0 comments/ 10734 views/ 1 favorites Anonymously Yours By: Cathartik I stand nervously before the door, hand raised to knock, quivering against the last minute doubts and insecurities that run one more lap through my mind. Is this right? What am I doing? Is this me? I take a breath and calm myself, and smooth over all doubts with the undeniable thought about this being the one life we get to live, so I may as well live it. Dum spiro spero, I think to myself. "As I breathe I hope," and all the ways that that one saying can be worked into the thoughts behind this endeavor. It is Latin, and a thought I have chosen to use at times like these to make myself relax, and live a little, rather than just retreat and take the easy course in my social life so often, even as in every other facet of my life I take the harder road and excel at it. This inner turmoil resolved momentarily, I take the initiative and knock on the door of this woman who I only have one picture of, that captivates me, and has lead me to her doorstep, in search of something I have only shared with one other in my life. As I rap my knuckles on the door, I think of that one picture, and the beautiful woman it portrays. The attractive line of her jaw, the slight smile to her lips, making me want nothing more than to kiss them. The gentle and alluring swell of her breast beneath the pink shirt, and the hints of the overall package that I would so love to see and experience in person. That I was about to see and experience in person. All this passed through my mind in a flash, between the three quick knocks of my hand on the door to her place. And, even in that time, the excitement I was feeling was noticeable, as I hardened in my jeans, more so as I heard the locks of the door click, and the expectations soared as the door softly clicked open and swung back. There she was, more alluring and enchanting than I had expected. A few inches taller than me, the slender frame lithe and beautiful in the way she moved. She was dressed as casually as I was, in jeans and a t-shirt, but the way in which her clothes hugged her curves caused my breath to hitch, and my excitement became that much more obvious. She smiled; knowing the effect she and the reason for our meeting like this was having on my, relatively speaking, inexperienced state. She took advantage of the moment, stepping forward, placing one hand on my thigh as we stood there in the doorway, and as she leaned close to me, her perfume overtaking my senses, she ran that hand gently up my leg, pressing confidently into my crouch, and then sliding up, sending ripples of sensation everywhere, up my stomach, my pecs, my neck, to my chin as she leaned in for a passionate kiss, sending what few of my nerves weren't there already into the stratosphere of sensual ignition. As we kissed, I responded, sliding my arms around her, pulling her close, my left arm wrapping under her arm and sliding my hand up to caress the back of her neck, my right slipping around her waist. Her free hand was making its way around the small of my back, and then running gently, teasingly down to grab my ass, even as my right hand was doing something similar to her. She pulled our hips tight together, grinding with gentle seduction against me, sending waves of sensation through my dick, now fully at attention in my jeans. She broke away, stepping back slightly, a slight smile playing about her lips, her beautiful brown eyes glowing at me. She ran that same hand in a slow caress back down my chest, over my stomach, and gently rubbed and squeezed my dick in my pants for a moment or two, causing my breath to catch in my throat. She hooked a finger behind my belt buckle, and pulled me into the entranceway of her place, as she reached back with her free hand and closed the door behind me. I had completely forgotten that we had been standing in there, where anyone at all walking by would have seen us making out in the open doorway. As I had glanced back over my shoulder at the sound of the door clicking shut behind me, she had been quickly and almost imperceptively undoing my belt buckle and the button to my jeans with the one hand she had pulled me into her place with. Her other hand locked the door behind me, and the hand busy with my pants had my fly down, and was reaching inside my boxers and grabbing my cock. She pulled it out, looking down at it that smile still brushing her lips. She gave it a squeeze and stroked it, and my arms slipped around her again, pulling her close, and passionately kissing her once more, our tongues tangling together. My right hand once again gave her firm behind a good squeezing, my left sliding up to caress and squeeze her breast. Feeling her hard nipples through the t-shirt, I realized she didn't have a bra on at all. Her one hand was still holding and rubbing my cock gently between us, her other hand had slid up and my neck and was caressing the back of my head as we kissed. I slipped my left hand down and back up, this time under her shirt, to fondle her breast without even the thin material of her t-shirt to come between us. I gently tugged and pulled her nipple, getting a slight moan of pleasure in response. I moaned as well, as she gave my cock a harder squeeze as she tugged on it. Once again she broke our embrace; turning as she stepped away down the hallway on the other side of what I assumed was the living room. Her hand stayed on my throbbing member until she stepped out of reach, my pre-cum smeared on her hand and over the head of my dick. I watched her walk across the room; her hips swaying in that incredibly seductive and arousing way that women have, and noticed her feet were bare. Looking down at my condition, I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my socks, and thought, what the hell, and pulled my pants and boxers off as well. She had stopped at the entryway to the hall, looking back at me over her shoulder with veiled eyes. She raised her left hand, and with a graceful, fluid gesture, motioned me forward. As I walked across the room, she undid her jeans, and bent over and seductively lowered them, letting me get my first sight of her behind, the wondrous curved globes of her ass delineated by a thong. Her legs were long and graceful, and went all the way up in that fantastic curving line that fascinates men the world over. She stepped out of the jeans as I arrived. I reached out to her, sliding my hands around to her stomach, and nuzzled and bit playfully at her earlobe. She leaned back against me, one hand reaching back to my ass to pull my hips forward, my cock rubbing in between her ass cheeks, pressing my shaft between us, my balls tingling and my dick dripping pre-cum onto the small of her back. I continued to kiss and lick her earlobe and the side of her neck, and my right hand I cupped her breast, while my left traced the graceful line of her belly, continuing down, past her hips, following the contour where the leg meets the hip, to her still covered pubic mound, to press lightly between her legs, gently rubbing the fabric of her thong against the outer folds of her pussy. This elicited another moan, and her hips pressed back against my cock, and I ground gently against her. Her free hand slid down my left arm, her hand sliding over mine and pressing my fingers more firmly against her as she whispered back to me, "Let's go to the bedroom." After her statement - the first words she had said to me, I realized, she pressed my fingers harder against her cunt for a moment and ground back harder against my cock. Then, she removed my hand from between her legs, and turned around - carefully angling her hips so my cock stayed pressed against her bare hip, leaving an erotic trail of my pre-cum from where I had been nestled between her ass cheeks, to her lower belly, where my cock head stayed pressed against her flesh, and my balls feeling the satiny fabric of her thong where it covered her pussy. Feeling this happen, and seeing the look in her eyes as she faced me and rubbed my pre-cum into the skin of her hip, it was one of the most erotic moments of my life. I'm really not quite sure how I managed to not cum all over her right then and there. Her eyes lowered to her hand, gently rubbing it's way along that trail left by my dick, and I looked down, watching her fingers gently tease their way across her hip to her lower belly, and finally, to my cock, which she pressed against her, rubbing it against her for a moment, and then she took it and slid it between her legs, so my shaft was pressed along her still clad pussy. I could feel her warmth and wetness seeping through the fabric of her thong, and felt her pussy lips pressing around the thin material to press against me, skin on skin. With her hands free, she leaned her upper body back slightly as our hips ground together, and with another teasing smile, she pulled off her t-shirt, and I ogled her breasts for the first time. They were wonderful - the right size, the right firmness, great. I started kissing her neck as I fondled her left breast with my right hand, and kissed my way down to suck on and nibble at her nipple. My other hand was grabbing her ass again, and her arms wrapped around my neck, pressing me against her breasts. Her legs wrapped around my waist, causing our somewhat dry humping to become harder, more intense. That was when she completely surprised me. With one hand she reached down, pulled her thong to the side, and with a deft press of her fingers and thrust of her hips, she slipped my dripping, throbbing cock into her hot, wet pussy. It felt fabulous, yet... "But," I started to say. "Shhh," she said, "You're clean, right?" "Well, ya, but," "Me too. So shut up, and fuck me, hard, right now." Who was I to argue? So I turned, and pressed her against the wall, and started to thrust into her, increasing the pace as her legs around my waist pulled me into her harder with each thrust. She was panting and grunting in my ear as I kissed and licked at her neck, each time a higher pitch, until her legs squeezed me tightly, and her pussy spasmed and her juices flooded out around my cock as her orgasm hit. I kept pumping into her, and she screamed as she kept cumming. This was all too much for me, and my cock exploded inside her, shooting a massive load that had built up during all the foreplay. True to usual form, my cock stayed mostly hard after I had cum inside her, even as I sagged against the wall and she took one leg from around my waist to help support the two of us. I looked at her, and she smiled, and wiggled her hips, with my dick still inside her and said, "Seems like you're not done." Anonymously Yours I had a long drive ahead of me next day where I would spend a day and a half in a very boring town where there was nothing to do. I'd been there on business before, and it wasn't one of my favorite places to have to go. But a job was a job. Even the hotel I had stayed in before (and would be again) didn't offer much by way of programming on the TV. Hell, they didn't even have cable. Needless to say, I had learned my lesson. I decided to swing by a particular 'Adult Bookstore'. If nothing else, I could pick up a few dirty magazines, preferably a few that claimed to be based on 'true stories.' Even then I figured half the time they really weren't. But at least some of them seemed feasible and worthwhile reading. I really didn't go in for the T & A picture magazines, preferring to let my own vivid imagination produce images for me as I read along. Since it was in the middle of the day, and during the workweek no less, it certainly wasn't busy. So I wasn't surprised at all when I pulled into the lot and saw only a couple of cars sitting there, pulling in and parking next to a rather nice looking truck with one of those equally nice camper shells sitting on it. I walked into the store. Got a nod of the head from the guy behind the counter, and then sauntered towards the back where most of the books I was interested in were. As expected, there was one guy browsing the really raunchy stuff. I half expected to find him with one hand in his pocket while thumbing through a few of the open "sample books" the store actually allowed you to look at. As I neared the far back of the store where the sex-digest type books were that I was more interested in, I was surprised to find an older couple standing there glancing through a few of them as well. It wasn't so much surprising that it was a man and a woman as much as it was that they were easily in their early sixties perhaps. The guy had a full head of white hair, well-aged admittedly as was his wife (as I assumed her to be). She was considerably shorter than he, around five foot three, four perhaps...and a little stocky. A real grandmotherly type, though she certainly didn't dress the part. But it was again a bit of surprise to find the two of them standing there looking at various books together. I didn't want to seem like I was intruding on them, but they were glancing at some of the books I was interested in too. I walked up, immediately catching the man's eye as I did. He merely smiled my way, nodded his head and continued browsing. I soon found myself doing the same, moment's later lost in my own search for something dirty to read the following evening. It took a moment for me to realize that the gal had come over to stand on the other side of me, leaving me sandwiched now between the two of them. "Oh that's a good one," she said actually speaking to me. "We've read that one. There's a great story, second or third one in, that someone wrote about," she again smiled. I smiled back, said "thanks", and opened it. Luckily it was one of the few sample books you could look through. Again to my surprise, she stepped over, actually next to me, close enough that I swore I felt her as she did. "Not that one...next page," she instructed. I turned the page looking, saw her finger come over and point out the title of the particular story she'd meant. "That's the one...very hot!" she laughed softly, and as she did, I noticed that she had a very friendly laugh that put me a lot more at ease for some reason. Thankfully it had, as her husband suddenly stepped closer to me from the other side. He was glancing over now too. "Oh yeah...that one. Maggie is right, that one was hot. At least it certainly made her hot," he chuckled, stepping away again to replace the book he'd been glancing at, picking up another. "Roger knows I love any stories having to do something with having sex outside. Just something about that really gets to me. I guess its the excitement and danger of maybe getting caught that turns me on so much." I was surprised we were actually having this conversation, but admittedly this older couple had completely disarmed me. Their total uninhibited approach about discussing something they obviously liked and enjoyed, had caught me a little off guard yes. But I found it equally refreshing too. "Can't say as I've ever really had the opportunity," I found myself confessing. Maggie as I now knew her name looked at me incredulously. "You can't be serious!" She laughed. "Haven't you ever at least gone to a drive in movie with some young woman and fooled around a bit during the movie?" Now I really did laugh. "I know you're not going to believe this, but I've never even been to a drive in movie. The last one I knew that still existed closed two years ago. So no...I never had the pleasure." "No lovers lane?" "Oh I'm sure there's one or two of those in existence, but I'm pretty sure they're for the more younger set. I think anyone seeing me there would find it odd." Although I had only turned forty a few month's ago, and didn't even look that, I highly doubted that anyone else even close to my age went up to any of those places to "make out" as we used to call it. "I suppose so," she laughed again, though finally turning her attention back to where her husband was, seeing that he'd obviously found and selected something. "Ready Maggie?" He asked. "Ready," she said joining him though once more turning towards me. "Hope you find something interesting to read," she winked...throwing me off a bit, though she again pointed at the book I'd placed back on the shelf. "Get that one for sure. You won't be disappointed." And with that she turned, heading towards the front right behind Roger. I stood for a moment staring at them, then returned to my search. A minute or so later however, I picked up the book they'd suggested to read, along with two other ones all based pretty much on the same subject. "Daring sexual adventures." Moment's later I stood up front paying for my purchase, and then headed back outside towards my car. Imagine my surprise as I reach the driver's side door, looked over...and saw that it was Maggie sitting in the driver's seat of the truck I had parked next to. Roger was sitting in the passenger seat. I was again a little taken aback by all this, though it had perhaps only been five minutes or so since they'd left. Even so...the fact they were still sitting here said something. I could see Roger lean forward in his seat looking around and past Maggie towards me. He was waving me over with his hand. As though we were in the midst of a drug deal or something, I glanced all around, threw my small sack into the front passenger seat, and then walked around the front of my car towards them. Curious as hell now. As I did that, Maggie rolled the window down. It was warm out, so they had the air conditioning on in their truck as they sat there with it still idling. I stood now by their door looking in, once again...curious. "Yeah?" I asked. "Would you be interested in seeing Maggie's tits?" Roger asked. I looked from him to her almost immediately. Already I could see that she had both hands on the hem of her blouse. The right word from me, and I knew damn well I'd be staring at them. "Hell yes!" I responded. Which I quickly figured out was pretty much the answer they were hoping for. And just like that, Maggie lifted her blouse, along with her bra, and out fell two very (still shapely) looking breasts which had to be around a 38 or 40 DD by the looks of them. For an older gal, I was impressed. And though they certainly had a little sag to them, they looked a hell of a lot better than on some women I'd be seeing lately. Especially her nipples, which she now sat tweaking with her own fingers. Those things were huge! I'd never seen bigger, longer, or thicker nipples on a woman before (at least in real life anyway) and found myself almost hypnotized as I stood there staring at them, though I am also sure...that had something to do with the way she was playing with them herself. Roger interrupted my reverie however a second later as he reached over, cupping one of them in his hand, lifting...and then bouncing it just a little. "Still pretty firm too!" He announced proudly, as Maggie smiled, even blushing a little at his remark, though her eyes remained glued to mine. "Go ahead if you'd like, touch one," he said offering for her. Though I once more looked around wondering maybe if I was on 'Candid camera' or something. Just my luck. "Go ahead," Maggie assured me, confirming the offer. I stepped closer to the door, suddenly reaching in, her breasts easily accessible, though I fondled with each one only briefly before removing my hand again. "Ah come on, you didn't even play with the nipples any!" She almost pouted. I reached in through the window again, once more looking around, ensuring all was clear, and then leaned forward even more for a better look...AND feel as I now introduced my other hand. Two hands now...two tits, nice tits...and especially nice nipples, which my fingers were now joyfully pulling on and pinching a little. "That's better! Much, much better!" Maggie moaned a bit as I glanced past her briefly back towards Roger where I once more found a bit of a surprise waiting for me. He was stroking his prick! Now I really was at a loss for words, and started to step back. I had no idea where any of this was going, and though the two of them seemed nice enough, they were after all, complete and total strangers to me. "Don't go away just yet," Maggie said pleadingly. "Wouldn't you enjoy seeing me suck on Roger's cock a little before doing that?" She questioned. Maybe I had lived a really sheltered life here, perhaps more so than even I realized. But never not once had I seen anyone suck anyone's cock aside from the porn movies I'd watched. And let me tell you something. The opportunity to see it happening for real, wasn't something I was quite willing to walk away from. And oddly, especially for me to be thinking this, Roger had a rather impressive looking cock for a man his age. It was very swollen, and it was very, very hard. I stepped back closer to the door, once more stooping down just a bit so I could peer in through the window better. "Lay your seat back," she told Roger...which he did. He had already pulled his pants and underwear down even more so that his prick stood totally free, along with a rather tight looking ball-sack. "Go around to the other side," she indicated towards me. "You'll be able to see better." And with that, she did the automatic window control rolling it up again. I walked around, just as Rogers window came down. At least now I had a clear view of the entire parking area, along with the building we'd just come from. Anyone looking out would only see me standing there appearing to be talking to whoever sat in the passenger seat. Especially as their truck had fairly dark tinted windows in it. Once more I looked inside, just in time to see Maggie swallow her husbands cock, deep-throating it entirely. Now don't get me wrong here, it wasn't like Roger had a monster cock or anything, but I'd even had a few women have a difficult time doing that to me, and I had already surmised that Roger and I were pretty close to the exact same size. And here was Maggie, her lips so far down his shaft that she was actually sucking at the base of his cock-stem where it met his balls. "Impressive!" I actually stated, meaning it as Maggie finally came up for air. "Thank you!" She giggled. "I do so love sucking a man's cock." "I can see that," I concurred, feeling my own cock beginning to swell just a little not too surprisingly under the circumstances. "Would you like me to suck on yours too?" She asked. Ok...now we really were stepping into unchartered waters here. And I was starting to feel that perhaps now was the time to make a polite, but necessary retreat. Sitting here was a bit risky for one thing, but for another, I was once again faced with the fact that I really didn't know these people. Hell for all I knew, they could be senior serial killers who'd been doing this for years, and who obviously hadn't been caught yet. And had it not been for the fact that my prick was telling me that it wanted her too, I probably would have stepped away. As it was, I did nothing, said nothing...just continuing to stand there looking on as though paralyzed for some inexplicable reason. "Wouldn't you like to play with my tits while I'm doing that?" Maggie now questioned. Which I think did it for me. I'd always been a breast man, all shapes...all sizes, mattered not. But Maggie had that additional little treat I hadn't actually enjoyed much of before. Those big, fat, thick nipples of hers. Although I asked. "Where?" Once again looking around. I couldn't imagine exchanging places with Roger, anyone seeing us then really might find it odd. And the three of us just couldn't stand out here for ever either. Someone inside the store might eventually come out and see us, or at the very least, some one else would no doubt soon be pulling in. "In back," Roger quickly answered, raising his seat as well as his pants, and Maggie too 'readjusted' herself, sitting back straight in her own seat again as he had. Roger quickly opened his door stepping past me, heading back towards the rear of the truck. In an instant, he had the back open, tailgate down, beckoning to me. "Hurry, get in!" He urged, which I quickly did. Seconds later I heard the front drivers door open and then close, and suddenly Maggie was climbing in behind me, followed by Roger who'd managed to put the tailgate up again, climbing in through the somewhat narrow opening of the window. Which surprised me a bit, showing me just how agile Roger still really was. Obviously they'd designed this small back camper for just that. Sleeping while camping perhaps as I now found myself half laying, half kneeling on this make-shift bed. Certainly no room to stand up of course, but plenty enough to move around a bit, which Maggie began doing as she reached down and began removing my shoes and socks...followed by my pants and underwear. Roger just sat looking on, though he seemed to be quite aroused and excited by this as Maggie quickly located my hard throbbing member. "Oh this is a beauty!" She sucked, drawing me in...popping me out, and then rapidly repeating the process. The sound of her lips doing that "slurp, suck, pop-it out sound", was damn fucking erotic! I wasn't at all surprised to look over and find that Roger had once more taken his own pants down again, and half sat, half knelt off to one side playing with himself all the while watching Maggie as she teased and pleased me with her mouth. "Ready for this?" She asked. I almost asked "ready for what?" when I felt her mouth engulf, and then swallow me fully. Like I'd seen her doing to Roger, I felt her lips actually nibbling at the base of my cock. Her tongue still wildly rolling around and about my shaft as she did that. It was literally mind-blowing, no pun intended. "Amazing isn't she?" Roger asked unnecessarily, though at the moment, about all I could do was roll my eyes and nod my head. Whatever words I might have spoken seemed to have been swallowed in the deep unexpected breath I had taken, and now found I was still holding as I slowly let it out. "Fucking A!" Was all I could managed, though that caused Maggie to giggle, enough so that she had to withdraw me in order to capture a bit of breath herself. "Like I said," she winked, reaching down, taking one of my hands placing it on one of her magnificent breasts again. "I do so love sucking cock, almost as much as I like drinking cum," she now announced. And that, though I didn't tell her...would have been another first for me. I was too lost however in the sensation of her enormously wonderful nipple as my fingers toyed with it exploringly, as her tongue now began to do lap dances up and down my shaft, along with my balls. The sound of Roger's juicy slick sounding cock as he sat there jerking himself off, oddly intensified everything as she did that. "If you'd like to fuck me, you can. But not without a condom though. We do draw the line there, half to be careful in that sense, especially at our age." I acknowledged that. Already wondering what a sixty some odd year old pussy would feel like, and feeling just decadent enough to want to find that out for myself. I don't know what I was expecting exactly, even with a condom on, but I couldn't have been more surprised or delighted when it happened. After almost teasingly rolling down the condom over my prick herself, Maggie quickly discarded the rest of her clothing, which didn't amount to much more as she again had surprised me. She hadn't been wearing any panties. And I guess I was also half expecting to see this big hairy, sort of grayish haired bush too as she removed them. And though she certainly hadn't adopted the modern day style of shaving completely, her quim was neatly, shortly trimmed so that it actually looked manicured, or quaffed, failing for the right words to describe it. I wondered if she had a bi-weekly appointment to have that done along with her hair for as neat and tidy as it was. Once more a little refreshing after many of the women I'd been with. "Just so you know, I can get rather loud," she told me. "Yes she can!" Roger agreed. "But no one else is all that close to be able to hear us...I think," he added, though smiling at me. "So I'm sure we'll be just fine," he tried assuring. Though I wasn't so sure about that. I tended to be a bit nosey myself at the end there. I didn't have time to think about it though as Maggie climbed aboard, preferring the "Lady on top" position, which worked for me. I rather liked being ridden myself, and here in the back of their truck, it seemed like the most ideal position anyway. Especially when Roger moved over close enough so that Maggie could begin sucking her husband's cock, all the while fucking me. Like I said...I didn't know quite what to expect, even with a rubber on, and though she was as slick as all get out, her pussy was a lot tighter than I would have ever imagined. Either that, or she had the kind of muscle control born of years of experience that compensated for whatever. As it was, her cunt clenched around me so tightly, even throbbing a bit, I'd have bet she could milk the cum out of me without even moving. "Nice tight fuck isn't she?" Roger asked again. Obviously he really got off on seeing this, though so did she. She slobbered some comment around his prick, though it was basically garbled, and Roger cautioned her, something about talking with her mouth-full, or some such like that. I didn't pay it no never-mind however, her pussy was strumming my shaft like a lead guitar player. And those nipples and breasts! Oh fuck those nipples! Each of my hands kneading her flesh, oft times lifting her heavy hangers just as Roger had done, releasing, watching them bounce before capturing her nipples with my fingers, clasping...pinching and pulling on them She seemed to like that...a lot! "Oh yeah...do that, harder this time. I love the way you fucking play with my nipples and tits!" she cried out loud enough that I really was becoming concerned someone might overhear us. And as she said that, she seemed to increase the tempo of our coupling as well, once more engulfing Roger's prick as he knelt there next to us, feeding it to her. I pulled on her nipples almost as hard as I could, stretching them out and away from her breasts, literally lifting them up as I did. Unbeknownst to me, that seemed to be the key, or the catalyst to triggering her orgasm. And mine. Even with the rubber on, I felt her pussy convulse, tighten, pulsate and convulse again. As she did, this warm wet liquid suddenly escaping her, bathing and surrounding my cock and balls, literally saturating the two of us. And...just as Roger had warned, having obviously removed her mouth from his cock, she was screaming out at the top of her lungs. It was the longest and loudest, "Oh fuck" sentence I had ever heard. And it was then that I realized, I was singing right along with her. My own climatic release a long drawn out cry of delight as I felt my prick shooting streamer after streamer of cream, even if all of it was captured inside the condom I wore. Though even then after she'd extricated herself from me, a good deal of my own cum-cream had somehow managed to coat both sides of my shaft. Anonymously Yours Roger hadn't been far behind either one of us. I vaguely remember laying there, looking up as he seemed to hose down his wife's breasts with a torrent of cum-cream. Once again I was impressed as he lavished a rather copious amount of his fresh hot semen all over her gorgeous breasts. "Well now...that was really something wasn't it?" Maggie stated almost matter of factly. Her face still flushed from what obviously had been a very intense, and very satisfying orgasm. Just as mine, and as I am sure Roger's had been. "That would be...an understatement," I challenged, meaning it. "See? Aren't you glad you stayed? Wasn't the thrill and excitement of having sex somewhat publicly, even like this...well worth it?" Admittedly it had been. Though I was far from uncertain that I'd make any attempt too soon to entice anyone I was currently going out with to do something like this with. Still...food for thought. "No if...ands...or buts!" I freely admitted. This had been an adventure I'd not soon forget. ** We dressed somewhat hurriedly after that, in the event anyone had heard us, actually having to wait a moment or two longer when another customer just then pulled into the lot. As soon as he'd entered the store however, Roger opened the back, and the three of us piled out. I actually gave her a hug and a kiss, even shaking Roger's hand as we began to part company. I had no illusions to the fact that this had been a one-time thing. There'd been no hint at exchanging last names or numbers. Hell, they'd never even asked me for mine. "Don't forget to read that story!" Maggie reminded once again as they soon after drove off. I did so as well, moments later, heading off in the opposite direction. I arrived home a short time later, and rather than waiting...far too curious now, opening the small digest I'd purchased, and began reading the story. I could only smile, nodding and shaking my head. The characters in the story I'd just read too obvious, too all familiar. The situation likewise somewhat familiar, dangerous and exciting. The author's signature at the end of it reading only, "Anonymously Yours, R & M." Would there be perhaps another story soon written? I had to wonder. -End-