping. I haven't bought anything like that for years."

"We will take you on a shopping spree if you want, but remember. I have probably never seen anything you own except the outfit you had on this afternoon in bed."

"But I wasn't wearing anything."

"Yeah! I really love that outfit, even if it is getting a little old and wrinkled."

"Billy, I am glad you do, but show me a wrinkle." 

"There is one right between your legs!"

"Billy, just mind your mouth or I make you lick that wrinkle out."

"I'm ready to try any time you want."

"Oh! Billy, look at your poor leg, and this scar here, and here and another over here, gosh there are scars all over you. I'm not going to let you take your body out of my sight again, you don't take care of it."

"When you don't have a lot to live for, you don't worry about things like that."

"Oh! Billy, please hold me tight, I am so happy to be with you and so sad about how hurt you are. We have to get you back in shape before we think of anything else."

"I just want to be able to run so I can catch you when I want to make love to you."

"You don't need to do that, I am at your service anytime, night or day. This afternoon was pure heaven. A true 'afternoon delight'."

"Hand me my clothes, please, we need to get on our way. Do you have any preference about vans?" I asked.

"I have a neighbor who has a Dodge mini van and I really like that one."

And hour later we had purchased a van and drove away in it, leaving her truck until they could bring it out to us in the morning. We got me checked out of the motel and my stuff in the van and headed for Orange Springs. 

We picked up Willie a little early and he was excited about the new van which had a TV and DVD player in back with earphones and all. The Satellite Navigation Device fascinated him too.

Megan's house was an older house she had extensively redone. It was spotlessly neat and tidy. There was a large scrap book on the coffee table that Willie had to show me. We sat close together as he turned the pages. It was all stuff about me! Newspaper clippings, Magazine covers and articles. Page after page of the stuff including a picture of me graduating from High School, holding up one finger indicating I had graduated number one in the class. The Ocala paper had page after page about me. 

Willie was excited to show me every bit of it. From what I could see people must have been desperate for a hero. Half the stuff I read was either wrong or exaggerated. I didn't say a word and put my arm around him and gave him a little hug. He gave me a happy grin.

Megan smiled at us and I saw her wipe her eyes. I liked that he went and had a bath and got ready for bed without being told. He kissed his mother good night, then looked at me. I softly said, "Willie, I will love a hug or a kiss on the cheek or even a hand shake. I am proud that you are my son."

He looked at me, "Can I call you Daddy?"

"You can call me whatever feels right for you. As they say, 'just don't call me late for dinner'. He grinned.

Megan and I had to be very quiet in our love making that night. It was still wonderful.

I was up before daylight and slipped out and sat on the porch and watched the sun come up through the old oak trees. Quiet, peaceful, and lovely. A rooster crowed in the distance. Beautiful. I heard a light step behind me and turned to receive a sweet kiss on my lips. "Mmmmm, Megan said, "You even taste good in the morning. You scared me when you weren't there when I woke up. I was afraid it was all a wonderful dream." I pulled her around in my lap and held her to me. 

"Oh! Don't let me hurt your leg."

"If you hurt me too much I will tell you. For now you just feel so good in my arms I don't want you to ever move." She had to move though and get Willie off to school. I went and shaved and had a glass of OJ. I was lucky she had it. She had just picked a large bag of oranges and she had squeezed them. I love orange juice every morning if I can get it. Fresh is the best.

Megan consulted me and then called Willie's school and talked to the principle. She explained that I was Willie's father and had gone to school there through middle school. The principal was very excited and asked if I could come to the school Assembly at 11 o'clock and talk to the kids for about ten minutes. I agreed and walked out and sat on the porch and thought about what I would say to the children. I went to Megan's room and found her there brushing off my dress uniform. I saw she was crying. "What is wrong Babe!"

She looked up at me. "I see all these medals and ribbons you wear on your chest and I think I am the only one who realizes what they cost you in pain and suffering and I know I only know about a little of it." She ran her finger tips over the medals, "Please tell me which is which, I am sure this is the Congressional Medal of Honor, the light blue with the white stars." 

"Yes, the next is dark blue with the white stripe is the Navy Cross, the two small gold stars indicate it was won three times. The red, white, and blue striped one is the silver star. The little gold star means a second award. Next is the Purple Heart. The rest are what we call 'I was there' Medals or campaign medals."

"Billy do the six stars on the purple heart mean you were wounded in combat seven times?"

"Yes."

"Oh! Billy, no more, please, no more. You have done more than your share."

I held her face between my hands, "Now that I have you back I would be terrified that some thing would happen so I would never see you again, I can't even bare to think bout that. I am a coward now. I really am."

I walked slowly around her place with her. It was very nice. Very well kept. She said Willie was a big help and did most of the mowing and trimming. She had a large garden. I recognized tomato plants, peppers, onions, various greens, including lettuce, corn, and other plants I didn't recognize. I asked if she canned much of it and she said she canned or blanched and froze most of what they didn't eat. She had a large freezer. There were also many fruit trees in the yard.

We had a late breakfast and got dressed. Her little truck arrived as we were leaving for the school. I liked the way the van rode and couldn't wait to be well enough to drive it. We were escorted to the auditorium and led on the stage behind the closed curtains. Willie waited for us there. We heard the children filling the place up. The principal asked if we were ready and we said we were. He smiled and took Willie by the hand and stepped through the curtains. His voice was loud over the speaker system. "Boys and girls we have a surprise guest this morning, We are proud to have a graduate of this school, and the father of one of our students visit us today. He has agreed to say a few words to us. Most of you know Willie Thompson. I am proud to introduce his father, America's most decorated war hero in modern times and possibly of all times, Major William 'Wild Bill' Thompson. United Stares Marine Corps."

I stood as the curtains opened, there was a loud burst of applause and cheering. I walked as tall and straight as I could to the lectern. I greeted them with a few remembrances of my days as a student there. I told several stories of my misguided youth and stressed the value of what I had learned there. I told them the value of the lessons I had learned about the history of our great country and how I had learned in my travels all over the world, as a Marine, that the United States of America was the one country that stood for freedom and peace. I told them that I had seen many brave Americans give their lives and their blood for the freedom of other peoples and for our freedom. 

"Many people in this country and in foreign countries call the U.S. an agressor country seeking to rule the world. I ask these people to tell me where in all the wars in the last century the U.S. has profited from a war. None of these people have an answer. They say we want to force our form of government on everyone and destroy those who do not agree with us. I say to them, tell me who rebuilt the world after world war II, tell me who has given more lives so that people have a choice of governments. Again, they have no answers. I say to all, any people that have had the chance to make a free choice, in a free election, to choose their form of government have chosen some form of democracy."

"The strength of this country is in a free and educated people who willing to fight and die so that their families and others can remain free."

"I will go again if I am asked and they have any need of an old beat up, worn down, Marine. I will crawl to do battle with those despots and others who would rob my son of his freedom. Thank you."

The kids seemed to like my talk. The lights were dimmed and the kids filed out and I noticed for the first time the TV cameras in the hall. 

We took Willie out of school early, and drove home. Willie was very excited about my talk. "Daddy you were wonderful, you made me very proud to be your son." 

"Son I was proud to be there as your father, and wasn't your mother beautiful in her little seersucker suit and white hat, gloves and shoes?"

"Momma is always beautiful."

"I agree with you son. But she looked extra prim and proper today. I just wanted to kiss her and hug her I was so proud of her. I am sorry I forgot to tell everyone we are going to be married." 

We went home and Megan called and talked to her bosses at work for a long time. She asked Willie if he would mind spending the evening with Megan's aunt again. We would pick him up about the same time. He was happy with that.

We went to the Café Riské that evening. The main room was quite long. A bar stretched along one side. The girls danced behind it. Other rows of tables were set back farther. Megan asked one man to move and placed me right in the center stage seat. The lovely little girls danced right in front of my face. There were brass bars vertically between the seats at the bar. Megan disappeared. Two of the girls danced in front of me. They took turns danding with their little bare pussies only inches from my face. Bare boobs and pussies were only a tongue length away. Suddenly Megan strode down the stage behind the bar. She was dressed in a sheer negligee and she held her arms up. "Please give me your attention. My name is Megan, this is my last night here, I am going to dance for my husband to be, Major William, "Wild Bill" Thompson. USMC. Thank you all, I am going to miss all of you, my friends and patrons, I love you all but Bill is my MAN. Thank you again." 

She turned and removed her negligee and wore only a bra and sheer wispy panties. She danced in front of me and twisted and turned holding the brass bars as she leaned in and out all most touching my face with her bra and panties. The music changed and Megan danced in front of only me. She reached up and slowly removed her transparent bra and threw me a kiss. She looked into my eyes as she hooked her thumbs in her panties and slipped them down. She reached down and picked them up and twirled them around on a finger, then handed them to me. I held them to my face, then dropped them in my pocket. Megan was rotating and swaying her hips close in front of my face as she stepped up on a small shelf behind the bar. Her little pussy was not over an inch in front of my face as she thrust her self towards me. 

Her eyes were locked on my face as she danced. I couldn't keep eye contact with her, I just had to look at the incredibly beautiful body in front of me. My sweet love turned and bent way forward displaying her sex and cute little puckered hole. I wanted to grab her and kiss every inch of her bottom. I would do it later, for sure! 




A Change of Plans



She turned around and grinned at me and bent over and held her breasts in her hands and rubbed them across my face. Then took her hands and pulled my face to hers as she kneeled in front of me, her sweet lips pressed to mine. She broke the kiss and whispered, "I love you. Lift me into your lap." She twisted side ways and toward me and I lifted her, then lowered her into my lap, her arms went around my neck and we kissed again. I broke the kiss and grinned at her. "Is this how you danced for all the guys?"

She laughed, "Hell no, I would have been fired if I caressed myself like I just did or touched a customer at all." 

One of the other girls handed her her negligee and bra. She slipped on the negligee and pulled me gently behind her down a hall lined with curtained cubicles. Each little room had a vinyl covered bed. Metal bars ran across over the bed. There was a TV camera pointing at the bed. Megan handed me a plastic basket and told me to put in anything from my pockets that was sharp or that might hurt her as she rubbed across me. She put on a pair of little terrycloth shorts and had me lie back on the bed and scoot up until I was where she wanted me. She took off the negligee and climbed over me holding the bars She said the regular rules were that the customer had to keep his hands above his shoulders at all times. She let go of the bars and leaned forward and kissed my lips and moaned a tiny bit. She jumped back up and put her little bottom down on my lap. She moved back and forth and then from side to side. Then she turned around and rubbed me that way. She talked to me all the time she was doing the dance. She talked about the weather and about almost everything and really about nothing, a stranger would know nothing about her when she was through. She turned back around and grinned at me and said "Let's go. I want to go home with you. You got me all hot and I need you. Only happened about twice before."

"What did you do about that?"

"Not a damned thing, are you jealous?"

"Sure I am. I was right! I would never be able to stand having you do this again. I guess you think I am saying I don't trust you and I guess I don't yet. I really want to, but this would be too much for my fragile male ego I guess. I will never lie to you, you will always get an honest answer." She had put her gown and things back on. She took my hand and looked in my eyes, "Do you think I would ever let you dance nude in front of a room full of women, then do what I just did to you? Hell, NO! You are too much of a handsome hunk and are far to precious for me to take a chance like that. Believe me I do understand." Megan sat me at a table and went to change into street clothes. A huge muscular man walked over and put his hand out, "Congratulations Major, Megan is the sweetest girl we have ever had work here. Never gave anyone a speck of trouble. Everyone here is really sorry to see her go but also very happy for her. Please be good to her." I saw tears in his eyes. I said I knew how lucky I was and that I would die before I hurt her in any way.

Megan walked out looking really hot in a new outfit from Victoria's Secret. Every dancer in the place rushed to kiss and hug her. Lots of tears were shed and seeing so many girls in street clothes let me realize that many were here to say goodbye on their time off. Told me a lot about my girl. When we finally left Megan had to just set in the van and cry for a bit. I reached over and patted her thigh and softly asked, "Do you want to go back?"

"Yes, I think so. In about six months to a year, as a customer."

"Deal. Who was the huge blond guy in there?"

"Oh! That's Mike, he is a nice guy."

"He was crying over your leaving, told me I better be good to you. I think he loves you."

"Who, Mike?"

"Yeah, I think so. Look here he comes now."

Mike walked up and pulled the door of the van open and pulled Megan out and held her in his huge arms and kissed her for a long time. I got out and put my hand on his arm and said "Let her go." He turned and swung a karate chop at my throat that would have killed me if it had connected. I was able to grab it and pull the arm up behind his back and twist it viciously, dislocating his shoulder. He fell on his back on the ground screaming in pain. Megan dropped down beside him and I turned and walked away. I walked to a bench and sat and watched. My leg was killing me with the pain from the strain I had put on it. Megan looked around and didn't see me I guess. A few minutes later an ambulance arrived and some medics worked on him for a bit and loaded him in the truck and took him off. Megan got in our van and followed it off. After a while I got up and hobbled to the entrance and asked the man there to please call a cab for me. He said he would. I was in such pain when the cab arrived I had him take me to the Ocala Regional Medical Center Emergency room. They determined that my bad leg was hemorrhaging and they wanted to remove the leg. I told them to please consult with the doctors at Bethesda Naval Hospital. They gave me a shot of something and every thing went black. 

I woke up and didn't know where I was. I looked around and saw Willie! 

"Willie, Son, what is going on?"

"Daddy, let me go get Mom."

"No, Son, just tell me why you are here."

"Because Momma and I love you and you are hurt real bad."

"I love you too, Son. But I think your Momma loves someone else. I can't keep my eyes open son, I feel very weak. Tell your mother I am sorry I hurt her man, I have to go to sleep now. I love you son, please never forget that, I love you and your mother. Good bye for now, Son." Things went black again. I really thought that that was it. The end. Finish.

I awoke and no one was around. I had a cannula in my nose, IVs in my arms and felt the pain from my leg. I wondered if it were still there. I looked down and saw a tent over the leg area like they did after amputations. OH! SHIT! I thought. It's gone. I may as well go too. No leg, no job, no Megan, no use living. I started sobbing. I was in total despair.

Then I heard a voice saying she loved only me. She said she wanted to die with me. She said she would not live without me by her side. It was Megan! I tried to look at her but my head wouldn't turn. My eyes wouldn't open. I said to my self that I wanted one more kiss from Megan. I really struggled and strained and I finally saw her. She was looking at me. I said, "I love you." She screamed and people came from all over and poked at me and hooked things up to me. I tried to see her again. I called her name and she was there. I said, "Megan, I love you. I am sorry if I hurt your Mike. Please forgive me and let me go."

"NO, No way. You can't leave me, I love only you. I won't let you go. You promised to marry me and I have never known you to break a promise. So you have to hang on and love me.

I know you love me, and I love you. Please get better for our son, he loves you too. I didn't know Mike tried to kill you until one of the guys who saw it told me. I thought you cold cocked him, I should have known better. What can I do to make you believe I love only you. Billy I really need you in my life or I will die too! Oh! God I want to die with you now, but who will look after Willie?" Things went black again.

I awoke again and saw no one I knew. A lady in a nurses uniform answered the buzzer when I pressed it. I asked to see Megan. She told me that only relatives were allowed to see me. I said, "Fine, get my clothes, I am leaving. I pulled the cannula off my nose and disconnected the IVs and climbed out of bed and limped to the closet for my clothes. Hey! I could still get around. I still had a leg. It hurt like hell but it was still there. I thought things out. Then I knew I had to have a change of plans. I found my little overnight bag and found the secret compartment intact. I removed the little derringer pistol and held it to my temple. My last thought was "Megan" as I pulled on the trigger.

"Wait! Billy, you don't want your son to see this!"

I looked and saw Willie and Megan standing in the door. I lowered the pistol.

"I am sorry to let you down like this, Willie, and that you had to find out your father is a quitter. I am in terrible pain in my leg, it feels as if a large animal is eating it, gnawing and biting off hunks of flesh. I just want it to stop hurting." Megan ran to me and helped me back to the bed. She was weeping. I sat on the side of the bed and held her and begged her not to cry. I told her that seeing her cry hurt me more than my leg.

"Why don't you just go see how Mike is doing? Take the little gun with you."

"Mike went home several days ago. He wasn't hurt that bad, just a dislocated shoulder. He'll be fine. We need to talk if you are up to it."

"Go ahead."

"Mike and I dated for about two years. He loved me I guess, but I never loved him. I finally told him about six months ago that it was over. That I would never marry him. I thought he had accepted that. When he pulled me out of the van I thought he just wanted a goodbye hug and kiss. I didn't see him swing at you. A guy who saw it told me he never saw anyone move as fast as you did. You had him on the ground and disabled in a second! He said he is a martial arts instructor and that you had to be the best he had ever seen. I couldn't find you, I got in the van and chased down the ambulance to see if you were in it too. I was frantic and went back to the Café and Jack told me he had called a cab for you. I called the cab company and found out the driver had taken you to the Emergency Room. I rushed down there and they wanted to remove your leg. I talked them in to waiting a bit. OH! Billy! I love only you. With all my heart. I have never loved anyone else. Please believe me."

"If you truly love me please do something for me. Hand me the phone."

"Here."

I asked the operator to see if she could locate the hospital Chaplin and ask him to visit me as soon as possible. She said he was in his office and to hold for a second. He came on the line and I gave him my name and asked if he could visit me soon. He was there in five minutes. I told him that I was not in the greatest shape in the world and that I loved Megan.

I told him she was the mother of my son and that we wanted to get married as soon as possible so that if anything more happened to me that she would have the legal power to look after me and make decisions for me if I was not able to do that. Megan was softly crying. 

He said he could arrange everything and we could have our blood test right there and that he would get someone from city hall over to the hospital with all the paper work, he said they would bust their butts when they found out who it was for and what shape I was in.

So we had my Mom and several of Megan's relatives and friends join us the next morning and were married. I felt relieved knowing that Megan and Willie would have my pension and benefits if thing didn't work out for me. 

Turned out to be the best thing I ever did. Megan has been the most wonderful and caring wife a man could have. Really just perfect in every way. 

In the year since we have been married we have made two trips to Bethesda Naval Hospital in Washington, I am walking and even jogging now without pain. I was retired as a Lt. Colonel, I have a new job as a military analyst for Fox News, the best part of the job is that I do it from my little office in a small trailer outside Megan's old house. When we first started I was on the air only when something extraordinary happened. We were asked on one show to turn the camera out the window when there was a blizzard in New York and it was bright and sunny here. The shot was of Megan and Willie going out to slop our hogs. E-mails flooded in from all over wanting to see more of our life. Soon we had our, now regular, five minute segment every morning on 'Fox and Friends'. Megan gets as much fan mail as I do. The rest of the country thinks she is as beautiful and sexy as I do. 

Our new house is being built and we are going to be traveling more as requests come in for me to speak at colleges and at conventions and other places. With what they pay for a speech I can't turn some of them down. We limit them to one trip a month. I try to schedule three or four engagements per trip. Brings in more than half again as much as I made yearly as a Major, on each trip! We invest all of it.

Megan and I have things planned so that I should be able to retire completely in three or four more years and have enough money to live very, very comfortably for the rest of our lives.

I see Megan coming across the yard now. She wants our afternoon delight. Me too!