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A Surprising Journey Ch. 01

By: peacekeeper25



The day I decided to break out of my usual routine and take a little journey changed my life in a surprising way. I've lived a pretty quiet life since I retired from teaching to give myself more time to write historical novels for young people. I have a contract with a publisher to produce one or two books a year based on some historical event or famous person. I do the research by reading two or three books, sometimes, though rarely, I travel to a place to get a sense of the area where an event happened, but mostly I stay put in my little cabin. You could set your clock by my routine. I get up at five every morning, drink a cup of coffee then get down to work. I take a little break at nine, make two sunny side eggs with rye toast, another cup of coffee and get back to work. I rarely work past noon and spend my afternoons reading, working in the garden or taking long walks. It's a pretty solitary existence.

I had just finished the first draft of a novel about the Revolutionary War and a boy who was an aid to George Washington. The boy was a spy and, like most of my books, is an adventure story where I work in a lot of historical information. It was October and the leaves were at their peak of color, when this strange feeling came over me. I looked up at the clear blue sky above the red and orange leaves of the trees surrounding my cabin. I noticed leaves falling to the ground and suddenly started thinking of getting old and closer to death. "Am I like those leaves fluttering to the ground?" I thought. Without articulating what I was feeling as I looked out the window of my cabin, I said, "I need to get a way from here for awhile." 

This restless feeling surprised me. I don't usually like to take trips. I love my quiet little world in the Maine woods and remembered Thoreau's statement when he was at Walden, "I've traveled wide and far at Walden." 

I'm still not sure what came over me as I watched the colorful leaves falling, but a strange restlessness urged me to get away, like something calling me. I took a deep breath that became a deep sigh. "I need an adventure. I need to let go and leave my cares behind me." I looked around my cabin. "I'm in a rut," I said to myself. "I need to go somewhere new, where no one knows me and just let loose."

I decided to be spontaneous for a change and just take off. I watered the plants, put some things in a backpack, got in my old Subaru and went off without any destination. I decided to stay on back roads, turning left when an interesting looking road appeared or right when another road caught my attention. I just kept driving, and actually driving faster than I usually do. This was so unlike me. I had no plan, no map and didn't care where I ended up. 

At fifty-five years old, after doing what was expected, getting married out of college, having two daughters, now grown, teaching at the same school for twenty years, coming home every day to a dying marriage and finally divorcing, I was weary of the plainness and safety of my life. I wanted the unknown, the passion of uncertainty, the freedom of not caring. I wanted surprise and adventure. 

I was traveling west over narrow bumpy roads, past farms, then through thick woods with the colorful leaves of fall blazing all around me. I had been driving for over three hours and realized I was getting hungry. It was about four in the afternoon. I was far from any restaurants when I noticed a small farm stand ahead. I was surprised to see it because there didn't seem to be much traffic on the road.

I decided to stop and get some fruit. When I pulled over, I noticed a woman sitting in a folding chair, reading a book. As I approached the stand, she looked up and smiled at me and said, "Hi there."

When she got out of her chair and walked over, I was stunned by how gorgeous she was. She had long wild auburn hair that went halfway down her back. She wore tight blue jean cut offs and a low cut orange shirt that barely contained her large tits. She was tan and had a thin waist, wide hips, long legs, a pretty face with high cheek bones and a radiant smile. I certainly didn't expect to see someone so sexy at a fruit stand in the middle of nowhere. I tried not to look at her but found that impossible. "What a body," I thought to myself as I looked at the variety of fruit and vegetables on the table. 

"Nice apples," I said, glancing at her tits, then back at the apples. 

"Thanks," she said. "I just picked them this morning," she added. 

"How much are they?" I asked, trying not to look at the cleavage revealed by her low cut shirt. "She's really built," I thought to myself, looking at the apples. 

"Fifty cents each," she said.

"I'll take two of them," I said. I then looked around at the farm and saw the barn about fifty yards in back of her and over to the left, not far from the edge of the road, a white farm house with a wrap around front porch. I noticed a small sign, "Maggie's Farm." I couldn't help but think of the Bob Dylan song. 

"Is this your farm?" I asked.

"Kind of," she answered. "Actually, it's my ex-husbands and mine. We're squabbling over it right now."

"I see," I said. 

She picked up a paper bag and put the apples in it. I handed her the dollar.

"Nice place," I said as I took the bag, still trying to keep my eyes off of her tits. "Do you live here alone?"

"Yes," she said. "I've got some help with the farm from Dad and some neighbors. He's got a farm down the road, but mostly I keep up with everything and make do between the farm stand and my waitress job in town." 

"You must work hard," I said. Just then she bent down to pick up a paper bag she dropped. She turned around and I saw her round ass barely contained by her tight cut offs. She put the paper bag back on the table. Her tits were spilling out of her tight low cut orange shirt. When she stood up, she caught me looking at her tits. Our eyes met and she smiled, but didn't say anything. I was getting aroused looking at her and felt my cock getting big and hard. 

There was an awkward silence as we both looked at each other. "Would you like anything else?" she asked, smiling slightly. I wasn't certain but the way she looked at me and smiled made me think she was flirting with me—something that never happens. She kept her eyes on mine, smiling. 

It was impossible not to look at her tits and the nipples pushing against her tight shirt. "See something you like," she asked and smiled, looking me in the eyes. I looked down at the table quickly, embarrassed to be caught gawking at her tits. 

"What would you recommend?" I asked, concentrating on the variety of produce on the table, trying not to look at this sexy woman. I felt my cock bulging in my jeans. 

"Well," she paused, "let me see." She leaned over the table and picked up a large peach. While reaching, her tits practically fell out of her shirt. She looked up at me then at the bulge in my jeans which I tried to hide with my bag of apples. She held out the peach. "I bet you would like to eat something wet and juicy," she said, smiling, looking me in the eyes and then back down at my bag covered crotch.

I could not believe what was happening to me. I was out of my comfort zone. "Is she teasing me?" I wondered, baffled by her words and the way she looked at me. 

"I'll take the peach," I said, trying to keep the conversation on the topic of fruit.

She leaned forward with the peach in her hand. "Here, open the bag and I'll treat you to a peach," she said. 

I held out the bag and she dropped in the peach, but I know she saw the tent in my jeans. There was no way to hide what was happening to me. 

"I'll pay you for the peach," I said, trying not to look at the nipples poking out of her tight shirt. I was looking at her smiling face and said, "By the way, you have a nice smile." "Well, thank you mister. You have a nice smile, too," she said. 

"Really," I said, surprised. "Oh, thank you," I added, feeling awkward. I couldn't remember the last time I had a conversation like this with a woman, let alone a sexy woman. I wanted this interaction to continue but no words came to my mind. The words, "eat something wet and juicy," went through my mind. "Was she being suggestive or was I reading something into it?" 

We just stood there looking at each other. 

"It must be hard keeping a farm like this going all by your self," I said.

"It is, but the work isn't the hard part." she said. "It's after work that's hard. It's going into the house and not having a man around." 

I didn't say anything, but noticed how she was looking at me, her eyes glancing down at the bulge in my pants and then back to my eyes.

Then she asked, "So, what brings you this way?" 

"Good question," I said. "I don't even know where I am." I added. "I just felt a need to take a trip and get away from my every day life."

"I know what you mean," she said, "an escape." She nodded, smiling at me, nodding her head as if she understood. 

"I guess so," I said. 

"You look like a nice guy," she said. "Like someone who deserves a good time."

"Thanks," I responded, "Maybe that's what I'm looking for...a good time. I think I need an adventure," I added, feeling a little bolder by her complement.

"Good for you," she said. "Going after what you need is important." She smiled at me. "I believe it's important to go after what you need," she said, "but out here it's not always easy to get what you need....if you know what I mean." She bit her lower lip when she said that. 

We looked at each other feeling something hot brewing between us.

I looked over at the sign, "You must be Maggie." I said, wishing I could think of something clever to say but no words came.

"What's your name?" she asked, not taking her eyes from mine. 

"Thom," I answered, "Thom with an "h," I added. 

"Oh, Thom with an "h," she repeated. She extended her hand for a handshake, "Glad to meet you Thom with an "h." she said, smiling. 

We shook hands, "Nice to meet you, too, Maggie," "So you're on an adventure," Maggie said. "Where are you heading?"

"Good question," I answered. "I'm not heading any where." 

"Cool," she responded. "That's really cool." 

When she said that, I wondered if she were an old hippie. 

"How long have you had this farm?" I asked. 

"Been here ten years," she said. "My husband and I were 'back to the landers.' A bunch of us got this farm, but I'm the only one left. My husband and I tried to keep it going but we couldn't agree on anything. He drank a lot and so we just went out separate ways." 

"So what's the squabble about," I asked. 

"He wants to sell it so he can get on with his life, but I don't want to sell and can't buy him out." 

"Too bad," I said. "It must be good having your dad nearby."

"It is and that's another reason I want to stay here. I love this place and being near my family."

"I didn't mean to get personal with you," I said. 

"It's okay," she said. "It's nice talking to you." She smiled again and then said, "You have a nice face and it's cool you took off like that with no destination. I like that about a man."

"Well, thanks, it's a little weird but who knows what might happen."

"Right, who knows what might happen," she repeated, and bit her lower lip. "What would you like to happen?" she asked, looking me in the eye. "Got any ideas." She was definitely flirting with me. I had never been in a situation like this so I decided to just go along for the ride and see where it led. 

"You were right when you asked if I'd like to eat something wet and juicy." I said, looking into her eyes. 

"I know. I usually can tell what a man wants," she added, she glanced down at the bulge in my pants that hadn't gone down. 

"I haven't had anything wet and juicy for a long time," I added. "So thanks for the peach."

She smiled and then turned and walked over to her chair, swaying her hips. Her round ass looked so good in those tight cut offs. She sat down and spread her legs, smiled up at me and said, "I bet you'd like to eat something other than the peach."

She stretched out her long legs and spread them apart. I stood in front of the farm stand, not believing what she just said. I looked at her crotch and felt my cock getting harder. I looked up and down the road then back at Maggie sitting there with her legs spread, teasing me.

I put my bag down on the table and walked over to her. I stood above her between her legs looking down at her. She looked at the bulge in my jeans and then at my eyes, smiling. Her nipples were poking out of her tight shirt, her tits looked so luscious. I was just about to get down on my knees when she asked, "Would you like to see the barn?" 

"The barn," I repeated, standing between her spread legs, looking down at her crotch. My cock was straining in my jeans. I wanted to get down on my knees and devour her cunt. I'd never been so aroused. "The barn," I repeated. "Oh, sure," I said. "I'd like to see your barn." 

"Great," Maggie said, and stood up. When she did, she leaned into me, pressing her tits against my chest. "Come on, follow me," she said. 

"Damn, she's a tease," I said to myself, as we walked up to the barn. She was in front of me and her round ass swayed from side to side. "Boy do I want to fuck her," I said to myself, surprised to hear those words in my brain. I felt like I was a different person. Maggie was bringing something out in me—something wild that I didn't know existed. "I don't believe this is happening to me," I thought, as we entered the barn. 

"Nice barn," I said, looking around at the stalls, the straw, a few hens pecking into the dirt. 

She smiled at me. "Follow me."

We went to the rear of the barn where several bales of hay were stacked in a corner. It was dark back there, except for the sunlight at the entrance and some sunlight peaking through cracks in the roof. 

"Let's get stoned" she said, and took a joint out of her jeans pocket. 

I hadn't smoked pot for years, but said, "Why not? I'm on an adventure." 

"Right," Maggie said, lighting the joint. She took a hit and passed it to me. I coughed as soon as I inhaled. She said, "Take your time." I took another hit, passed it to her. "Nothing like fucking when you're stoned," she said. 

I was stunned by the bluntness of her language and how in control of the situation she was. I managed to get a few good hits. It didn't take long but I was definitely stoned. 

Maggie found a blanket and covered a few bales of hay with it. I looked at her ass as she bent over. "Damn, she's sexy," I said, feeling my cock get even bigger in my jeans. 

Maggie then sat down on one of the bales and looked at me, "So what were you saying about wet and juicy," she said. 

She leaned back, her arms in back of her, her legs spread wide. "I'm horny" she said, "I need you to eat me and then fuck me."

I never heard a woman say so bluntly what she wanted. 

She unbuttoned her shorts and squirmed out of them. "Come on, Thom, I'm wet and juicy and ready to eat."

I got down on my knees, put her legs on my shoulders and felt an energy surge through me. "Spread your legs for me, baby," I said, surprised to hear myself talk like that. But I was now out of my mind with lust.

"Come on, eat my cunt," she said. 

Her dirty talking was exciting and got me even hotter. 

I started licking her, lapping up the juices, while she moaned and pushed herself against my tongue. "Harder," she said. "Eat me!"

I was darting my tongue as deep into her as I could, swirling around, moving in and out. Her legs were on my shoulders; her hands were on my head pulling me into her. She was sliding her ass forward on the hay bales, trying to get me even deeper. "I love it," she screamed. "That's good. That's it, Eat me. Ohhhhhgod I love what you're doing." Her words were urging me to keep going. I found her clit and started sucking on it, licking it and that threw her over the edge, "YES! OH YES! THERE! RIGHT THERE THAT'S IT I'M CUMMING. OHHHHHHGOD EAT ME HARDER, HERE IT COMES." 

She was out of control pushing her cunt harder against my tongue. "I'M CUMMMMMING," she screamed, lifting her ass off the hay as she convulsed and then fell back. "Oh my god that was soooo intense," she said, as I gave her a few more licks. 

My cock was bulging in my jeans. I stood up, looking down at her laying on the hay bales, her wet cunt still dripping juice, her legs spread. "That was sure wet and juicy," I said, unzipping my jeans and grabbing my swollen cock. She looked at me standing above her between her spread legs, then at my cock standing straight out. "I want you in me, now. Come on baby, fuck my brains out." Maggie wiggled herself up on the hay bale, never taking her eyes off of my cock, "Come give it to me." 

I was on my knees in front of her spread legs. My cock was just above her cunt. I pushed her legs back so that her knees were against her tits. I moved my cock up and down her cunt lips, playing with her. She then put her feet down on the hay bale, lifting herself and pushing her cunt up to my cock, "Fuck me," she said, "Stop teasing me." 

I liked playing with her, driving her crazy, teasing her, being in control. "You really want me to fuck you," I said, moving my cock along her pussy lips, "You really want it bad, don't you baby?" I added, enjoying talking to her like that. "Beg for it!" She then reached up, grabbed my ass, wrapped her legs around me and pulled me into her. "FUCK ME YOU BASTARD!" she screamed as I plunged into her. 

I pulled out, my cock hovering just above her cunt, "Say it again. Beg for it. Tell me what you want."

She looked me in the eyes and shouted, "GIVE ME THAT COCK! I CAN'T STAND THIS. DON'T TEASE ME ANYMORE!" Maggie was lifting her self up, her hands on my ass trying to pull me into her. She looked up at me, her eyes were fierce. I was out of my mind with lust and when I plunged into her, driving her back to the hay bale, she screamed, YES! OHHHHHHHHHHGOD! 

"You're so tight," I said, pushing into her, opening her up. 

"You're so big," she screamed. "You're cock is huge." 

I pushed into her, inch my inch, opening her tight cunt. I pulled out and thrust into her again, then pulled out again and thrust into her even harder, ramming harder and harder, opening her tight cunt up to my cock.

Maggie was lifting her self off the hay bale pushing her cunt up to take me in. "You feel sooooo good," she said. "I love it. I want you in me."

"Take my cock, baby" I said as I rammed into her. "Take it."

"Come on, Fuck me harder," she said. "Give it to me, harder. Fuck me harder, damn it. Do me harder!" Then she screamed, FUCK ME! HARDER!" 

I loved her words, telling me she wanted. My cock was like a red hot rod. I'd never been so filled with lust. We were fucking like wild animals. 

Suddenly, she pushed me off of her. "I want to be on top," she said. "I want to ride your cock." I was on my back and she straddled me. She was on her knees. She grabbed my cock, put it at her cunt and then came down on it, screaming, 'OHHHHHHHHHHGOD OH MIGHTY." She was sitting straight up, coming down harder and harder. Her tits were bouncing, her hair was all over the place, she was out of control. I was thrusting into her every time she came down. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" she screamed looking me in the eyes. "FUCK ME!"

She was riding me like I was a bucking bronco, forcing my cock deep into her cunt screaming at the top of her lungs, FUCK ME! OHHHHHH I LOVE THIS!" 

I grabbed her ass, loving how round and firm it felt. I then put my finger in her asshole, moving it in deeper. She shuddered and screamed, 'OHHHHHGOD 'HERE I COME, OHHHGOD I''M CUMMING! I'M CUMMMMMMMMING!" 

Maggie was going wild on my cock. Her juicy cunt was still tight on my cock and I could feel my sperm beginning to rise. I then grabbed her by the waist and started lifting her up and bringing her down even harder on my cock. I was thrusting into her. I knew I was on the verge of cumming.


A Surprising Journey Ch. 01



I could feel the tremble coming up my legs. I was about to erupt and shouted, 'HERE IT COMES, I'M CUUMMMING!" It was rising slowly, boiling in my balls, but with great intensity.

She was riding me harder and harder and I was thrusting up into her with all of my strength. Maggie was out of control lifting her self up and coming down. "FUCK ME OHGOD I'M THERE. I'M CUMMMING OHHHHHHHHHHHGOD OHHHHHHHFUCK. HERE IT COMES!" She lifted up and then collapsed on top of me. I was still thrusting into her, then quickly flipped her over on her back, got between her legs and rammed my swollen cock into her, knowing I was about to explode. I rammed her harder, ram, ram, ram, going deeper into her hot juicy cunt. I lifted out one more time and with that final thrust, my cock erupted as I shouted, "I'M CUMMMMMMING!" 

"FUCK ME! GIVE IT TO ME. I WANT YOU TO CUM IN ME!" she shouted lifting herself and milking my cock with her cunt. 

"HERE IT COMES. I'M CUMMMMMMMING." I shouted again. as spurt after spurt filled her cunt. I was trembling and tingling all over as the orgasm swept through me. I collapsed on her and she hugged me, holding me with her strong arms, her legs keeping my cock in her wet, juicy cunt, kissing my ears, my cheeks and then my lips as we kissed intensely, our tongues swirling in each other's mouth. 

We lay there panting, looking at each other. "What just happened? I said, smiling. 

"We fucked!" she said. "We had an adventure," she laughed. "See what can happen when you just let go."

"Life is full of surprises, isn't it? I said. 

"Only if you let it be," she said. She looked up at me. "So where are you off to, now?" she asked. 

"I don't know. I'll have to tell you on my way back."

"I'll be here," she said. 

We got up and put ourselves back together. We walked down to the farm stand. We didn't speak. I picked up my bag of apples and headed for my car. "Thanks for the peach," I said as I waved goodbye and drove off. 



A Surprising Journey Ch. 02



Driving away, I glanced at Maggie in my rear view mirror and wondered if I should have stayed there for awhile, but the curve in the road changed my mind as she disappeared. I reached in the bag for an apple again thinking how tempting it would be to spend the night with her but kept driving, enjoying the apple and still trying to make sense out of what had just happened.

"That was so wild. Nothing like that ever happened to me before," I thought to myself. "Of course nothing like that happened before, dummy, you rarely leave the cabin. How can you have experiences like that if you don't get out into the world?" That was a shocking realization that made me question how I live my life. 

I finished the apple and put the core in the bag. I picked up the peach, feeling its slightly fuzzy skin and thought about Maggie's words, "wet and juicy." I thought about Thoreau's words about traveling wide and far at Walden and thought, "bet he never met anyone like Maggie in his little cabin." I thought about the choices I made, never knowing what I was missing. I thought of Robert Frost's poem, "The Road Not Taken." All these years living in the cabin, the woods, my routine, content and enjoying the road I had chosen, but now, suddenly, I was on another road, a new road, a new perspective. I was now on the road not taken before and unsure where it would take me. Somehow, this uncertainty was exciting. I felt more alive than ever before. 

It was getting dark and I still had no idea where I was. I hadn't seen any signs and had no idea where I would end up later. I knew I had to find a motel or some place to stay. I didn't want to sleep in the car. The woods were thick and dark on both sides of the narrow road. "Where am I?" I thought,. Turning on the radio to see if I could get the public radio station, but all I got was static and one station with someone talking about Jesus and dying for our sins. 

"I hope I find a town or a motel or even a road sign" I thought. "I'm sure I'll find something, if I keep going," I said, beginning to feel uncertain about this adventure. I felt like Odysseus lost at sea, looking for a port, an answer, something that would soothe the restless urge that compelled me to leave my cozy cabin and take off on this journey. "Where will this all end up?" I wondered as I drove though the darkness.

About a half hour later, I came to a four way intersection and saw a sign with names of towns on it and arrows. I didn't recognize any of the names so still didn't know which way to turn. "One of names was "Flowertown." I liked the sound of that one better than "Titusville," so that's where I headed. After about ten minutes, I saw a sign, "Welcome to Flowertown," but it still seemed desolate. I drove for another five minutes, saw some lights ahead and finally a sign that said, Pie in the Sky Pizza. Aside from being intrigued by the name, I was glad to find a place I could stop. I pulled into the parking where there was a small pickup truck and a brown Saab with a dented fender.

I was hungry, tired of driving and hoping someone would know of a motel nearby. The pizza place was empty except for a man in an apron taking a pizza out of the oven. At one of the tables was a young woman filling salt and pepper shakers. She looked up at me as I entered, "We're about to close," she said. 

"Oh," I said, "Can I get something to go?" 

I walked over to her and noticed her blue eyes and dark complexion. She had short black curly hair and long dangling earrings. She wore a low cut tight yellow tank-top, and standing above her, I could see her tits as she leaned over the salt and pepper shakers. 

"I've been on the road all day and just want something to go." I said. "Also, is there a motel or something like that around here? I need a place for the night."

"Sorry, the kitchen is closed," she said. Then she called to the guy in the kitchen, "Hey, Al, can we serve this guy a pizza?"

"He can have some of yours," he said, taking the pizza out of the oven. "This is it for the night."

"I don't want to take any of yours," I said. "That must be for your family."

"No family. It's my supper. I don't like to eat until I finish work."

"I don't know," I said. "I could buy a slice or two from you, if you don't mind. I'm really hungry."

"You don't need to buy," she said. "I'll share some with you."

"Are you sure?" I asked,

"Yes, sit down and I'll bring it over." 

"That's very generous of you," I said, surprised that she was so willing to share her pizza with a stranger. 

"No problem, I couldn't finish a whole pizza myself and would end up taking it home to my dog," she said. "He loves pizza," she added. 

As I sat down, she pushed the shakers to the side and then stood up. She was small, not more than five-feet tall. She had on a short tight black skirt that barely came to mid-thigh and a small red apron tied around her narrow waist. I noticed her tits were big for a small woman. When she stood up, she took the apron off. 

"Be right back," she said. As she walked towards the kitchen, I could not help but notice her round ass in the tight skirt. "What's happening to me, meeting two sexy women in one day?" 

While waiting, I glanced around the little pizza place and up at the ceiling that was painted blue with white clouds and pictures of pizzas. "That's clever," I thought, remembering the name of the place, Pie in the Sky." 

"Want something to drink?" she asked, as she returned to the table. "I'm going to have a beer," she added. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra because of the way her big tits jiggled. I loved the way her legs looked in her short skirt. 

"Great," I said, "I'll have a beer, but it's my treat." I added. 

"We have beer on tap," she said, putting the pizza down. "Be right back," she added. I couldn't take my eyes off of her ass and her short skirt as she walked away. "What a body," I thought, noticing how her hips swayed as she walked. 

I looked down at the pizza that was still steaming. It had spinach and green peppers. I was impressed with how good it looked considering this place was in the middle of nowhere. When she returned, she sat down, put the beer in front of me and said, "Nothing like a good beer at the end of the day." She picked up her mug and took a big gulp, ending with a big "ahhhhhhh."

"It's really nice of you to share this pizza," I said. "It looks great!"

"Al makes great pizza," she said. "He had a place in Philadelphia years ago but got sick of the city and came up here to Maine for the quiet life." She picked up a slice of pizza, took a bite and then said, "And believe me, it's quiet around here."

I took a bite of pizza and felt it burn the top of my mouth, "Wow, that's hot," I said and took a big gulp of my beer. 

"Are there any motels nearby?" I asked. "I've been driving all day and need to find a place."

She shook her head then laughed, "Motels, around here...are you kidding?" She took another bite of her pizza and smiled at me. "If it weren't for this place, you'd think you were in a ghost town."

"Really, so how does Al make a living if this is a ghost town?" I asked. 

"Cause he makes great pizza and people come from pretty far away to get his pizza, that's why, plus there isn't much competition," she said. "This place rocks on weekends," she added. 

I took a bite of pizza, another sip of beer. "So you don't know of a motel around here," I asked, hoping she'd think of a place. 

"Might be one in Albion, but that's thirty miles from here," she added, finishing her beer. 

"By the way, my name is Anna. What's yours?"

"Hello, Anna." I said, reaching across to shake her hand. "My name is Thom with an h."

Anna sat back in her chair and stretched her legs straight out, next to the table. When she did that her shirt got tighter against her tits and her skirt rose up on her legs. I was getting aroused looking at her long legs barely covered by her skirt. 

"So where are you heading?" she asked. "I mean, how did you ever end out here in little Flowertown?" 

"Well, that's a good question, but to make a long story short, I just decided this morning to take off and see where I'd end up. I just started driving with no idea where I'm heading. No real destination." 

"That's pretty wild," she said. "But want to know something," she added, "that's how I ended up here." 

"What do you mean?" I asked. 

"I was in graduate school at NYU, finishing up my Masters in International Economics and one day just said, what am I doing here and just left. I drove north. I went to a camp near here when I was a kid and I have an aunt who had a house in Flowertown so I came here...that was six months ago and here I am working as a waitress." Just then Al called over to us and said, "Let's wrap it up. I 'm ready to call it a day," he said, turning the light out in the kitchen.

"Mind if we sit here and talk," Anna said. "I'll make sure the door is locked." 

When Al left, he turned off the lights on the other side of the dining room, leaving one on just over our table. It was pretty dark now. "How about another beer," she asked. "I could go for another one. It's nice to have someone to talk to," she added. "I'd love to, but I better get on the road and find a place to stay for the night."

"You're not going to find a place," she said. "Have a beer with me and you can stay at my house for the night," she said. "I've got room and... you never know what might happen." She looked at me and smiled. 

When she got up to get more beer, she stood by me and moved her legs against mine. She looked down at me and smiled. I glanced up at her while she stood touching my leg, her tits were about an inch from my face. My cock was growing hard in my jeans. When she went over to the tap and poured two more beers, she glanced over at me and smiled. 

She came back to the table and placed the beer in front of me. "Are you sure you don't mind me staying at your house?" I asked. "I mean, I'm a stranger."

"That even makes it better," she said. 

"What do you mean?" I asked. I took a big gulp of my beer. 

Anna had her mug at her lips and looked at me over it. She took a drink, put the mug down and smiled. "You know what I mean." 

"No, I'm not sure what you mean." I said. Actually, I did know what she meant and could tell she was teasing me. I was getting into her game. "What makes being strangers better?" I asked. 

"It's hot!" she said, "two strangers fucking each other...no history, no obligations. Just raw fucking. That's what I meant."

I was stunned by her bluntness but liked her open honesty. 

"I bet your cock is hard already, isn't it?" she asked, taking a sip of her beer. "I'm turning you on, aren't I?" She looked me in the eyes.

"Yes," I said. "My cock is hard." I couldn't believe I was talking to her like this. It was so unlike me. 

"You want to fuck me, don't you?" she asked. 

"Yes, I want to fuck your brains out," I said. "I want to ram my cock in your pussy," I said, enjoying talking dirty to her.

"Let's get out of here," she said. "I don't know if I can wait to get home. I'm so horny!"

When we stood up, she stood next to me and grabbed me by the balls. She rubbed her hand up and down on my cock. "Ummmmmm. I want this cock in me," she said, "Take me now!"

She put her hands on my ass and pulled me against her crotch. She started moving against my cock, rubbing up and down against me and moaning. "I love this. I love how you feel. I'm so hot."

She then unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out. She lifted up her skirt, and squirmed out of her panties. "Fuck me!" she said. She sat on the table, spread her legs, then leaned back, her cunt open to me. "Come on and fuck me!"

I couldn't believe what was happening. I stood between her wide open legs, my cock at her entrance. I looked down at her leaning back on the table, her tits tight against her shirt, her nipples poking straight up. I moved my cock up and down on the outside of her wet slit. I leaned forward and Anna wrapped her legs around me and pulled me into her. "Oh, yes," she screamed. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me!" 

I thrust into her and pulled out and then thrust in again, the table moving forward with each thrust. "That's it," she gasped. "Ohhhhmygod, I love it. Fuck me, harder. HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER!" she shouted, lifting herself off the table. 

I was ramming her with my cock as hard as I could. Her legs were wrapped around my waist. Some how I managed to pick her up, my arms around her back and I moved her to the floor, never taking my cock out of her. When we were on the floor she pushed me on my back and began riding my cock. She straddled me, lifting her self off my cock and then plunging down on it, going up and down, up and down, harder and faster, riding me and screaming, OHHHHHHHGOD. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" 

Her big tits were bouncing all over the place. She was out of her mind, looking up at the ceiling and shouting OHHHHH FUCK!"

I could not believe I was on the floor of a pizza place in the middle of nowhere fucking someone I had just met. I looked up at her tits bouncing above me and reached for them, grabbing them rubbing them as hard as I could, loving how soft they were. "Ohhhhhhmygod" she shouted again. "I'M CUMMING. HERE IT COMES. OHHHHHHHHGOD I'M CUMMMMMMMMING!"

She shuddered and convulsed as an orgasm swept over her. She then collapsed on top of me, panting, "Oh wow," she moaned. My cock was still in her. I pushed her over on to her back, grabbed my cock and plowed into her. I was on the verge of cumming. Her hot tight cunt swallowed my cock as I thrust into her with all my strength and rammed her over and over. 

"FUCK ME!" she screamed. 'CUM IN ME!" 

I could feel my sperm boiling in my balls, the tremble rippling up my legs as I rammed into her. "Here it comes," I said, through gritted teeth. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming and just as I erupted in her, I screamed, HERE IT COMES!" as spurt after spurt filled her cunt. 

I then collapsed on her and then rolled over and lay next to her on the floor looking up at the blue ceiling and white clouds with pizzas. Neither of us could speak as we tried to recover from the intensity of our orgasms.

Finally, she sat up and looked down at me and said, "Let's get going, stranger, my house is ten minutes from here. "I think we have a wild night ahead of us." 



A Surprising Journey Ch. 03



While I followed Anna's brown Saab to her house, I tried to make sense out of what was happening. I had no idea where I was or even how I'd ever find my way back home. "Things like this don't happen in real life," I said to myself. "If I read the events of this day in a book, I'd say this is fantasy, unbelievable." The events of the day went through my mind--stopping at an isolated farm stand, finding a sexy woman and fucking in her barn and then a few hours later ending up in an isolated pizza place fucking another sexy woman on the floor was beyond my comprehension, but I could not deny this journey was introducing me to a side of life I had never experienced before. I had fucked more in one day than I have in the last five years. 

Anna turned on her right turn signal and I followed her into a driveway and saw a tiny farmhouse with a dim light on the porch. It was dark. I parked next to Anna's car, got out and followed her up the narrow path. She had a flashlight to show the way. While we were walking, I stopped and looked up at the sky and marveled at the starry night. "Look at all those stars," I said. She stopped and looked up. 

"Amazing," she said. "I come out here at night and think about my being here on this tiny spot looking up at the universe."

"Look at the moon," I said. "Here we are looking up at the same moon that people looked at hundreds of thousands of years ago."

"Right. I've thought that," she said. "And here we are two people who never met before—you just taking off for the unknown and I basically did the same thing and now we're fucking each other."

Her saying that got my cock stirring again. I could not believe this was happening to me. I stood there looking up at the stars trying to make sense out of something that could not be explained.

"Let's go in. My aunt is almost ninety. She's hard of hearing but her mind is as sharp as can be." Anna said. "She's sound asleep by now." 

"Think she'll mind you bringing a stranger here?" I asked. 

"Not Aunt Paula," she said. "She's pretty wild herself. She always says everyone who comes to her house is God-sent and welcomed. She's one of the most open, trusting people I know. She's definitely not your typical old woman." 

"Interesting," I thought. 

"That's why I didn't hesitate to share my pizza with you or let you stay here for the night," Anna continued. "I learned from her that if you're open to what the universe provides, open to life, you will learn important lessons. Life's surprises are gifts to be accepted—even when they don't seem like it at the time." 

"Very interesting philosophy," I said, thinking that maybe this is what I'm suppose to learn from taking off like I did this morning. 

"Come on in, it's chilly out here," she said and we continued up to the house.

When we entered the dark house, Anna turned off the flashlight. Except for a dim light at the top of the stairs, it was pitch black. Anna turned to me, looked me in the eyes, smiled a mischievous smile and then pushed me up against the front door and whispered in my ear, "I want to give you a blow job!" 

She started to unbuckle and unzip my jeans and then said something that really surprised me. "I want to be your slut!" 

"You do," I said, surprised, feeling my cock get hard as she pulled it out. 

"This is my fantasy to be fucked by a stranger," she said, "This is my chance and I'm going to take it. I want you to use me, treat me rough, fuck me hard. Make me your slut! Tell me what you want!"

She was on her knees, holding my cock. She was looking up at me, her short skirt high on her bare thighs. I decided I would play her game. 

"Suck my cock," I said. "Come on baby and give me a blow job!" I never expected to hear me say something like that, but it felt good. It was fun being bad.

She started licking the tip of my cock. I grabbed her hair and pushed my cock into her mouth and heard her moan as she swallowed my cock, then took it out and started licking it up and down with her tongue. She was making sounds as she licked, "Ummmmmmmm" 

"That's it baby, fuck me with your mouth," I said, holding her head and looking down at her hungry mouth, licking my cock like it was a lolli-pop. 

Then she swallowed my cock again, going up and down. Then she took it out of her mouth and put her hand around my cock and started moving her hand up and down, faster and faster, her hand squeezing my cock then she put it back in her mouth. She was so out of control with lust, she couldn't stop sucking and licking and moaning. I didn't think I could last much longer. I felt my sperm rising as I fucked her mouth. She sensed I was about to cum and went back to masturbating me with her hand. 

"Cum for me" she said. "Cum all over me. I want your cum all over me." She let go of my cock and pulled off her tank top revealing her big tits. She then lay on her back on the floor and pulled me down on her, took my cock and wrapped her tits around my cock. "Fuck my tits," she screamed, squeezed her tits around my cock, licking the tip as it came up to her mouth, taking me deeper into her mouth, with each thrusts, sucking and making hungry moans as I moved in and out of her wet mouth. I could feel my sperm boiling and knew I couldn't hold out much longer. Her loud moans as she sucked and her tits squeezing my cock were more than I could bare and suddenly my cock exploded as spurt after spurt went all over her face and tits and I screamed, "I'm cummmming! Here it comes, I'm cummmmmmming!" I couldn't imagine a more intense orgasm as I came in her mouth and watched her licking the cum off of my cock, making hungry slurping sounds. She was looking up at me as she licked, while I watched her tongue moving up and down my cock. I could not believe I was on the floor of this house in the middle of nowhere getting the blowjob of my life.

We were both out of breath and couldn't move. Finally she got up, took my hand and said, "Let's go up stairs. I'm not done with you," She walked up the steps ahead of me and I couldn't take my eyes off her round ass. At the top of the steps she put her arms around me and I could feel her tits pressed against my chest. Then she stepped back and I could see her nipples standing straight out. I couldn't resist grabbing her tits and started licking her nipple. She pulled my head against her and said, "Ohhhh that feels so good, Suck my tits. I love it."

She then pulled away and ran down the hall to a closed door. She turned and looked at me, her tits standing straight out, her legs were spread wide and her tight skirt high on her thighs. She looked sexy and slutty. "Come get me," she said, opening the door and urged me towards her with her finger.

When I entered the room, she was sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs spread. Her finger was in her cunt. She looked at me standing in the doorway and said, "I want you to eat me!"

I got down on my knees between her wide open thighs, took her hand away from her cunt and started licking her pussy lips from one end to the other. She was wet and I loved the musky smell that filled the room. She was in heat. She lifted herself up, pushing her cunt hard against my mouth. "Ohhhhhhmygod Eat me, harder, harder!" I was licking her deeper, fucking her harder with my tongue and trying to hold her writhing body still. 

My tongue found her clit which was sticking out like a small penis. I licked and sucked and she screamed, "That's it," she said. "Right there, ohhhhhhhhmy god, eat me. Keep doing that!"

I managed to get my hand under her and grabbed her ass, pulling her cunt harder against my tongue. She was lifting herself up so that my tongue would go deeper. "EAT ME! EAT ME! THAT IT! OHHHHHHHHHMYGOD."

I couldn't believe my cock was now hard as a rock again. Her screaming was driving me crazy. I stood up and looked down at her with her legs wide open. I took off my jeans in a hurry and tossed them in back of me. She looked up at me then at my cock standing straight out. 

"Move up on the bed," I said.. Her legs were spread wide apart. She looked up at me and then at my cock. "Don't stop! I want you to eat me. I'm so hot! I can't stand it."

"Shut up, slut" I said and got on my knees between her open legs. I grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs so that her knees were next to her tits. I got between her legs, my cock at the rim of her cunt and teased her with my cock. 

DON'T TEASE ME, YOU BASTARD. FUCK ME!" she shouted. 

I moved my cock up and down, playing with her, teasing her, wanting to drive her crazy. I was driving myself crazy. I had never known such lust. 

"You want me to fuck you, don't you," I said. "You want it bad don't you?."

"Don't do this to me," she said. "Come on, don't tease me, god damn it!"

I was moving my cock up and down her wet slit, enjoying her desperate need to be fucked. She was lifting herself up trying to get me in her, but I wanted her to beg. "Tell me what you want," I said. "Come on, baby, beg for my cock." I loved my power over her. 

PLEASE FUCK ME, GIVE IT TO ME, FUCK ME HARD, NOW. I NEED YOUR BIG COCK IN ME!" 

"Say it again. Tell me what you want." I said, holding my cock up and down her dripping cunt. 

"FUCK ME! YOU BASTARD FUCK ME!" 

'Okay, here it comes," I said, through gritted teeth and rammed my cock into her tight wet cunt with all my strength I pulled out and rammed into her again and again and again. I was out of my mind as I fucked her as hard as I could, grunting with each thrust and loving her shouting, OHHHHHHHHHHHHMYGOD. FUCK ME HARDER, HARDER, HARDER, GIVE ME YOUR COCK OHHHHHHHHH!" She took her legs and wrapped them around my waist and pulled me deeper into her. FUCK ME, BABY, HARDER!" 

I didn't know where my strength came from. I was like a wild animal and so was she as we fucked with raw abandon. TAKE IT, BABY! TAKE IT! TAKE IT!" I said as I pounded her cunt, moving my cock up and down and around her cunt before pulling out.

SCREW ME, THAT'S HOW I LIKE IT. SCREW YOUR SLUT!"

Her words took me over the edge and I lifted my cock out of her and rammed into her—ram, ram, ram, ram, until we were both cumming. "I'M CUMMMING" I shouted as I felt my cock explode in her and she screamed, "OHHHHHHGOD HERE IT COMES, HERE IT COMES I'M CUMMING." 

Her strong legs were pulling me into her hot cunt and she was lifting herself off the bed, screaming, "FUCK ME FUCK ME GIVE ME YOUR CUM! DON'T STOP!" "I'M CUMMING" I shouted as spurt after spurt poured out of me and into her sopping wet cunt.

Finally, I collapsed on her but kept my cock in her and I just lay on top of her, gasping for air as she shuddered from the aftershocks of her orgasm. I could not imagine anything wilder than what had happened and didn't want to move. We both lay still, my cock still in her, my head next to hers. 

"Don't move," she whispered," I love how you feel in me," She ran her fingers through my hair, my soft cock felt warm in her as we both came down from the intense frenzy of our lust. 

Finally, she said, "I've got to pee, let me up." I rolled off of her and she kissed me and said, "Don't go anywhere...I'm not done with you." 

I watched her dash down the hall and lay back on the bed. I knew it would be awhile before I could get hard again and was pretty spent after driving all day and having all this sex. When Anna came back, I said, "my turn" and got up went to the bathroom. After relieving myself, I looked in the mirror at my face, my shaggy beard, my grey hair. I looked at my eyes, staring back at me. "You've had quite a day," I said to myself and then looked down at my penis, "So have you," I looked back into my eyes, "So, here you are with this beautiful, sexy woman in the middle of nowhere with no idea of where you're heading." I ran my fingers through my hair, moved my face closer to the mirror. "So what!" I said out loud. "You're alive and having fun, that's all that matters." 

When I went back to the bed room, Anna was laying on the bed on her stomach. She was completely naked. Her legs were spread and her round ass looked so luscious and inviting. I didn't think I could get hard again so soon, but looking at her got me aroused again. She lifted her head and looked back at me standing at the edge of the bed looking down at her. Then she did something that really surprised me. She spread her legs wider and I could see her pussy between her legs. She then reached up, stretching her arms wide and gripping the frame of her bed. She was spread eagle on the bed. Her body was saying, "Take me!"

I got down between her legs, lay down on top of her with my cock in the crack of her ass. I didn't think I could get hard again after our wild fucking. Then I reached up and put my hands on hers on the rim of the bed and spread my legs over her spread legs. We just lay like that for a few minutes, barely moving. "You feel so good on me," she said. "I love how your cock feels there," She then started slowly moving her ass, causing my cock to tingle. She was teasing me, moving slowly, wiggling just enough to get my cock harder. She was moving slowly, grinding her against my cock. Then she started lifting her ass up getting my cock to move harder against her. 

"You like my ass," she said. "I'm turning you on, aren't I?" 

Her ass was rubbing harder against my cock and I could tell she was getting hotter. And so was I. I then took my hands and grabbed her big tits and could feel her nipples. "Ohhhhh yes," she responded to my grip on her tits. 

My cock was now hard as a rock. "You want to fuck me don't you?" 

She got up on her knees. My cock was now on her cunt. She wiggled her ass. Her hands still gripped the bed frame. I was leaning over her, my cock at the edge of wet cunt. She pushed back against my hard cock. "You want your slut, don't you? You want to ram your cock in me, don't you?" 

I moved my cock up and down her slit. If she was teasing me I was going to tease her back. "You feel soooo good," she said, "I held my cock and moved it up and down her slit. "You want it bad, don't you?" she said, then "Ohhhh yes, do that. Do that." 

We were both on the edge. I looked down at her round ass, my cock moving up and down her slit, her wiggling and pushing, slowly working the tip of my cock into her. I wanted to go slow, to play with her, to tantalize her, just like she was tantalizing me. "Ummmmmm," she moaned, Ohhhh yes. I like what you're doing to me,"

Her cunt was hot and wet and I started moving harder against her, slowly going deeper, the tip of my cock just inside the entrance of her cunt. She was pushing back, wanting more, but I wanted to go slow. She was moving faster, pushing back harder, but I held back, knowing she was getting hotter and hotter. She was moaning louder, 'Ohhhhhgod Ohhhhmygod. I can't stand it. Ohhhhh yes, that feels soooooo good." Still, I held back, teasing her, playing with her, wanting to drive her crazy. Her sounds were getting me hotter. My cock was harder. I didn't know how long I could hold back from ramming into her. Her breathing was getting heavier. She was panting, "Ohhhhgod. You're driving me crazy. I need it. I need you in me. Come on give it to me, now. Please I need you to fuck me. Please, ohhhhhhgod,I'm sooo hot." 

My cock was about to explode from her breathless words, urging me to fuck her. Finally, I couldn't stand it any more and I thrust into her with all my strength then pulled out and rammed into her again and again, as she screamed, OHHHHHHHHYES DO ME! OIHHHHHGOD FUCK ME! FUCK ME! HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER! OHHHHHHHHHGOD."

My balls were bouncing against her. My cock was going in and out and she was screaming and shaking as her orgasm swept over her. I was fucking her as hard as I could. I was out of my mind, banging her tight cunt. I knew it would take me awhile to cum after so much fucking. My cock was like an iron rod as I rammed her. I wasn't sure I'd be able to cum, but slowly I felt my sperm begin to rise as I pounded in and out. "I'M CUMMING," I shouted. 

"CUM IN ME. GIVE IT TO ME!" she screamed as I thrust into her and suddenly I exploded and my cum spurted out and filled her cunt. I could not believe the intense sensation as her tight cunt milked my cock. I was exhausted. She then fell to the bed and I collapsed on her. We were both gasping for air. I kept my cock in her and we just lay there for several minutes. I then rolled off of her and lay on my back, while she stayed on her stomach. "You're a wild man," she whispered. 

"You're pretty wild yourself," I said. We were spent and just lay there. I looked over at the window then up at the ceiling, trying to make sense out of the events of this day. "How did I end up in this bed with this sexy woman?" I thought. "Where would all of this lead?"

Just then Anna got up on one arm, looked down at me and said, "Hello, stranger." 

I smiled. "How in the world did I end this day in your bed?" "We're just two ships passing in the night," she said and laughed. 

"And tomorrow we'll be in each other's wake sailing off into our own sunsets," I said. 

"Don't think about tomorrow," she said. "Remember the old song, 'We just have tonight, tomorrow may never come...for all we know." She sang the words." She kissed me and said, "Let's get some sleep."

She reached down and pulled the blankets over us. It had been along time since I slept next to a woman in bed. We were both quiet. I looked out the window and could see the full moon over the trees. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was the warmth of her body next to me. 



A Surprising Journey Ch. 04



Note: This story makes more sense if you read the first three chapters.

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I woke up the next morning to the smell of coffee. Anna was not next to me so I realized she must be downstairs. I found my jeans, got dressed, went into the bathroom to pee, splash some water on my face. I didn't have my tooth brush, so I put some toothpaste on my finger and refreshed my mouth with it. When I entered the kitchen, Anna was at the counter. "Hi, stranger. Want some coffee?"

She was wearing a short kimono style robe with swirling flowers. It was loosely tied at the waist and came just below her ass. When she turned to hand me a mug of coffee, her tits were barely covered by the kimono. We clicked our coffee mugs like they were glasses of wine and she said, "Here's to the rest of your journey." 

"Thanks," I said. "And here's to yours." 

"I'm glad we met," she said. "You were a fantasy come true."

"It was pretty hot," I said. "Nothing like this has happened to me before."

"There's something so exciting about a one night stand with a stranger," she said, then put her coffee down on the counter. She then surprised me by hopping up on the counter. She spread her legs and leaned back, looking me in the eyes. 

"But what's even better is fucking in the morning," she said, kicking her dangling legs back and forth. "Especially after a cup of coffee," she added. 

Looking at her sitting on the counter with her legs spread wide got me hard. She smiled and her eyes invited me to come to her. I finished my coffee and stood between her open legs. I put my mug down and she wrapped her legs around me, her ankles at my ass and pulled me closer. She edged herself forward so that my bulging cock was pressed against her cunt. I put my hands on her tits, loving how her nipples felt though the silky material of her kimono. 

Anna moaned as I rubbed her tits, "Ummmmmm that feels good," 

She then unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and started playing with my hard cock. "You're ready for a good morning fuck, aren't you?" she said, then leaned forward and started licking my ear with her tongue. She then whispered in my ear. "Come on baby, fuck me. Fuck me hard!"

I don't know where my strength came from, but I picked Anna up from the counter and carried her to the kitchen table with her legs wrapped around me. I laid her down on the table and then rammed my hard cock into her hot cunt.

"Fuck me," she said as I thrust in her. "Give it to me hard."

She was pulling me into her tight cunt and I was out of my mind with lust. I felt like an animal and she was responding by lifting her self off the table so that I would go deeper. "Fuck me! Come on, Fuck me harder"

We were looking into each others eyes as we fucked, urging each other on by the intense pleasure of our bodies. "You like this, don't you?" I said, looking down at her. 

"Yessss. Oh yes. I love it. Fuck me. I love your cock in me. Fuck me! Fuck me."

"I'm going to cum in you," I said. 

"Cum in me, Give it to me. I want it!" 

I was ramming into her, harder and faster and felt my sperm rising as I went in and out of her tight cunt. 

I felt her body convulse as an orgasm swept through her and she bit into my shoulder to hold back a scream. Then she looked up at me and bit her lower lip. said, "I'm cummmming. Oh my god fuck me fuck me fuck me."

My swollen cock burst with spurt after spurt as I thrust in and out. "Here I go," I said and felt my climax explode as I pounded her cunt even harder, feeling her milk every ounce of sperm out of me. I then collapsed on top of her and for minutes could not move as her strong legs held me in her.

After a few minutes of hard breathing, Anna whispered into my ear, "Thank you stranger." 

I got up, pulled Anna off the table and we hugged for a minute. "So where are you off to?" she asked. 

"I'm not sure." I responded. "I have no destination. I'm just on the road for a few days then maybe I'll head back home."

"Give me your e-mail address and I'll give you mine," she said. "Maybe we'll meet up again—only we won't be strangers."

"I'd like that," I said. "I never expected to find such a nice bed to sleep in," I said. "And I have a pretty good bed that would look good with you in it." I still couldn't believe I was having this kind of a conversation with a sexy young woman like Anna. 

She walked me out to my car, holding my arm. She looked radiant in the morning sunlight. We didn't speak. I opened the door and got in. She stood by the door and we smiled at each other. She waved as I backed out on to the road. It felt right to not even say goodbye. 

I drove down a two lane road with a few houses scattered here and there. I was still in the middle of nowhere, amazed at the two sexy women I had met in one day and wondered what would happen next to make this journey even more memorable, if that was possible. 

After two hours, I saw a sign that said, "Entering Frenchtown." I crossed a bridge over a wide river and onto the main street. I saw a sign, Left Bank Books and Café. "That's interesting, a café right on the left bank of the river in a town called Frenchtown. I was reminded of Paris and the famous artists and writers who lived in Paris in the twenties. I decided to stop for a coffee and croissant and read for awhile. 

It was late morning and the café was empty. It was tiny with books on all three walls, about eight tables and a counter with a variety of pastries. When I entered, a man wearing an apron at the counter greeted me. He had a goatee and wore a black beret. "Bon jour," he said. 

I wondered if he was living out some fantasy, but responded, "Bon jour."

The coffee was self-serve. I got a mug from the counter, selected a croissant from the counter and sat at a table in the corner. I liked how informal the café was. 

I looked over the books on the shelf behind me and saw a book, "The Birth of Tragedy" by Nietzsche. I reached for it and started turning the pages, stopping here and there, not really reading, but more browsing through it. I stopped at a sentence, "Truth is whatever is life-affirming; false is whatever denies or impedes growth." I took a sip of coffee and let the book stay open to that page. I thought about my journey and the words, "life-affirming." 

While I was thinking, the door opened and a woman wearing faded tight jeans and a black tee-shirt entered, went to the counter and poured herself a coffee and sat down at a table at the opposite end of the café. I loved how sexy her round ass looked in those tight jeans. She had long straight blond hair and it was difficult to tell how old she was. I guessed about thirty-five. She was tan and looked as if she spent a lot of time outdoors. She took out a notebook from a large canvas bag and started writing. She was writing quickly and intensely, as if what she was writing was urgent. I tried reading my book but was fascinated by the woman and kept glancing at her, wondering what she was writing. 

She then put her pen down, took a sip of her coffee and glanced over at me. Our eyes met, but quickly went back to her notebook and mine to the open page of my book. I read for a moment then looked over at her. She was reading her notebook, crossing out words and then continued writing. She then got up to pour her self another cup of coffee. I could not take my eyes off of her round ass in the tight jeans. She was thin with long legs. "What a beautiful woman," I thought. "I wonder what she's writing about." She glanced over at me as she walked back to her table. Our eyes met. She sat down and started writing again. I tried reading but every few minutes looked over at her writing with such intensity. 

Finally, she put her pen down, took a sip of her coffee and looked over at me. She closed her notebook. I closed the book I was reading. I looked at her and as our eyes met, she smiled. I smiled back. We didn't move. We just looked at each other. 

I was fascinated by her and it looked like she was fascinated by me. It was clear we wanted to meet each other, but we just stared at each others' eyes and didn't move.

She bit her bottom lip as she looked at me. Who was going to make the first move?

I felt my cock grow hard as I looked at her. There was definitely lust in the room.

Finally, I walked over to her table and sat down. She looked at me but didn't speak. 

I glanced down at her notebook. "I noticed you were writing pretty intensely," I said. 

"Yes. I always do." she replied. 

"What are you writing?" I asked. "Is that a journal?"

"No." she said. "Are you always so nosey?" she asked. 

"No," I answered. "But I'm a writer and was curious about you."

"I'm curious about you, too." She said. "So what do you write?"

"Historical novels for young people," I answered. 

"Interesting," she said. 

"What do you write?" I asked. 

"I'm not sure I should tell you," she answered. She lowered her eyes and then looked up again and smiled. "You might get the wrong impression."

"Why would I get the wrong impression?" 

She took a sip of her coffee and picked up her notebook. "You look so intellectual," she said. "You might think what I write is frivolous."

"I'm not that intellectual," I said. "And I doubt that what you write is frivolous.

You don't look like a frivolous person." I added. 

She laughed. "Thanks. I'm not a frivolous person. In fact, I'm quite serious. 

I take everything I do seriously."

"I'm not surprised," I said. 

"Who are you?" she asked. "I'm Sharon."

"I'm Thom, spelled with an h."

"What are you doing in Frenchtown?" she asked. 

"Good question." I answered. "I left home yesterday like Huck Finn lighting out for the territory. My life was getting too civilized, too comfortable. Something made me get in my car and just take off."

"Good for you," Sharon said. "Living hour by hour," she added. 

"I like that."

"So what brought you to Frenchtown? I asked.

"My truck," she said, laughing. "About twenty years ago. I left LA where I was a screen writer and came to this town, built a small cabin about a mile from here and I made a life for myself and my daughter. I hated LA and did not want to raise my daughter there." 

"What do you do besides write?" I asked.

"I'm a gardener for a few people."

"That's why you're so tan and fit looking." I said. 

"Yep, I work pretty hard to put bread on the table and paying off my daughter's college loans." 

"You've got a daughter who graduated college?" I asked. "You don't look that old."

"Well, I had her when I was eighteen and raised her without a father, so that's the story. Now it's just me and my horse."

"I see." I added. "Sounds like you know how to take care of yourself."

"I get by. It's a pretty quiet life. I live in an unfinished cabin with out a kitchen. I cook on a hot plate and keep things pretty simple."

"So, are you going to tell me what you write?" I asked.

She looked at me, bit her lower lip before answering. "I write erotica."

"Erotica," I repeated. "Interesting, is that why you thought I might think it was frivolous?"

"I guess so," she said. "I've written other kinds of stories but I like writing about sex. It's a real turn on."

"I haven't read any erotica," I said. 

"You haven't? She said. "Well, it's got a bad reputation, but actually, there are some great writers of erotica, but like anything, there's a lot of junk however, when it's good, it's really good." 

"I see," I said. "I'll have to check it out."

She paused for a minute and looked at me. "Would you like to hear some?"

she asked. 

"Here?" I answered, "in the middle of this café."

"No, silly. Come to my cabin and I'll read you some of what I've written."

"You hardly know me. Are you sure?"

"I'd love to read to you. Come on, I'm only ten minutes from here and I don't have any gardening jobs today."

I could not believe this was happening to me--a sexy woman inviting me to her cabin to hear erotic stories. 

When we walked to the counter, I offered to pay for her coffee. She was in front of me. Her faded tight jeans looked so sexy and I could see her nipples poking through her black tee shirt and knew this was going to be an exciting afternoon.

She got in to her big black pick-up truck with shovels and rakes in the back. I followed her out of town. We turned into a long lane that went through some woods and then into a clearing. Her cabin was charming and definitely half finished, but I was impressed that she built it herself. There was a lean-to shed and small fenced in yard with a horse looking at us as we drove up. "That's Gypsy," she said, "my best friend." 

I followed Sharon up an overgrown path to the cabin. She had a lot of plants on the steps. When we entered, it was filled with plants on all the tables and hanging baskets from the windows. She had one wall filled with books. She said, "I'll put on some tea and then I'll read to you."

I looked around the small one room cabin and noticed a ladder going up to a loft. One wall was filled with photographs of a little girl at various stages of growing up. "Where's your daughter now?" I asked. 

"She's a journalist in DC. She's covering court cases but she's written about some of the protest marches." 

"So, you're both writers," I said. 

"Yes, except April gets paid for it," she said. "I send my stories to a web site called Literotica. I don't get paid but occasionally I get feedback. People seem to like my stories."

Sharon put the tea on the round table next to the window. She picked up a folder and sat down across from me. "I want you to know I've never read these to anyone. You're the first person. In fact, you're the first man who has been in my cabin in years."

"I'm surprised. Such a pretty woman doesn't have men knocking down your door."

"I like it that way." She said. "But there was something about you that caught my interest. Maybe it's your white beard." she said. "I've always preferred older men, except around here, the older men are all married, drunks and usually both."

"I'm flattered that you invited me to hear your stories," I said. "It's not everyday I get to hear a beautiful woman read erotica to me."

"It's a little scary for me," she said. "I've never done this before, but I always follow my intuition and this feels right." 

Sharon opened up her folder and picked through the stories. "Here's one I think you'll like." she said. "It's called 'The Pickup." 

"I'm all ears," I said, taking a sip of tea. 

She looked at me, smiled, cleared her throat and started reading. 

The Pickup

It was a Friday night and I was horny. I decided to go on the prowl and see if I could pick some guy up and bring him back to my bed. I knew it was dangerous but that added to the excitement. I got dressed in the black dress I bought for such occasions. It was tight and came mid-thigh. It was cut very low in the front and barely covered my tits. The push up bra I wore revealed a lot of cleavage. I put on a pair of black shiny boots that came just below my knee. I looked at myself in the mirror and said if this doesn't hook me a man, nothing will. I put on a small black beret that added to the look. My long blond hair came half way down my back. I know what men like in women and I like showing my body off. I was out for the kill."

Sharon glanced up at me to see how I was reacting. It was hard for me to believe the character she was creating and made me wonder if this was actually a fantasy of hers. I smiled and said, "Go on." She took a sip of her tea and continued reading. 

"I drove to my favorite bar called "The Pink Flamingo." It was the place to go to meet people on the prowl. It was dark and usually had a good band. I went to the bar and ordered a Martini. The place was crowded with people dancing, grinding away with the music. I sipped my drink and looked around to see if I could see anyone who looked interesting. I turned around on my stool, leaned back so that my tits stood out. My legs were crossed and the black dress was high on my thighs. I knew it wouldn't take long to lure some horny guy—someone as horny as me. 

Just then I saw him and he saw me. He was standing on the other side of the room, with a glass in his hand. Our eyes met and he smiled and lifted his glass to me. I smiled back then turned around on my stool to face the bar. I took a sip of my drink and then glanced back at him and smiled again. I wanted him and was luring him to me. He came and stood next to me and smiled. He was tall with deep blue eyes and a dimple when he smiled. He had long brown hair and an earring dangling from one ear. He wore a tight maroon tee shirt and tight jeans—just the kind of guy that turned me on." 

Sharon stopped reading for a minute and bit her lower lip. She looked at me.

"Does this surprise you?" she asked. 

"Yes, but I'm enjoying it." I said. "You write well. It's giving me a little insight into you," I added. I didn't tell her I was getting turned on hearing it. My cock was bulging in my jeans. I wondered if she was getting hot reading to me. 

"I can't believe I'm reading this to you." she said. "I don't know what got into me, to do this." 

"You're a writer and you want to be heard," I said. "Keep reading."

She smiled and looked down at her story. She took another sip of tea, glanced back at me and started to read.

"Can I buy you another drink," he asked. 

"Sure," I said. "I bet you want to get me drunk so you can fuck me,"

"I didn't expect you to be so direct, but I think that's why you're here, isn't it?"

"Maybe," I said, smiling coyly. "And why are you here?"

"To meet someone like you," he said. 

"I see. And do you like what you see?" I asked. 

"I do. You're beautiful and horny," he said.

"You're right and I could say the same about you."

He ordered us two more drinks. He had his hand on my thigh and was inching it up towards my crotch. "You don't waste time, do you?" I said, as I placed my hand on his. 

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked.

"No, I like it. I'm getting hot with your hand there." I said.

"Me, too," he said, looking at my tits barely covered by my dress."You're 

pretty hot looking." 

Our drinks came and I took a big hit of the Martini and he took a big sip of his scotch. 

"Should we tell each other our real names or make up names? I asked.

"Names don't matter. We're not interested in a relationship, are we?" he said and smiled. 

"No relationship. I just want to get fucked," I said.

"Me too." 

I was drunk and leaned into him, my tits against his arm. He had his hand up my dress, gently squeezing my thigh. It was close to my cunt and he knew he was tantalizing me. I reached over and rubbed my hand up and down his cock. I could tell he was big and I was going to have a work out tonight. 

"Come home with me," I said. "I need you to fuck me."

"Let's go in the alley," he said. "I need to fuck you now. I'm so horny."

He grabbed my hand and we went outside and down an alley next to the bar. It was dark. He pushed me against the wall, lifted up my dress. I wasn't wearing panties.I wanted him. I grabbed his balls and then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out. "Fuck me," I said. 

He turned me around, lifted up my dress. I bent over with my hands on the wall. He took his cock and moved it up and down my slit and then rammed into me as hard as he could. 

"Oh god, fuck me. That's it, fuck me hard," I screamed, not caring if anyone heard me."

Sharon looked at me. I looked at her. She bit her lower lip and I could see her nipples poking through her tee shirt. She was breathing heavily and was getting turned on by her own story. "Would you like to hear more?" she asked. 

I nodded yes. Sharon glanced at the bulge in my jeans and smiled. "I can tell you like this story." 




A Surprising Journey Ch. 04



His big cock was ramming into me and the juice from my cunt was dripping down my thigh He whispered in my ear, "Do you want me to stop?"

"Keep fucking me, you bastard. I want your cock in me. Give it to me harder!"

He grabbed my tits while he continued fucking me and whispered in my ear, "I love your tight cunt. I love fucking you."

His breath on my ears and his dirty talk was driving me crazy and I screamed, "Cum in me, baby. I want it bad. Fuck me ohhhhhhhhgod Fuck me harder!" 

Suddenly, Sharon put down her story. My cock was bulging in my jeans. I couldn't hear another word I was so aroused. She looked at me then stood up. 

I stood up. She came to me. Her eyes were staring at me, telling me she was hot and horny. I put my arms around her and grabbed her round ass and pulled her to me and started rubbing her crotch against my cock. We didn't speak. We were grinding our bodies against each other. She bent back so that her cunt was moving up and down my bulging cock. I leaned over her pushing my cock into her crotch as she moved up and down. She was moaning in my ear and then she stood up and straddled my leg and started riding my thigh, sliding up and down. We were both out of our minds with lust. Her tits were pressed against my chest. I loved how her ass felt in my hands. I loved the sounds she made as she rubbed her cunt against my leg.

We were both so aroused by her story and now we were getting hotter and hotter and had to fuck. We couldn't stand in any longer. Finally, she said, "Come with me,"

She took my hand and led me to the ladder to her loft. We still did not say a word. I followed her up the ladder, looking up at her luscious ass just above me. 

Her bed was just a mattress on the floor. She got on the bed and wiggled out of her jeans. I took mine off and looked at her laying there with her legs open to me. She took off her black tee shirt and I saw her big tits and nipples sticking up. My cock was standing straight out and I got down between her open legs and tried plunging into her wet tight cunt, but she was too tight. 

She screamed, "Ohhhhhhgod, Go slow. It's been awhile."

I couldn't enter her right away and moved my cock up and down her pussy lips. She was already wet. I was on the edge of her cunt, moving in a little at a time as she opened up to me. She then started lifting herself up to take my cock into her. I started licking her tits and she pressed my head into her tits as my tongue played with her nipples, causing her to moan. "Oh I like that."

I was getting my cock deeper in her with each thrust when she flipped me off of her and climbed on me "I want to ride you," she said. "I want to be your cowgirl," she said. I wondered if this was another fantasy of hers. She straddled me and lifted herself up, grabbed my cock and impaled herself on it.

"Ahhhhhhhhhyes!" she screamed. She was going wild-- her tits bouncing, her hair flying all over the place. It was as if she was making up for lost time, fucking me like I was a bucking bronco. She looked down at me. "Fuck me!"

I lifted myself off the bed and was thrusting into her and she came down on my cock, wiggling her cunt around before rising up and coming down again. "OH FUCK!" she screamed. "FUCK FUCK FUCK" she screamed every time my cock filled her cunt. "OH MY GOD, YOUR COCK FEELS SOOOOOO GOOD." 

She was out of her mind as she came down harder and harder. Then she screamed. OOOOOHHHHHGOD I'M GOING TO CUM." 

I was glad we were in the woods or the whole town would have come. A huge orgasm swept over her as she screamed even louder, "I'M CUMMING OHHHHHHHHHHGOD.OH YES! YES! AHHHHHHHHHH!" And she collapsed on me. 

I hadn't come yet. So I flipped her on her back, I pushed her legs wide apart and moved them so that her knees were at her tits. I was so turned on by her story and how wild she was. My cock was like a hot iron. It was swollen with lust. Her pink wet cunt was completely open to me. I grabbed my cock and rammed into her, then out, in and out, each thrust was harder than the last. She screamed, FUCK ME! I LOVE IT! OHHHHHHHGOD GIVE ME YOUR COCK." 

Her dirty talking was firing me up. I loved how she was screaming, begging me to fuck her. 

"You like to fuck, don't you, baby. You've missed being fuck and now you want it bad, don't you?"

"Yes, I want it bad, fuck me harder. Harder. Give it to me Do me hard! Harder. Fuck me!"

"You like my cock in you, don't you. You love being fucked! Tell me how much you like it.!"

"You're cock feels huge in my tight cunt! I love how you're fucking me." 

Our eyes were locked on each other. I loved how she looked at me and told me what she wanted. 

"OHHHHHHGOD FUCK ME! HARDER. FUCK ME!"

I was about to explode as I rammed into her tight cunt, I'm cumming," I yelled. "I'M CUMMING." 

"CUM IN ME. GIVE IT TO ME. I LOVE HOW YOU'RE FUCKING ME!" 

"HERE IT COMES! OH. OH OH! I'M CUMMING" and I erupted my sperm into her and her tight cunt milked me as I rammed harder into her, finally collapsing on her body, both of us gasping for air.

We didn't speak as we looked up at the ceiling, trying to catch our breath. 

She got up on her elbow and looked down at me. We smiled, but didn't speak. 

"I have a feeling you liked my story," she said. 

"I did, but I like this story better," I laughed. 

"Maybe if you stick around awhile, I'll read you a bed time story," she said. 

"If it's anywhere like the last one, I don't think we'll sleep much tonight."

"I'll take my chances," she said, putting her head on my shoulder. It didn't take long for us to doze off. 



A Surprising Journey Ch. 05



The sun was pouring in through the skylight over the bed. I glanced over at Sharon asleep and thought about the events that brought me to this moment. Meeting her at the Left Bank Café, getting invited to hear her read her erotic story and here I was fucking this fascinating sexy woman. My journey was not only introducing me to lusty women, it was giving me a surprising perspective on my life. Until two days ago, when I impulsively left my routine and just took off with no idea where I was heading, I had no idea how little I knew about life. I knew history. I was a scholar and loved writing my historical novels, but now I was wondering if I could ever return to my previous way of living. For years I had been disciplined, conscientious, responsible—the virtues I believed were admirable. I believed Ben Franklin's motto, "Early to bed, early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise." Well, now I wondered whether it should say, "makes a man healthy, wealthy and ...boring."  

I got out of bed and glanced over at Sharon sleeping. I slipped on my jeans and went down the ladder and found the tiny bathroom. While I was peeing I looked down at my penis and thought, "You sure have been getting a lot of exercise, lately." I glanced at myself in the mirror, looked into my eyes, nodded to my image and said, "They say you can't teach an old dog new tricks, but you seem to be learning some tricks pretty quickly."

I heard Sharon coming down the ladder and when I opened the bathroom door, she was there, "Hi," she smiled. She was wearing her jeans but no top. "Mind if I use the potty," she said. 

"It's all yours," I said as she squeezed by me, her tits rubbing against my chest. 

When she came out, she asked, "How about a cup of tea?" She seemed a little nervous as she filled the kettle and put it on the hot plate. We were silent and it felt awkward. Finally, she said, "I feel a little weird. I've never done anything like this before."

"It's weird for me, too," I said. "I was just thinking how my life has suddenly changed by my taking off like I did."

"I'm shy," she said. "I keep to myself and live a quiet life."

"Me, too," I said, "But now I'm wondering why. Is it fear? Is it wanting to play it safe and protect myself?"

The teapot whistled and she poured two mugs over the teabags she had placed in them. 

When she handed me my mug, our fingers touched. She smiled at me. "Now here I am with a stranger in my cabin with my tits exposed and I like it. I know I write erotica because it's safe. I can fantasize about things that would never happen in real life and then, look what happened today." 

"Your story surprised me," I said.

"Wait until you hear some of the others," she said. "My imagination is much wilder than I am," she added. 

"But does that mean you want to be that wild?" I asked.

She took a sip of her tea and looked me in the eyes. "Yes, I think I do, but I frighten myself."

"What do you mean? I asked. 

"I don't understand why I write what I do? Why do I fantasize about being raped and ravished? What does that say about me? I don't want to be raped."

"Those are honest questions." I said. 

"The story I read to you, "The Pickup," I wouldn't dress like that or do what she did to pick up a stranger."

"But you did. You picked up me in the café."

"That's right, but it's not the same. I didn't dress up in order to lure a man,"

"You looked pretty sexy in those tight jeans and tee shirt without a bra," I said. "Maybe you do try to seduce men with your body and don't realize it and the way we looked each other was definitely sexy." 

Sharon was silent. She looked at me, surprised at what I said. "I like how I look and feel in tight jeans. And maybe you're right. I was attracted to you and I was writing an erotic story. I was turned on by how you looked at me, but it was very hard for me to invite you to my cabin. I've never done anything like that before."

"You followed your urge and overcame your fear and went after something you wanted." I said. "You were tired of living a fantasy life and when we met, you grabbed the opportunity."

Sharon looked at me and took a sip of her tea before speaking. "You're right. I am tired of fantasizing about fucking and wanted this to happen. I'd say we're both lucky." She looked at me and smiled. 

"We are lucky. Life is filled with opportunities but we must grab them and that's what we did." 

"That reminds me of a story I wrote. Would you like to hear another story?" she asked.  

"Sure, but if it's like the other one, I'm not sure you'll get to finish it."

Sharon laughed then picked up her folder and thumbed through the pile. Before she read, she got up to pour both of us more tea. I loved how she looked in her tight jeans and her tits sticking out. When she came back to the table, she smiled. "I like how you look at me," she said. 

I smiled and asked, "So what's the name of this story?"

Sharon took a sip of her tea and said, it's a rape fantasy called, "Wanting It." I'm almost embarrassed to read it but I want you to hear it." She looked at me and then down at her story. " Here it goes....Wanting it!"

Caroline was in her senior year at the College of Art and was a painting major. She had access to the studios at anytime and spent most of her waking hours in the cozy corner of the big studio next to a large floor to ceiling window. It was on the north side of the building and she loved the light that came in. She also spent a lot of time in her studio because she had a huge crush on her teacher, Jonathan Lockhart. He also spent a lot of time in the studio since his divorce. He was a developing a good reputation as an artist and was preparing for a show at the Peterson Gallery, a prestigious place to have a one-man show. 



Though he had a studio at his house, since the divorce, he could not afford another studio so used the college. Caroline loved being in the studio with Jonathan and valued his comments on her painting but more than that she wanted him. When he stood next to her looking at her painting, she wanted him to grab her and fuck her on the floor. They would talk about color and shapes and how the lines intersect and what were her plans and how much talent she had, but everything was intellectual. She suppressed her lust and pretended that their relationship was teacher-student, nothing more, but the more she suppressed, the hornier she got. He was in his forties, graying slightly. She was twenty, a student, someone teachers were not suppose take advantage of.

Caroline was determined, however, to have him cross over the line and fuck her. She became obsessed and could not wait to get to the studio every morning, knowing he would be there working on his show. She stayed late at night and he was impressed with how serious she was as a painter but had no clue at how serious she was about seducing him. 

She knew she had to be more aggressive to get beyond the platonic, intellectual relationship. She started wearing sexier clothes--short mini skirts with low cut blouses, tight low cut jeans with tee shirts without a bra. When he stood next to her, she stood closer than usual and brushed her tits against his arm. It was late spring and the days were getting hotter. She wore tight cut off jeans that barely covered her ass and her bikini top which barely contained her tits. She caught him looking at her body a few times and smiled at him, letting him know she liked how he looked at her. She thought she was breaking through his reserve but knew she he had to be brazen and daring to get him to take her. 

Sharon looked up at me and took a sip of her tea. The story was giving me insight into the way some women think. I didn't know what to say at first, but knew she wanted some reaction. "I like the story," I said. "I think I'm a lot like Jonathan,"    

"That's interesting, because though I'm not like Caroline I would like to be," she said. 

"You'd like to be more daring and seductive," I asked. 

"Yes, but I'm too afraid." Sharon paused and then continued reading. 



One night Caroline brought a bottle of wine to the studio, got two glasses and walked over to Jonathan's side of the studio. All the other students were gone. She wore a short tight denim skirt, a small peasant blouse that was low on her shoulders and revealed a lot of cleavage. She wore no bra and knew her tits were visible through the blouse. "If this doesn't get him to fuck me, nothing will," she thought.

Jonathan was painting and Caroline stood next to him, holding the wine. "Let's get drunk," she said. 

Jonathan stopped painting and looked at her. "Caroline!" he said. "What are you saying?"

"I said, let's get drunk and fuck." she said. 

"What's gotten into you?" he asked. 

"Come on, Jonathan. I see how you look at me. Stop pretending you're this damn high and mighty art teacher and I'm just your student. " 

"Caroline, this is crazy, I can't. We can't." he said, shocked at her behavior.  

"Who says we can't. Admit it, you like me and you like my body. I see how you look at me. So why can't we be more than teacher and student. I can tell you want to fuck me."

Caroline poured two glasses of wine and handed one to Jonathan. "Come on let's get drunk. I have a joint here and we can get stoned and fuck each other like wild animals."

 "I've never seen this side of you," Jonathan said. 

 "That's because you wouldn't look, but I've been seducing you for weeks and I see how you look at me that you like what you see. You've been wanting this to happen."



Jonathan took a sip of wine and looked at Caroline smiling at him. She took a sip of her wine. "Admit it, I turn you on. You want me but think it's wrong to fuck a student and that's stupid. Admit it, you want to fuck me."

Jonathan was silent. He looked Caroline in the eyes and then looked at her tits Caroline watched his eyes and said smiled. "You want to grab my tits, don't you Jonathan? Admit it, be honest with yourself. You' ve been wanting to fuck me for weeks haven't you?"

"Caroline, I have to admit it, I do find you attractive," he said.

"No you find me more than attractive. I make you horny," Caroline said. "I see how you look at my ass and then you look away when I turn, Admit it, Jonathan"   

 "Yes, I find you sexy and I admit it Caroline, if I weren't your teacher, I'd want to...ah, fuck you." 

"That's what I wanted to hear. Now we're being honest."

They finished one glass of wine and then another. They sat on the bench Jonathan had in front of his canvas where he'd sit and study his work. Caroline took out a joint, lit it and passed it to Jonathan. 

Sharon looked over at me. "Would you like to get stoned?" she asked. "I have some pot."

"Sure," I said. "I had some the other day for the first time in years."

Sharon opened up a small metal box and had a joint already rolled. "I keep this stash here for inspiration," she said.

She lit the joint, took a hit and passed it to me. "Are you trying to seduce me like Caroline?" I asked. 

"Maybe," Sharon answered and took a deep hit of the joint, then passed it to me with a big smile. Ready to hear the rest of the story?" she asked.

It was getting dark out and Sharon had some candles on the table and lit them. She moved her pages closer to the candle light and started to read. The pot was taking affect and I stared at the flickering flame of the candles as she continued reading. 





The combination of wine and pot relaxed Jonathan. Caroline sat next to him on the bench and kept her thigh pressed against his. The wine was finished. The joint was smoked. Caroline reached into her pocketbook and took out two candles already in candle holders. She lit them and placed them on a small table next to the bench. She then walked over to the light switch and turned out the light. When she came back she stood in front of Jonathan, spread her legs and straddled him, but did not sit down. He looked up at her as she looked down at him with a devilish smile. Her short skirt was high on her thighs. She leaned forward so that her tits were at eye level. He looked at her tits and her open legs hovering above his cock straining to burst through his jeans. 

"You want to fuck me now don't you?" she said. 

"Yes," Jonathan said. 

Caroline sat down on his lap, her legs spread, her cunt against his bulging cock.

"I want to hear you say it," she said, "Tell me what you want to do to me" She rubbed her cunt up and down and looked Jonathan in the eyes.

 Just then Jonathan grabbed Caroline's 'ass and said, "Okay damn it, I want to fuck you. Is that what you want to hear?" He started pulling her against him and pushing his cock harder against her cunt. "I want you!" he said, tightening his grip on her ass. "I'm going to fuck your god damn brains out," he added. 

Suddenly Caroline stopped rubbing against his cock and pushed his hands away from her ass. "What do you think you're doing?" she asked. She then got up and backed away pretending to be frightened. 



"What's wrong?" Jonathan asked. 

"We shouldn't be doing this Mr. Lockhart. You're a teacher. And I'm just an innocent student. This is naughty."

Jonathan was surprised at this turn of events but his cock was so hard and the wine and pot had broken down his reserve. He stood up and had an angry look as she backed away.

"What's going on?" he asked. "Damn it, you're a cock tease." 

"I'm sorry. Mr. Lockhart, I didn't mean to get you so worked up. I didn't know how I was dressed would make you so horny." 

Caroline backed up and Jonathan moved forward. "You're a tease." He moved towards her and grabbed her wrists, "And now you're going to get what you deserve."

"No, Mr. Lockhart. Please Mr. Lockhart, don't hurt me."

"Caroline, don't play games with me. You want it. You want me to fuck you."

Caroline had never seen this look on his face or the tone of voice, but this was exciting her. She was getting what she wanted. 

Jonathan grabbed Caroline's blouse and pulled it down so that her tits were exposed. He then pulled him to her with his hands firmly on her ass and ground his cock into her cunt. "Let me go, Mr. Lockhart. Don't rape me."



Suddenly, they were on the floor. Jonathan had her legs spread. He ripped off her panties and held her down as Caroline tried wriggling away. 

"You want this," he said. "You want it bad, don't you?"

"No. No. No." Caroline screamed, pounding on his chest "Let me go!" 

Jonathan spread her legs and plunged his cock into her wet cunt. He knew she was ready for him and as he rammed into her, she said, "No Stop, please stop," but at the same time, lifted her self up so that he could get deeper. 

Jonathan face was above hers. He looked her in the eyes with a fierceness she had never seen. "You're a god-damn cock tease and you're getting what you want, aren't you?" 

"Yes, oh, yes, I want it bad. Fuck me!" She was getting what she wanted and screamed louder, 'FUCK ME. I WANT IT. DO ME HARDER!"



Just then Sharon looked up at me and I looked at her. Her mouth was open and she was breathing heavily. She put the story on the table. My cock was bulging in my jeans. Her legs were spread open in front of me, the seam of her jeans tight against her crotch. Her nipples were sticking out. She was looking into my eyes, biting her lower lip. It was as if she became Caroline and I became Jonathan. 

 I stood up and grabbed her wrist. "What are you doing?" she asked. She tried to shake loose and looked up at me. "What are you doing?" she repeated. 

"What do you think I'm doing?" I pulled her up from the chair. My hands were tight on her arms as I pushed her up against the ladder to her loft and held her there. "I want you!" I said. I then grabbed her ass and pulled her against me, rubbing my cock into her. 

"Please, let me go. Don 't hurt me," she whimpered and tried to squirm away. 



"You can't read a story like that and expect to get away with it. You're going to get what you deserve you cock tease. "

"Let me go. You can't do this to me!"

"Oh yes I can," I said, my face up against hers. "I held her ass with one hand, unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down. I was wild with lust. 

"Tell me you don't want me to fuck you," I said. "Come on." Tell me to stop."

"Don't do this. Let me go," she screamed. "You can't do this to me."

"I'm giving you what you want," I said, spreading her legs and moving my cock up and down her pussy, forcing my self into her wet entrance. She was dripping with juice from her story and from what I was doing. I then lowered her to the floor, spread her legs and thrust into her and then pulled out. "You like that, don't you?" 



My cock was just above her cunt. I whispered in her ear. "Beg for it. Tell me to fuck you. I won't fuck you until you beg for it." I looked her in the eyes. 

She looked up at me, her mouth opened, breathing heavily, but did not speak. "You want it bad, don't you? You think you can get away with being a cock tease, don't you?"

"Let me go," she said, "Please, don't do this to me," she yelled.   

I held her down and moved my cock up and down against her wet cunt. 

Sharon moaned, feeling my hot cock on her cunt. "You want my cock in you, don't you? You want it bad, don't you, don't you? Beg for it."

With each swipe of her cunt, the tip of my cock went deeper, making her hotter. Finally, she pushed back and said, "Stop teasing me you bastard. Fuck me!" 



"You really want it, don't you?" I said, keeping my cock on the edge of her pussy, putting the tip in and pulling out. 

"You're driving me crazy," she yelled. Her eyes were fierce. "Fuck me, you god damn bastard!" she yelled. "Don't tease me. Give it to me. Fuck me, now."

I liked how worked up she was and how her dirty words filled the room. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her ankles locked, pulling me into her. But I held back, resisting the strength of her legs. She lifted her ass up off the floor, desperately trying to get my cock into her cunt. She yelled, FUCK ME, DAMN YOU. I WANT IT BAD. FUCK ME HARD!" 



I loved how out of her mind with lust she was and it was all I could do not to ram my swollen cock into her. Finally, I couldn't stand it any more and I let her pull me into her, my cock going deep with my first thrust. I then pulled out and rammed into her again and again and again, harder and harder. 

'With each thrust, Caroline screamed, "OHHHHHHHHMYGOD I LOVE IT I LOVE IT FUCKME FUCK ME!

"You like my cock in you, don't you?" I said through gritted teeth as I pounded her tight cunt."

"OH YES, YES, I LOVE HOW YOU'RE FUCKING ME!"

I loved how her tight cunt felt on my swollen cock and how wet she was. I knew I was on the verge of cumming but wanted to hold it back until she exploded with her orgasm, but I knew it would be close.

I rammed into her like a piston, her screaming urging me to pound harder. Finally, she shuddered and screamed, 'OHHHHHHHHHGOD I'M CUMMING. FUCK ME FUCK ME I'M THERE!"

Her words took me over the edge and I felt my climax rising from my legs up, into my cock, erupting and my hot sperm spurting into her, causing me to yell, HERE IT COMES. I'M CUMMING!"

'CUM IN ME," she yelled. GIVE IT TO ME! FUCK ME!"

I could not believe how intensely I came as spurt after spurt of my sperm filled her cunt. I was spent and collapsed on her, my cock still in her. Neither of us could move. We were panting and gasping for air. I rolled over and lay next to her on the floor. We couldn't speak. 

"Wow, that was wild," she finally said. 

"See what you started by reading me your story," I said. "This is all your fault."

"No it's not," she said. "You're just a dirty old man who takes advantage of young writers."

"No, you're a horny woman who seduces men with erotic stories." 




A Surprising Journey Ch. 05



Sharon was quiet for a minute than said. "Maybe you're right, but maybe I should be more careful who I read to....You're a pretty dangerous guy for a girl to bring home."

"Maybe we should both be more careful, we could turn this cabin into n inferno of lust." I said. 

"I think I'd like that," she said. 

 "So would I," I added. 

"Uh-oh," Sharon said. "I just thought of another story to read to you."

 "Uh-oh," I said. " I'm almost afraid to ask what that one's about. 

We were quiet as we lay on the floor. Both of us were wondering where all this was leading to. Should I stay here where both of us could live out sexual fantasies? She would read to me. I would write fantasies and read to her and then we would fuck. What about my own cabin, my responsibilities, my commitment to my publisher? Right now, I was on this journey that had opened a world of possibilities. Here I was lying next to a beautiful, intelligent, sexy woman. Where would this journey end?



A Surprising Journey Ch. 06



After an afternoon and early evening of listening to Sharon's erotic stories and being aroused to act them out, we were hungry. The cabin was dark except for the candles she had lit while she was reading. It was also getting a little chilly. Through the window, I could see a full moon just above the trees. Remembering Sharon had hotplates to cook on, I asked, "So, what can you whip up for us on your hot plates?" I asked. "I don't know about you but I worked up an appetite." 

"Well, it just so happens, I'm a great soup maker and have a pot of delicious black bean soup with grated cheddar cheese to sprinkle on it," she said, "I hope you like it spicy," she added. 

"Sounds perfect," I said. 

"How about making a fire in the wood stove," she asked. "It's going to be a chilly October night with that full moon." Sharon got up, wiggled into her tight jeans, grabbed the sweater she was wearing earlier and slipped that over her head. "I'll put the soup on and then I have to go feed my horse, Gypsy"

I got dressed, went to her woodbin on the porch to get some wood and started making a fire. Within fifteen minutes, I had a nice fire going and the smell of the soup filled the room. The stove had a glass front and the flames made a nice glow. By the time Sharon came back in from feeding Gypsy, it was feeling cozy in the cabin. I stood by the window looking up at the full moon wondering if I would leave in the morning or stay on for awhile.

Two days ago I was standing at the window in my cabin, watching the leaves fall, realizing my life was like those leaves falling to the earth to dry up and wither away, I was in a rut and impulsively made the decision to take off. Now here I was in the cabin of a beautiful, sexy, intelligent writer living our sexual fantasies, wondering if I should leave or stay and see where this relationship led. 

"Soups on" Sharon said carrying two bowls to the table. She placed them on the table then got the grated cheese and two spoons. When we sat down, she touched my hand. "You seem deep in thought," she asked. 

I took a sip of soup and said, "Hey, this is great soup. Perfect for a chilly night," I added. 

"So, what are you thinking?" she asked. 

I looked at her pretty face glowing in the candle light as she took a sip of her soup. I took a deep breath before I spoke, uncertain of what to say. "I told you how I just took off the other day not sure where I was going. I abandoned my work, my garden. This trip has opened me up to things I hadn't realized I was missing. I'm not sure I want to go home to responsibilities or just keep on going. I have a contract with my publisher to write two novels a year. I have deadlines. I'm on the school board for our town and some other commitments."

"You're tired of being responsible and conscientious, aren't you?" she said,

"Right, I want to feel alive and free. These last two days have been new and exciting. Meeting you, hearing your stories, acting out sexual fantasies is making me wonder how I can ever go back to how I've been living all these years. It seems so sterile."

"What do you want to do?" Sharon asked. "Are you going to keep traveling forever? Do you want to stay here and fuck everyday? Or go home?" 

"Do you want me to stay here?" I asked. "You have your life and responsibilities?"

"Good question," she responded. "I don't know. We just met. We hardly know each other." 

"That's right. The fact is we're both on journeys and our paths just happened to cross. I'm enjoying hearing your stories and getting to know you. Maybe if I stayed we could be good for each other. Maybe we would drive each other crazy. If I left, you'd be a great memory and I'd end up back at my cabin the richer for all that I experienced. Is there a good answer?" 

Both of us were silent, finishing up our soup. I knew she was thinking about what I had said, wondering what it would be like if I stayed. What it would be like if I left. Finally, she said, "Sometimes I think the problem with us writers is we think too much. We're always working out a plot, analyzing everything, imagining this scenario or that. We're too detached, too serious."

"That's true," I said.

Sharon took my bowl and hers to the sink. While she walked away, I loved how her ass looked in her tight jeans and thought "Damn, she's sexy. Here we are having this philosophical intellectual discussion about life, but I'm physically aroused looking at her. " 

When she came back to the table, she continued. "And the problem with being too serious, too much in our heads, is that we don't live in the present--the now!" 

"It's a dilemma because the present becomes the future. What we do in the now can affect what happens."

"Yes, if we always think about the future, we miss the present. You're here with me now and we're sharing this soup, this candlelight, that wonderful full moon and each other." She paused, "You know that old song, "We just have tonight. Tomorrow may never come."

"For all we know...." I added the final words. I couldn't believe that Sharon referred to the same song that Anna did last night. "That's amazing that you should mention the words from that song. I was with someone yesterday who said those exact words." I wondered if I had made a mistake saying I was with some one who said those words. 

I noticed Sharon look away, deep in thought. She was quiet, looking into the flame of the candle. She then looked at me, took a breath and asked, "Did you have a one night stand?"

"Yes, I guess I did." I said, wondering what was going through her mind. 

"So you're on a roll." She said. 

"I guess. But I wasn't looking for anything. It just happened. This is new for me." 

"So, is this a one night stand?" Sharon asked. 

"I'm not sure," I said. "You're the one who said we writers think too much. We should live in the present, the now, and I'm trying to do that."

"Do you want this to be a one night stand?" Sharon asked. 

"Do you?" I asked. 

"Are you asking do I want to have a relationship rather than be two strangers passing in the night?" She paused. "My answer is—I don't know. This is new for me, too. Since my daughter left, I've lived in this cabin for the last few years alone. I like it, but at the same time, I'm not sure I want to live the rest of my life like this. You know, alone. I just don't want to go out looking for Mr. Right. I just thought he would show up or we would meet by accident." 

"I understand," I said. "So you're wondering if I'm Mr. Right."

"Yes. That's why when you said you had a one night stand. I got a pang of fear. I guess. I would like more time to see if we should hang out together for awhile and wonder what you're thinking." 

"I'm wondering the same thing," I said. "I think it's important to try to live without expectations. That way, I'm never disappointed and many times I'm surprised and delighted by the unexpected. "

"That's a good philosophy," Sharon said. "But it's hard not to have expectations."

"It's important though. "I went on this journey and have had nothing but surprises because I had no plan, no expectations. I don't even know where I am or how far from home I am. I have no destination, but now I'm here with you and don't know whether I should stay or head out tomorrow."

"Let's stop thinking," Sharon said. "Let's just go hour by hour."

"That's a deal." I said. "Let's shake hands to that."

I got up and put another log in the stove. Sharon smiled at me when I cam back at the table. We both took a deep breath, looking at each other without speaking.

"I could go for another story, if you don't mind reading to me," I said.

"Really, I'm flattered you'd want to hear another story or do you just want to get turned on."

"Both," I laughed. 

"I have a story that I think you'd like because it's about responsibility and wanting to be free. "It's called, "Good Girl, Bad Boy." 

"Sounds interesting," I said. " Sharon picked up her folder on the table and thumbed through the pile of stories and pulled out the one she was going to read. She looked over at me and said, "Here goes." Before she read, she smiled. "I think you'll like this one." 

Jessica Caldwell spent most of her time in the Biology Lab. She was twenty-two and finishing up her PhD work in Genetics. She was the youngest student to get a doctorate from the university. She graduated high school at sixteen, had a full scholarship at Smith. She finished in three years with honors and had a full scholarship for graduate school. She rarely dated and put all of her energy and time into her studies. 

One night while she was working, a young man came into the lab with a bucket and mop. He gathered the trash from several trash basket andthen started mopping on the other side of the lab. He wore a tee-shirt with the sleeves cut off. Jessica looked up him, noticed his muscular arms, then went back to her microscope. Every few minutes, she looked up from her microscope and over at the man mopping. She looked at his ass in his tight jeans and was having difficulty concentrating on her work. Something about his body was attracting him to him. She noticed an earring dangling from one ear. He had long hair, down to his shoulders, but she couldn't keep her eyes away from his ass in his tight jeans and muscular arms. He looked up and smiled at her. She smiled at him nervously then went back to her microscope, wondering what it was about him that attracted her. 

As he worked his way closer to where she was working, Jessica kept looking up at him and caught him looking at her. He smiled each time their glances met as if he sensed an attraction. Jessica prepared some new slides for the microscope, wrote down some notes and tried not to look at him, feeling nervous at the way he smiled at her. Quickly, she glanced at him then went back to the microscope. 

One time when she looked over at him, he put the mop down alongside of the bucket and walked over to her. He stood close to her, his thigh touching her thigh and said, "I seem to be distracting you."

Jessica felt the warmth of his body as she turned and faced him. He looked her in the eyes and smiled. She was not used to a man standing so close to her, his leg pressed against her thigh and looking at her with such intensity. She never dated and the only men she talked to were her professors and other students. Jessica did not know what to say. She had one hand on the microscope as she looked into his eyes. 

"I'm Vincent," he said. "What's your name?" he asked, leaning against the lab table. Jessica looked at his arms and how tight the tee shirt was on his chest. 

"I'm Jessica," she answered. She wanted to tell him to move away but didn't. 

"We keep looking at each other," he said. 

"Yes." Jessica said. "I was watching you work. I'm not used to someone in the lab late at night."

"I liked the way we looked at each other. I'm feeling attracted to you," he said. "And I think you feel attracted to me."

"I don't know," Jessica said, nervously. . "I've got work to do. I have to get this experiment done before midnight." 

"But I'm distracting you, aren't I?" Vincent said, putting his hand on hers.

Jessica started to pull her hand away, but Vincent gripped it tighter, keeping it in place. He moved his face closer to hers and smiled. "We're getting turned on," he said.

"What do you mean?" she asked, looking him in the eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said. "Now if you'll let go of my hand, I have to get back to work."

"You don't really want to work," he said. "You want to fool around with me."

"What do you mean fool around with you?" Jessica responded.

"Fuck! That's what I mean," he said

Jessica was stunned and tried to pull her hand away from Vincent's. "Let go of my hand," she said, but he gripped it tighter. Vincent took Jessica's hand and moved it to the bulge in his tight jeans. He rubbed her hand up and down his hard cock. Jessica had never felt a cock before and looked down at her hand moving along the long hard bulge. Suddenly, she was breathing heavily. "You like the way that feels, don't you?"

With his other hand, Vincent reached inside Jessica's white lab coat and found her breasts. He started squeezing one of her tits. Jessica took her other hand and tried to push his hand away. "Stop that," she said, but suddenly felt a tingling sensation she had never felt before and held his hand on her tit and gasped, "Oh."

"You like that , don't you?" he said, rubbing her tit with one hand and moving her other hand up and down on his cock. "Your cunt is getting wet and your getting horny, aren't you?" Jessica was panting. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. 

No one had ever talked to Jessica like that. She wanted him to stop but found herself enjoying the feel of his cock on her hand and the way he was playing with her tits. She felt herself getting wet between her legs. Vincent moved his lips to Jessica's ear and started licking it, first around the edges and then inserted, tickling her and causing a tingle to go through her body. Jessica was sitting on her lab stool. She was wearing a skirt. Vincent took his hand from the one holding his cock and placed it on her thigh and then pushed her legs apart. He moved his hand up her leg until it reached her crotch and placed his hand on her mound then whispered in her ear, "You like how that feels, don't you?"

Jessica was feeling sensations she had never felt before. She could not believe she was letting a stranger touch her like this or talk to her so boldly. She knew she should stop him, scream, do something but Vincent was arousing something in her that she had thought about but had never experienced. She had never been with anyone like him. He was from another world, the street, bars, motorcycles, while she lived in the ivory tower of science and now he was invading her safe world with his hands and his dirty words.

Vincent moved his fingers inside her panties and played with the wet lips of her pussy. He moved up and down her slit causing Jessica to lift her self towards his probing hand. "You're a hot little slut," he said. "You want me to fuck you," he said. 

"Oh God," Jessica moaned, as Vincent's fingers entered her cunt. She knew she should stop this. How could she let a stranger do this to her, talk to her like that? She wanted to push his hand away but the sensation of his fingers in her was making her want more. 

"You think you're a good girl but you like being bad and dirty with me, don't you? he whispered in her ear. He put another finger in her cunt and found her clit causing her to shudder and gasp, "Ohhhhh."

"You want to tell me to stop, but you like this too much. You want it bad, don't you?" He moved his fingers in and out, fucking her with his hand. 

Jessica lifted herself off the stool slight wanting his fingers in deeper. She pushed upward against his probing fingers. She had never experienced sensations like this. She opened her eyes and looked at Vincent who was looking back at her with a devilish smile on his face. 

"Your brain is telling you this is wrong, but your body likes what I'm doing," Vincent said. "Tell me to stop, and I will or... tell me you want more."

Jessica kept her eyes on Vincent's face. His smile, the intensity of his eyes, the probing of his fingers going in and out of her made it impossible for her to speak. He then pulled his fingers out, grabbed her panties and pulled them down her legs. "I'll stop if you want me to," he said. "You can go back to your microscope and I'll go back to my mopping," he said. 

This was her chance to stop Vincent. Her skirt was high on her thighs. Her legs were extended as he pulled her panties down over her ankles. She could kick him away and run out of the lab. She could stop him. He was giving her the chance to give in to her desires or go back to her responsibilities and experiment." What am I doing?" she thought to herself, unable to stop Vincent.

Once her panties were off, Vincent unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He wasn't wearing underwear and his bulging cock was now released and stood straight out. Jessica had never seen an erection before and could not take her eyes off Vincent's huge cock. Vincent then spread her legs apart and moved between them bringing the tip of his cock to the entrance of her cunt. Jessica's mouth was wide open, wanting to shout for him to stop, to go away, but the sight of his cock between her open legs made her speechless. She was experiencing feelings she had never had before. Her cunt was wet. He rubbed his cock gently against her entrance, spreading her legs wide open moving his cock up and down. Jessica looked down at what he was doing. The sight of his cock at the entrance of her cunt, her legs wide open, the tingling sensation was tantalizing her. He was playing with her, teasing her, inching his cock a little deeper with each swipe of her pussy lips. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "You like this, don't you? You want it in you?"

Jessica's eyes were closed, biting her lips and concentrating on the sensation she was feeling. She knew she should tell him to stop, to go back to work, but now she only wanted more of what he was doing to her. She was panting, moaning, his words and hot breath on her ears, his cock going deeper into her was driving her crazy. 

"You're a virgin and you want me to fuck you, don't you?" he whispered, then licked her ear with his tongue. 

Jessica couldn't speak, but was lifting herself off the stool, wanting more of what she was feeling, wanting more of his cock in her.

"You want it bad, don't you?" Vincent whispered. "Beg me to fuck you," he said. 

Jessica was desperate for more of his cock. She was lifting herself forward, but she had never used these words. Vincent was teasing her, taking her into another world. 

"Such a good little girl wanting to be bad." he said, grabbing her ass. "Come on Miss good little girl" he said, roughly pulling her forward by the ass, his cock going deeper in her. 

Suddenly, he thrust his cock into her causing Jessica to scream, "Oh my god." She felt the sharp pain as his cock broke through her hymen and then the pain receded and the pleasure of his cock took over causing her to moan and hold back a scream but it burst out, "Ohhhhh god!" 

Just then, Vincent pulled his cock out of her and Jessica gasped, "No!"

"No, what?" Vincent asked, looking at her with a devilish smile. 

"Don't stop," she said. 

"Don't stop what," he said, "What do you want?" he asked, holding his cock at her entrance. "Tell me what I should stop doing," he said, teasing her with his cock, moving it up and down her pussy lips..

Jessica's mouth was open but she couldn't speak. She was breathing heavily. She looked down at the cock against her wet cunt, watching his cock tease her, when suddenly, she reached out and grabbed Vincent's ass with both hands and pulled him into her.

"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck me, you bastard!" She had never said words like that before. 'FUCK ME!" she yelled. 

"That's what I wanted to hear," Vincent said, grabbing her by the ass, picking her up off the stool,lowering her to the floor and ramming his cock into her.

Jessica screamed, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." 

Suddenly, Sharon stopped reading and looked over at me sitting across from her. I was leaning back in the chair, sitting with my legs extended. I was aroused by her story and had an erection bulging in my jeans. 

"Are you going to stop there?" I asked.

"Yes," Sharon said, putting the story down on the table. She was looking at the bulge in my jeans. She then looked me in the eyes and said, "I want to be bad!" 

"You do," I said. 

"Yes. I'm like Jessica and until we met, I never let myself go, except in my stories. I was always the good girl who did what I was supposed to, except one time when I met this guy and had an affair, got pregnant and he took off." 




A Surprising Journey Ch. 06



"And now," I asked.

"Now, I want to be bad. I want to get out of my imagination and be wild. I want to be bad. I want to be bad with you. I want to say things and do things I've been afraid to say and do."

"Even more than we've already done," I said. "We've been pretty wild. I practically raped you this afternoon." I added. 

"I want to be a slut," she said. "I want to give you a blow job. I want you to eat me. I want you to you fuck my ass."

Suddenly, she pulled off her sweater, leaned back in her chair, grabbed her tits and rubbed them. Her legs were extended and spread open, exposing her crotch to me. She her eyes were glazed over with lust as she looked at me. "I'm so horny, I can't stand it. I want you to fuck me hard and rough. I want to be a bad girl."

My cock was already hard from her story but now her words made me so hot and lusty, I was going out of my mind, watching her play with her tits, her legs wide open inviting me to take her. 

We both stood up and grabbed each other by the ass and started grinding our crotches hard against each other. Her tits crushed against my chest, grunting and moaning sounds coming from our mouths as we ripped each other's clothes off and flung them across the room. We were out of our minds with lust. We both fell to the floor. Her legs wide open, my cock at her cunt. We were wild fucking animals. "FUCK ME," she screamed as I rammed into her wet tight cunt. 

"Take my cock," I said, slamming deep into her.

"OHMYGOD" she screamed. "FUCK ME HARDER." 

We rolled over each other. One minute she was on top, the next minute I was on top. We were moaning and groaning, grunting and screaming at each other. I was on my knees holding her by the ass, her legs wrapped around me, pulling me into her. I had never fucked so hard in my life. I was a wild man. "I love fucking you," I said. "I love your hot tight cunt. Take it, baby. Take it you slut!"

"Give it to me hard. Oh God, I love how you're fucking me." Suddenly, she pushed me off of her and on to my back. She climbed on top, turned and said, "let's 69. I want you to eat me. I want to suck your cock." 

It was as if she wanted to say and do everything she had never said or done before. Her ass was at my mouth as she devoured by cock, her mouth going up and down on me, making hungry slurping sounds. I grabbed her round ass and started kneading it roughly. My tongue entered her dripping cunt and started fucking her pussy with it, going in as deep as I could. I loved watching my tongue darting in and out of her cunt like a snake, feeling her wet mouth on my cock, hearing the moaning sounds we were making was lapping at her pussy. I put my finger in her ass causing her to shudder. She lifted her mouth of my cock and screamed. "Fuck my ass with your finger." I went deeper. My tongue found her clit and started sucking it like it was a small penis and that took her over the edge. 

OHHHHHHHHHHHHMYGOD!" she screamed. 'EAT MY CUNT! OHHHHHHHGOD EAT ME!" 

Her screaming urged me on. I put another finger in her ass and licked her clit as hard as I could. "I'M CUMMING," she screamed, as my tongue sucked her clit and my fingers went deeper into her ass. She went back to sucking my cock, moving her mouth up and down and playing with my balls, but her orgasm swept over her, causing her to shudder and scream, "OHHHHHHHHHHHHGOD I'M THERE. I'M THERE. EAT ME! OHHHHHHHH YES!. EAT ME! EAT ME EAT ME! "

She was out of her mind as her orgasm drove her over the edge and several more shivers and shudders swept over her. I them pushed her off me and said, "Get on your knees." When she did, her ass was wiggling in front of me, her swollen cunt lips open to me and I said, "Where do you want it, in the ass or your cunt." 

"I don't care. Just fuck me, now."

I was so horny and on the verge of cumming, I plowed into her cunt and filled her with one hard thrust. 'OHHHHHHHHHHHYES FUCK ME!" she screamed. 'FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG COCK!" 

I reached under her and grabbed her tits as my cock rammed into her. I pulled out and rammed into her again and again, my balls banging against her as I felt my cock explode in her and screamed, "I'M CUMMING OHGOD HERE IT COMES!" 

"CUM IN ME GIVE IT TO ME BABY GIVE IT TO ME," she screamed, looking back at me. 'I LOVE FUCKING YOU!"

Spurt after spurt of cum filled her cunt. I kept my cock in her hot cunt for a few minutes and then rolled over, pulling her on top of me and we kissed, playing with each other's tongues, not wanting this wild ecstatic sensation to end. 

Finally, we stopped and she smiled, "Thanks for being bad with me. I loved it."

"Me, too," I said. "I never knew being bad could be so much fun."

"So mister. What are you going to do—go home to your responsibilities, or stay with me and be bad and fool around?"

"Are you giving me an offer I can't refuse," I asked. 

"Yes," she said, looking in my eyes and smiling. "I want us to be fuck buddies until we can't stand it anymore." Her eyes twinkled in the candle light. "You don't get offers like that every day, buddy."

I lay there thinking about Sharon's words, feeling the warmth of her body next to mine and then said to her, "This certainly has been a surprising journey, but sometime I'll have to go home."

"Home is where the heart is," Sharon said, putting her hand on my heart and then on my cock, smiling her bad-girl smile. I smiled back and said, "I guess I'll make myself at home and take one day at a time." And that's what I did.