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Finding Heaven

By: honeydew



Today is the day she told herself. Today she was going to find herself a man, in all her 20 plus years she only had a few men who make love to her, but none were what she really wanted. Her idea of a loving man wasn't prefect, but she seems to have trouble finding him. He's taller than her with dark brown or black hair, bright blue eyes that sparkle when he sees her. Tan skin, handsome with melt your mouth lips and tongue. His kiss would give a girl an heart attack. And his deep voice can melt her body to a puddle of water.

He stood in his back yard watching his son playing with the new kid from down the street. His wife, she's gone now, and he's doing the best he can. Now after years have gone by, he knew he was missing some things in life. He felt lonely, and lately his body has been telling him he wants a woman. And not just some one, the one who lives next door. She just moved in two weekends ago, and it's the new kids mother.

"Jason, Jason, Where are you boy?" a woman's voice across the fence. Just then she rounded the corner, and bump into him. His hands reach to catch her from falling down. 

"Easy Honey, Your going to fall. I was going to tell you that Jason was inside with my son." he told her. "Mom wants him." she said. Turning he open the door. "Jason your mother would like you to come home." he call out. "Coming" a squeaky voice yell back. 

Standing with her back to him, she didn't hear him come up behind her. "The view isn't as beautiful as you are." he said quietly. She turn and look at him, he took her hands in his. "What's this about mom wanting me Grace?" Jason ask. "Yes she feeling better and would like you to red to her, if you would like to." Grace told him. He ran off next door. "My mother would like to know if you and your son would like to come to dinner tonight at 6?" she turn back and ask him. "We will on one condition, after everyone is asleep tonight you'd met me outside and take a swim with me." he said. She agreed and went home.

"Come dad or we're going to be late." his son kept saying. He stood in front of the mirror looking at the jeans and shirt he was wearing. Getting ready to change again his son grabs his hand and pulls him out the door. " Your dress find, your sexy looking, and she's going to want to jump your bones dad, can we leave now I'm hungry." he told his dad. Walking over seem to take forever, and once inside he felt a little more comfortable. 

"Uh Mr. Black, My son tells me that your the coolest Dad around." the lady said. "Don't know about that mamma, but for the longest time I thought your daughter was Jason mother, it wasn't till Jason came out the house this afternoon that I found differently," he said. The next hour or so they spent getting to know each other. "I'm sorry Mr. Black I can't stay up any longer, Grace come help me to bed." she said. 

Jason took him outside to the pool. "Mr. Black please don't get mad at me but I was wondering if you have the hots for my sister?" Jason ask. "I'm not sure what that means, but I do like your sister, and would like to get to know her better. Does that answer your question Jason?" he told Jason. Jason nodded his head and went over to sit down. Grace join them and Jason and Arron ask if they could go play games on the computer. "You know what Jason just ask me about you.?" he said. 

"No, but I bet your going to tell me right,." she said. "Yes, He ask me if I had the hot's for his sister." he told her. "And what did you tell him?" she ask. "I told him I did, but what I didn't tell him was that I wanted to strip your clothes off and push you against the nearest wall and plunge my cock into you and never come back out." he told her. Her mouth drop open and she didn't know what to say. He place his hand under her chin to close her mouth, then he lower his head and kiss her. She kiss him back, moving her hands around him. Lifting his head he look down at her. "Oh Grace, I wish we had more time, I think your the most beautifully, sexy, lady, who I know going to rock my world if we ever in up in bed together." he told her. "I think you just rock my world." she told him, getting up and walk over to the pool's egde. "Grace, Dad called wanted to know if I could come over and spend the night, I told him yes, he's going to be here in 10." Jason said. They watch as Jason ran backinto the house. "Dad, I call grandpa to see if he would take me fishing, he's on his way to pick me up." Arron said then ran off. Pulling her into his arms, he bent his head and place a kiss on her neck near her ear. "I thin our kids are making sure we are alone tonight." he whispers into her ear.

Looking up at the clock, it was after 12 am, she wonder if he was still up. Pulling on her robe she went down and out to the back yard. "Was wondering if I need to call you to get you to come." he said. "No but mom was having a hard time and I had to make sure she was okay before I could come out. When I saw the clock I thought it might be to late, that you'd gone to bed." she told him. He took her hand and lead her to his back yard. At the pool he took off his robe and turn and help her take off her robe. His breathe left his body when he saw she had nothing on under the robe. "Oh God Grace, your beautiful." he told her. "Your not so bad yourself, Mr.Black." she said. "I think we reach the time when you better call me Sam." he told her. 

In the water, they swam around for a while. Grace stop moving and sat down on the steps. He sat behind her. How old are you Grace?" he asks. "20" she told him. Taking her into his arms, he kisses her neck. "Grace would you think bad of me if I wanted to take you to my room and make love to you right now?" he ask her. Standing she takes his hand and walks out of the water. "Lead the way Sam." she said. Taking her up the stairs to his room, he kicks the door close. He tells her to have a seat, while he gets the towels. She sits on the bed. He gives her a towel and she tosses it behind her and takes his hard cock in her hand. Lowering her mouth, she licks the tip, then she sucks him into her mouth. His hand went to her head, and he ran his fingers thru her hair. She takes him further into her mouth, as his hips lift and push in deeper. Her hands move down to his balls, bring them up to rub on the under side of his shaft. Pulling her head up she took her tongue and drew circles around his cockhead, before taking him back down her throat.

"Oh God Baby, suck me, you suck me so good." he mumble. She knew he was close to cumming, his ball were tight, and his cock was getting harder, and hotter. Moving up and down fast, she brought him closer to his release. Holding her head he push as deep as he could and exploded deep in her throat, and she swallow every drop of his special cum. Pulling her up to face him he kisses her, and carries her up onto his bed, laying on top of her, he eases his cock into her pulling her legs up on his back.

Finding Heaven



Marie was a lonely outcast. She was 18 and had just started university, studying literature and history. She enjoyed reading; this was her escape and solace. She had always felt a need to escape from a seemingly lonely, desolate reality. Nobody seemed to like her, she always felt invisible--or worse, often she had been the subject of the cruel taunts young people can dish out to the weaker or more unusual among them. 

She was about 5'7", extremely thin. Unhealthily so, really--she looked quite bony and gaunt, and had a fine downy hair on her body if you looked closely, typical of underweight young women. But she wasn't anorexic, she just seemed naturally to have this body type. She had very small breasts, maybe the size of large grapes, and she was quite embarrassed about them. She always hid her figure under her usual attire of second-hand sweaters, which usually had that dank smell of clothing stored in a basement for years. She had straight light brown hair, just past her shoulders. Her face was pale and a little bit sickly-looking, and had a flatness to it which reminded one of a character from a medieval painting. She had blue-grey eyes, which could have been more striking were it not for her unhealthy palor. She tended to have a slightly stooped posture, not from a physical cause, but mainly due to the way her diminutive self-regard translated to her physical movements. She had a small mouth with delicate rosebud lips, but her teeth were very crooked, including one front tooth that jutted forward quite a bit. 

She had a shy and quiet personality, and thought herself ugly. She really had no close friends, and so she retreated to the world of her books. She liked to read in a secluded chapel found in one corner of the university campus. Very few people ever visited the chapel area, so she could be guaranteed a quiet, peaceful, private place. 

This past Thursday night she noticed to her surprise that someone was sitting behind her, a few pews back, in the chapel. She had been so absorbed in her book that she hadn't noticed him come in. A pang of anxiety struck her, and she felt like leaving. But he must have noticed her concern, and gently rose, approached, and introduced himself. 

"Hi" he said. "I'm David."

"Hi" she replied timidly, a slight waver in her voice. Exchanging "hi's" was usually the limit of social contact for Marie. But she felt comforted by the gentle kindness in his voice, and she couldn't help noticing that he was physically a striking beautiful man, 6 feet tall, lean, muscular, blonde hair, deep brown eyes, a dazzling smile, and a look of confidence but gentleness on his face. 

"You must be Marie" he said. "Do you mind if I join you for a minute?"

She was shocked that he new her name. How did he find out? 

She blushed and nodded awkwardly. He sat down beside her on the pew. 

He smiled and looked deeply into her eyes. "I noticed you a few weeks ago, and I asked your locker partner what your name was...I have to confess I have a bit of a crush on you..."

She blushed again and was trembling a bit. She bit her lower lip habitually. 

"I think you're very beautiful. And I love how you're always reading, I wish I could be one of your books, you look at them with such love..."

His voice was so sincere, warm, and genuine. And he maintained eye contact the whole time, with a gentle smile. 

She didn't quite know what to make of this situation, but she decided right then and there that for once in her life she would ACT, to say "yes" to something, rather than letting opportunities go, or missing them altogether. She didn't understand how anyone could be attracted to her, but this situation somehow felt amazingly right. 

She leaned towards him, and smiled a little bit, her face still flushed. He understood the signal, and reached to touch her hair, brushing it gently off her forehead. He bent towards her, cradling her head with his hands, and he kissed her. 

She had never kissed anyone before and really, frankly, didn't know what to do.

The instant his lips touched hers, his tongue throbbed deeply into her mouth, and she learned quickly by throbbing back with her tongue. This was the most erotic moment of her entire life, and the memory of this kiss would forever charge her with passion. Her heart was beating so hard that he could feel it through her sweater pounding onto his chest. Her crooked tooth bumped up against his teeth, and she was embarrassed about this until he lovingly started caressing her teeth with his tongue. A drip of saliva fell down her cheek, and again she was embarrassed until David scooped it up with his finger, then straight into his mouth with a smile. 

They kissed for about ten minutes. Then they embraced, both smiling, Marie enjoying her first moment of truly feeling alive. 

"I love you" David said, holding her hand. "I want us to make love."

She knew she loved him too, and she would do anything for him at this point. She was frightened about sex, but also she wanted him badly. Once again she made a clear decision in the moment, to act, to say yes, rather than to let life slip by, to seize the moment!

He held her hand, and led her to the back of the chapel. There was a large pile of donated soft cotton and flannel blankets in the corner, intended to be given away to the poor. David started spreading a thick layer of blankets on the floor, making a comfy nest for them. She joined him, and soon there was a soft layer of blankets about a foot deep on the floor. 

This area was well illuminated by soft lighting and candles, and Marie was taken aback at just how beautiful David was. Tall, ruggedly handsome, muscular, perfect skin. Reminded her of Michelangelo's David, which she had only seen in books. She timidly touched his arms with her hands, shyly exploring. He was maybe 21 years old, a few years older than her. 

"Let's take our clothes off now, Marie" he said gently. 

She nodded, but said "I've...never...done this before..." as her hands shook more noticably. 

"It's okay, Marie" he said. He helped her take off her sweater, under which she wore only a tee-shirt and a bra. The bra was really not necessary given her flatness but she felt it was the appropriate thing for a young woman to wear. The tee-shirt revealed her twig-like, bony arms with noticeable--but still quite feminine--light brown hair on them. David's arms and torso, by contrast, were perfectly bare, just like a scupture. 

She hesitated a moment before pulling off her shirt, again blushing deeply. David savoured the view of her undressing, and found it especially erotic how shy she was about herself. David reached behind her to undo her bra, and it fell to the ground. Marie covered her breasts with her hands, shyly. They both were naked from the waist up now. 

"You're so beautiful, Marie" he said. "I've dreamt of seeing your breasts ever since I first saw you..." He reached gently for her hands, and moved them away from her breasts, exposing them. He bent over and softly took each breasts into his mouth, at first very gently, then more firmly kissing, licking, and sucking on them until her nipples stood stiffly erect. Her breasts were tiny but her nipples were as large as most, so it was like two large nipples sticking straight out from her chest wall. 

She sensation made her tingle and she almost needed to sit down, as her knees almost buckled, in part from the sensual pleasure, in part from her tremulous excited anxiety that was building. 

David took off his pants and socks, then took off his underwear right away. His penis was already stiffly erect. 

He watched lovingly as Marie fumbled to undo her belt, tentatively lower her pants, then finally she managed to get them off. He found it especially erotic as she took of her socks to reveal delicate, small, feminine feet. She paused before taking off her panties. 

David's heart was pounding too as she slowly pulled her panties down. The slowness was mainly due to her anxiety, but from David's point of view it was a supremely erotic striptease. 

They stood naked, facing each other. David reached for her and they kissed again. This time she could feel his penis pressing up against her. 

It was a little cold in the room, and David gestured towards the blankets. They lay down together, side by side, and touched each other gently, looking into each other's eyes, kissing some more. 

Wordlessly, Marie rolled onto her back, and she chose to part her legs. She guided David to move on top of her. 

David positioned himself above her, and lowered his body onto hers, so she felt his weight on her fragile body. She felt so comfortable, like a comfy warm blanket around her for the first time in her life, when she had always been out in the cold before. 

David gently nuzzled his penis against her vaginal opening, but stayed there for a long time as Marie settled into more comfort. 

She knew it would hurt the first time, but she wanted this badly, and there was such comfort already present. 

David understood her anxiety. "Use your tongue to show me when to start" he said. She understood. They kissed and their tongues only danced within their own territory. 

Marie again decided to act. She thrust her tongue into David's mouth, with such force that it startled him. With that, he pressed his penis into her with all his weight, slowly but firmly, and she responded to the intensity of this sensation by thrusting her tongue in and out of his mouth even faster, and she started bucking upwards to force him even deeper into her, despite the initial pain. Her hymen burst with this movement, and a trickle of blood leaked onto the blankets. 

After the initial frenzy of movement, David and Marie settled into an almost motionless posture. 

David's penis was deeply inside Marie's vagina, nuzzled up against her cervix. It was a tight fit. David had not had an orgasm in weeks, despite bringing himself close on numerous occasions, so his balls were heavy and sore with accumulated semen. It was a challenge for David to hold back the monstrous orgasm that was coming. He wanted Marie to choose when his orgasm would happen. Marie was in ecstasy, just lying motionless together. The intimacy, gentleness, warmth, tenderness, affection...and the raw sexual passion, his big cock in her virgin cunt, his big muscular body on top of her skinny, frail body. Heaven...every little squirm and tiny movement sent new tingles through her body. She found she could make him respond just by moving her legs around a bit, because her vaginal muscles tensed or relaxed as she moved her legs to new positions. So she experimented, wrapped her little legs around his, or kept them straight and rubbed his feet with hers, all of these movements brought him dangerously close to the brink...

"Marie, I want to cum inside you". 

She knew it was dangerous, and she knew it was coming. But she wanted him, and she wanted his cum inside her. She wanted his body to be part of hers forever. 

She nodded. "Yes" she said, and moved her head to kiss him again. 

As their lips met, their tongues lingered gently against each other's for a while, until Marie paused a bit, slowly pulled her legs back, allowing David to pin her legs firmly backwards by her head with her ankles in his hands. Her hands moved to David's ass, and she pulled him with all her might into her as deep and hard as he would go, and with this movement she thrust her tongue again deeply past his teeth, throbbing into his mouth, tongue against tongue. 

This movement tightened Marie's cunt like a velvety vice against David's cock, and the sudden grip startled him. He almost blacked out as the first wave of his orgasm approached him. It was like feeling a huge surfing wave coming to shore, feeling part of it, knowing its inevitably, knowing its power, being swept into it, losing control in it, almost fainting as it first strikes...

A fountain of cum surged out of David's cock, forcing itself against Marie's cervix, causing her to gasp with the liquidy warmth and pressure that literally pushed into her womb. Surge after surge of semen blasted out, and at first they both just let it happen quietly and passively, then for the last few spurts of the orgasm, they both bucked and pushed at each other, trying to make it last forever, and trying to squeeze every last drop of cum out. 

Finally they lay exhausted on the blankets. They fell asleep for a few hours before waking and starting over. 

David genuinely loved Marie, and they would remain friends and lovers forever after. Her life was changed, and she became confident, happy, made friends, and found a new ecstatic joy in her sexuality. But Marie was not David's only lover. David's special gift was helping the often-forgotten or marginalized, sad and anxious women all around us, welcoming them to the world of sensuality and beauty. He took full responsibility for his actions, and was totally honest with all of his lovers (hard for some of them to accept, but finally they understood--some of them even followed in his footsteps and sought out lovers among other forgotten, shy, lonely people).



Finding Heaven



(For a variation story on the first two paragraphs and the topic of a suicide attempt, see the sr71plt story "Helpful Hiker.") 

*

I will always remember the barn. How could I ever forget it? It was a big, corrugated iron one, dull with age and with no windows on the lower level and just one at each end, up in the gable. Tall narrow windows that let light into the loft, while below the barn was dark and silent, cluttered and filled with dust. But I didn't know that when I first saw it. 

I came upon it slowly as I emerged onto the top of the mountain, after a steep climb from the bay below, which had taken me through the untouched forest of the National Park. And I came at it from the rear, seeing the high window lit with the full afternoon sun, and I saw him there caught in the sun, naked and golden, like some lost angel. Perched up there on the windowsill with his arms spread wide hanging on to the frame. He is the reason I remember the barn so well. 

I stopped there, breathing hard, recovering from the climb, and staring, fascinated by the erotic image before me. I was half expecting him to disappear, to be some trick of my mind. I wasn't as young or as fit as I once was, and a dizzy spell had caught me out the day before and left me unsteady for a while.

But no, the golden angel didn't vanish; instead, I now saw that he was looking towards me, and I waved at him. I waited, but he never waved back; he just stood poised on his perch, ignoring me and apparently unconcerned that I was staring at his nakedness. Yes. I was staring at him, drinking him in, and letting his beauty soak into me and send a warm rush though my body. And as my breathing returned to normal, I became increasingly aroused. 

Then suddenly I realised that he was falling. His arms were still spread out and he appeared to be standing, but as I watched he slowly began to fall forward. And he didn't make any sound, or any gesture to save himself.

I was frozen and part of me was saying, "It isn't real, this isn't happening," and part of me was screaming "Nooooooooooo." A long drawn-out cry of rage rising up in me at what he had done as I watched. At what he was doing to himself, and to me. 

He continued to fall silently, performing a perfect swan dive, as I stood there frozen, my mouth opening in a silent helplessness, but part of me still saying, "No, it can't be real." It seemed like forever that he fell, but it must have been only moments before he silently disappeared. Then there was a puff of dust and the spell was broken. 

I dropped my heavy pack and ran towards the rear of the barn where he had fallen, thinking, "Have I got my mobile? Who will I ring? How do you treat a broken neck? Shit, it's twenty years since I did first aid, shit, shit. Why? Why would he do it? Why to me?"

The grass had only been ankle high where I had been hiking past, but as I ran closer to where he had fallen, it got longer, and thicker. I was imagining broken bones poking out of skin and almost vomited just thinking of it. Then I got within a dozen feet of where I imagined he was and found myself slowed down and almost wading through thick thigh-high grass.

Then I was trying to climb a huge pile of decaying grass clippings and rubbish when I heard a soft moaning, and I finally saw him. He was pulling himself out of the centre of the invisible pile of lawn clippings and moaning. 

"Fuck it. I can't do anything right," he suddenly shouted and started swearing. "Fuck, fuck. Whyyyyy?" 

I was only feet away from him now, but he still didn't seem to know I was there.

"Ouch," he yelped, collapsing in a heap, half buried in dry grass and twigs as I noticed small branches sticking out of the pile he had landed in. 

I stopped, only about four feet from him, standing knee deep in vegetation and in danger of twisting something. I was panting again, and he seemed to be crying as he nursed his left arm. 

I struggled the rest of the way to him, "Are you OK?" I asked as I reached out to touch him, still afraid I'd find something awful.

He jerked around. "Oh shit," he gaped at me, "Who . . .? Were you . . .? God, did you see? Oh," He seemed completely flustered now. "I'm sorry. I've made a complete mess of it," he wailed, kicking a leg out at the rubbish he was half buried in. 

"I should have checked, shouldn't I?" he continued looking up at me, with tears streaking his cheeks. "Garth always told me I was no good at the details. "You're bloody useless at the detail, Ty," He was always saying. And I can't even manage to kill myself."

He was young, but not as young as he had looked poised up there in the barn window, and I was in shock myself and started yelling at him, "You frightened the bloody life out of me. Seeing you fall like that. And I am damn glad you didn't get badly hurt. Stop wallowing in self-pity. I hate blood. And I have no idea who to call if you were seriously hurt. I don't even know what the mobile reception is like here."

I sat down beside him, still panting, and he looked at me, peering at me with his mouth open. "See. Details, you think of them," he said with admiration. "I did take my contacts out, though," he added with a flicker of a smile. 

For a moment I thought, "The twit can't see. Geez." But then I was looking into his eyes, and god, those blue eyes of his, and I thought instead, "God, how I'd love to be gazing into them as I fuck him." 

"You're hurt," I said, pulling myself back to the present situation where I was playing the Good Samaritan. "How's your arm?" I asked, wondering how bad the arm he was nursing was and trying to remember what to do for someone in shock, as he obviously was. 

And I was worried that some awful injury he couldn't feel yet was being hidden by the rubbish that half covered him. I could see scratches everywhere, small ones that were oozing a drop or two of blood, and a couple of nastier gouges from small twigs that were starting to bleed trickles of blood. 

"Come on. You need to get up and, well, get out of here. Do you think . . . Um do you think your arm . . . is, um, broken?" I asked him, but not really wanting to know, because I couldn't remember what I was supposed to do if it was. 

"Um," he looked down at it sitting against his chest. "Um, it hurts, but I am not sure. I think I landed on it. It may just be bruised."

"What a stupid thing to do," I couldn't stop myself saying. "You could have given me a bloody heart attack." 

But that wasn't the real problem just then. He had turned more towards me, and I now had his half hard cock just in front of me. Christ, I was already dying to fuck him and now he was showing me his goods. His skin was pale all over, a healthy glowing pale, not the dull pale skin of a shut-up city person. And there was nothing tidied up about him; his golden hair spread out from his bush, up his belly, and was also sprinkled thickly over his balls and inside his thighs. His cock was a hairless pale, veined sausage with its red head just poking out of his foreskin. 

I couldn't help myself, I was in shock. I was running on the primitive drive to mate that overcomes us all when we have just escaped death or seen another do it. I slid my hand under his tool and lifted the head to my open lips and lowered my lips over it.

And he didn't stop me. But, feeling the hardness of his rod in my mouth, it was only minutes before I was throbbing and my body wanted to be buried in his. I raised my head and found his willing lips and pushed him over. 

He fell gently back, but then he let out a piercing cry that froze me, even in the heat I was in, and he slapped me hard on the head while he yelled. "Stop, stop. Ahhhh."

I sat up in horror; sure I had scared him, "Sorry I wasn't . . ." But I knew I had been about to take him. Well sort of, maybe. 

He sat up panting and started reaching about, "There's a stick or something poking up. Christ I thought I'd got stabbed. It bloody hurt," he said, feeling about in the rotting grass.

"I think we need to get out of here," I declared, totally confused now.

He struggled, up oohing and aahhing as bits of twig stuck into him and were pulled out of him, and struggled gingerly in the pile of rubbish, hardly able to move. His cock and balls were swinging freely and moving more than anything except his waving arms. The hurt one certainly didn't seem restricted, I even noticed. He seemed totally unconcerned, but it was sending me into heat and even more confusion. Did he want me looking at him, was he so naïve he didn't realise what I was feeling? I had no idea.

"You need pants and shoes," I said. The way he was flailing about naked even looked painful. Sure, it was erotic too, but not with the accompanying yelps, as things stuck into him and he moved his hurt arm the wrong way.

"In the barn," he said, "On the floor. That's a really good idea."

I struggled out of the mess of rubbish and old grass clippings and around to the other end of the barn, muttering to myself. The two big doors were securely padlocked, but the small service door in one of them hung open, and I went inside.

The barn was dry and still, with some abandoned broken-down machinery lying about covered in a heavy layer of dust like the floor was. But in places the dust had been disturbed, and I had no trouble finding Ty's backpack and the neat pile of folded clothes beside it. I grabbed his pants and shoes, but left his briefs there. He'd manage, I thought. And it meant less to take off him later I also thought deep down in my subconscious.

When he had struggled into the clothes and boots, he staggered gingerly out of the rubbish and long grass, then looked at me in confusion before striding around the barn and going inside it. I'd grabbed up my own pack and tagged along behind him. 

The shock was wearing off for both of us, and I was feeling mildly embarrassed by my earlier attempt to take him, and he now seemed embarrassed at my presence. But when I joined him inside, he had on a pair of glasses and had produced a bottle of Yellowtail Shiraz from his backpack. 

"Drink?" he asked, looking at me as if he was inspecting me, as he opened the bottle and then pulled out a plastic cup, which he filled and handed to me. 

"Cheers," I said, downing half the cup of wine in one go. I needed it.

He took a slug straight from the bottle, as I shoved the cup at him, "Here," I said, "We can share," But immediately I had second thoughts, and stopped and said, "Um . . . You aren't, um, that wasn't why was it, because you have . . ." 

He looked at me, waiting.

"You haven't got AIDS have you?" I finally managed to say, "That isn't why you jumped, is it?"

He threw his head back, God, what a beautiful neck he had-and laughed. "No. Christ. My excuse is even more boring and common. I . . ." He paused, then looked down at his feet and gulped some more wine down. "I got dumped," He said, "Because I was too old, oh, and what he didn't say, that I'm not a woman."

"Oh," I said, it sounded far too complicated for me just then, but I couldn't stop myself saying. "You looked like a golden angel up there, or a god. When I came out of the bush and first saw you standing in the window." 

He looked at me over the mouth of the bottle and took another drink. While the other hand, the one not holding the bottle, ran absently through the hair on his chest, and I almost choked, as I could feel his skin just watching him. And my erection was getting uncomfortable.

"And you're certainly not a woman," I added, trembling almost as I watched a few drops of red wine run down his chest and get lost in the growth there. "Which is a very good thing. I wouldn't have stopped to watch you if you were. I'd just have kept on hiking and wouldn't have seen you fall," I said, and knew it was true, and thought how awful that would have been to pass someone by like that.

He looked at me seriously. "You wanted to fuck me, didn't you?" he said, "Outside in that pile of stuff."

"Um. Yes," I replied. "I hope that . . ."

"Why?" He asked, "I'm not good looking, I'm too old, and I just jumped out of a barn window trying to kill myself."

"Um. Yes, you are a bit . . . But I still want to, and I think you are incredibly attractive and just the perfect age," I said. Being completely honest, as I didn't have any idea what else I could say.

"Garth told me I was too old and no good in the sack," He said, looking at me suspiciously. 

"Maybe he was wrong," I reminded him.

He looked at me speculatively. "Oh." Then he looked down at my package, "Do you still want to . . .?" He asked quietly, as he waved an arm, the good one, at the floor. 

I looked at the floor. I looked at him. "What a stupid question. And I've got a sleeping bag," I said, as I hurried to pull it out of my backpack before he changed his mind. 

He was obviously nutty as a fruit cake, but I had been lusting for him from the first moment I set eyes on him standing high up in that window, arms spread and ready to jump. And nothing since had made me want him less. I was spreading my zipped open sleeping bag out into a flat rug when he produced another one from his backpack.

"I have this one too," he said shyly as he handed it to me.

I quickly lay them out and then just walked up to him and unzipped and dropped his pants down and wrapped my arms about him and planted my mouth on his, as I rubbed my package against his gorgeous cock. 

He fell into the kiss nervously, and after a brief embrace, fiddled with my shirt buttons. I had my hands massaging his butt cheeks as he undid the first one. He was going hard nicely, his veiny cock growing and rising up against my belly, but I unzipped myself and let myself free, in case he never got that far. He was going so slow with the buttons and I was aching to do him. 

I took control then in desperation, driven mad by the way he moved his hands ineffectually about, touching my face, my shoulders and hugging me briefly. Now I pushed him down on the sleeping bags and kept pushing him back, kissing him until he was lying flat on his back. "Just where I wanted you," I thought, looking along his pale well-muscled body and gazing into his blue eyes. Then I knelt back between his thighs and in one smooth movement took his legs in my hands and spread them wide, going down on what he had between his legs. A nice-sized cock, a hairy ball sac I'd have loved to explore further, if I hadn't been obsessed with pushing his legs back towards his sides so my mouth could keep up its explorations and discover his hole. 

"Hmmmm," I sighed, feeling his puckered rim wink at me as my tongue found it. 

"Oh baby, you are beautiful," I murmured to him, "Just hold your legs there," I instructed, and he fumbled about, making odd grunting sounds.

I stroked my tool briefly, as I stroked my other hand up and down inside his thighs and ran my fingers over his entrance, making it wink again at me. I lifted his butt, and he rolled over more so that I had perfect access to his hole for my mouth. 

"Mmm. Beautiful," I reminded him as I bent to run my tongue over it and then around it. He was moaning now and his bud twitching.

I kissed it, and he groaned, and I teased it with my tongue, and he whimpered, and I looked up and saw that his eyes, behind the glasses, were fixed on what he could see happening. My mouth on his hole, my hand on his cock, stroking it, and my other hand pulling at his rim. Then I had my tongue inside him. 

"Oh god, yes," he suddenly cried out, "Fuck me. Pump me. Oh god, I want a cock inside me. Do it, do it. Oh god."

His sudden wild shouting drove me wilder with frustration and desire. I slobbered over him and added a wet finger, and then he was as ready as I had time to get him. I briefly pressed two fingers into his loosened hole. "Oh god, Now, now take me." He yelled, moving his hips against my hand, driving my fingers deeper. And I was more than ready to oblige him but had to stop to rip open and put on a condom I had got out earlier

Now he was trying to get my cock into him, reaching for it, moaning, "Yes, oh what a beauty, oh how hard."

We were both guiding it to his entrance, which just seemed to open up and suck me in as he arched his back and moaned wildly, rocking his body about from side to side, twisting himself around my tool as it drove deeper into his channel and I took possession of him. 

I cried out, "Oh god, baby," at the way his channel was turning on my throbbing tool as his walls caressed it. I hardly had time to plow him half a dozen times slowly before I was pounding his ass in a frenzy and cuming, giving a cry of release as I did, which I hadn't done for years. 

And I thought, "Thank the fuck you are gone Lachlan." The bastard I'd been keeping for eight years had walked out six months before after telling me he was embarrassed to tell his friends what I did for a living.

"You have the mind of a frustrated housewife," He had thrown at me. "And it's humiliating that you call reading and publishing that romance rubbish a job."

I loved my work, and I had screamed at him how he was never embarrassed about helping to spend what it earned me. "And you are a worse fuck than any bloody romance starved housewife Lachlan," I'd added, because sex had not been that great for a couple of years. 

Now I sagged back, spent, and just looked down at the beautiful sight of my cock disappearing into Ty's ass and stroked his cheeks. But my other hand had joined his on his own tool, and I was looking in his eyes again as he came up his belly and spattered cum on his chest and face. I leant forward and licked it off him, and we fell into a deep kiss. A tongue feeding inside his mouth, as my dick hummed inside his passage. I wasn't leaving his ass till I had come again and only pulled out long enough to get another condom. 

After that deep, possessing kiss, he began to move his hands all over me and himself easily, stroking, pinching, tugging. And when he could get his mouth to me, he was licking and kissing me. 

When I was recharged, I rode him long, and slow, and deep. And I stroked his nice thick tool as he moaned and writhed and came twice for my once. The last time shooting the little bit of cum he had left up his belly as I came inside him. We lay there connected, cock in ass, then when I slipped out, hand to cock and hand to cock for some time until he began to fuck my fist. He was young and virile.

"Again," he whispered in my ear, 

"Hey, I am not as young as you," I said, as he began to stroke me. 

Instead, I moved down, finally having time to wash and explore every bit of his lovely thick cock and his hairy balls with my mouth as he wrapped and unwrapped his legs from around me and ran his hands over his chest and belly, joining my own exploring ones and finally gripping my hair in his fists as he unloaded into my throat. 

When I had swallowed his cream, I came up for air, and kissed him. And sitting up, I said honestly, "I think you are an animal in the sack." 

He seemed happy and looked half asleep, and in a few minutes I had drifted off too.

In the morning I woke to his hands stoking my erection, and I happily rolled him on his belly and, grabbing another condom, fucked up into him as he lay there nice and tight under me. Him groaning and moving his hips as he rubbed his own dick off on the sleeping bag. He grunted as he came and then rotated his butt for me as I fucked him wildly and came. 

"That was the last condom," I said, as I rolled off him, "Unless you have any?" 

"No," he said turning to look at me. "I could be fucked by you all day," he added shyly. "Would you want . . .?"

"If I was able," I said laughing and cuddling up close to him in the suddenly chilly morning air, and we wrapped our arms about each other and went into a deep kiss.




Finding Heaven



"Oh, by the way, my names Charlie," I said. 

"Well, Charlie, we'd better get somewhere we can stock up," he said, smiling. "Then we can come back here for the rest of the day."

"Let's," I agreed, but knowing I had to head back to Sydney that night . 

"But I have to be at work in the morning in Sydney," I said to him honestly. I was already riding out a major unpleasant storm there, and not showing up on Monday morning was just not on the cards. "Come back to my place," I said. "Can you do that?"

"I suppose so," He replied, shrugging. "I don't have to be anywhere particular tomorrow morning."

That decided, we got up and started to dress, Ty pulling stuff out of his backpack, T-shirts, a saucepan, notebook, and a couple of novels. 

"Don't tell me you read that crap that Tara Langtree writes," I couldn't stop myself from saying, seeing The Ruined Palace by Tara Langtree fall from his bag.

The words were hardly out of my mouth when Ty had me on the ground, trying to strangle me. "Hey, get off. Stop it. Geez, you're mad," I shouted at him, as I tried to push him off, suddenly remembering he was a fruit cake who had tried to kill himself the day before, and wondering if the man I had asked home was a lunatic. 

And he was yelling back, "She writes great books. That bastard stole her. Great books," he shouted at me, shaking me and red with anger. 

"Yes. She did, she did," I shouted back at him, quite honestly, "She wrote great books. Great books, until the last two," I finished shouting, as Ty's fingers eased their grip on my neck. "That woman used to write gold. That's why I went out on a limb to sign her up. Now my name is shit, and I'll be lucky to keep my job. The last one was . . . "

"Trash," Ty yelled, jumping up and throwing The Ruined Palace across the barn.

Well, I had met people who were keen on romance writers, but I thought this was going a bit far, and I looked up at Ty cautiously. "Yes, it is trash. And the one before wasn't as good as I expected, but at lest it was readable and covered itself financially." 

Ty turned to me, "You said you signed her. You? You work for True Romance Books?" He looked pale. 

"Yes. Yes, but um, maybe we should go," I said, trying to stuff my things back into my backpack as quickly as I could. 

"I'm the real Tara. I wrote those books, all except the last two," he said. 

"Oh," I mumbled, lost. 

"All of them. Garth said that it would look better if a woman did the talks, though. And the book events. And I don't like crowds of people, so I said, yes, sure. So, he got his wife to do them. Him and his wife, Angela went everywhere pretending she was Tara."

I looked at him. He sounded rational for a lunatic, and, yes, Tara's real name was Angela. "She always did well at talks," I said, cautiously, "She's a good-looking woman and knows how to sell herself." 

Ty had flopped down on the floor, "Yes. Then Garth brought me a manuscript to look at for him, "Just something Angela was hoping might get looked at by someone," he said. Night of Envy it was called, and he asked me to see if it needed any work done on it. I said, "Of course, Garth, anything for you, lover." It was awful. I had to put off finishing Loves Triangle to get her Night of Envy decent. Then he tells me a couple of months later that no one wants Loves Triangle. And that I have lost my touch," He paused; with a few tears running down his face. "I was devastated."

And I was starting to listen to the fantasy Ty was making up, as the name Garth rang a bell too. Garth was Tara Langtree's manager and husband, and was a hunk with an eight-inch dick. We'd fucked after the contract was signed, back when I was floating on cloud nine. 

"So, you wrote Cauldron of Passion?" I asked.

"Yes. Of course. Pamela's first time. I was worried how much sex to show in that. I mean, it was very passionate," he replied, frowning. 

"So, Garth was what?"

"Um, my manager and agent and editor and, well, um, lover," Ty said, shrugging and looking foolish. "Then he told me his wife, Angela, had got a contract with True Romance. Her contract, as Tara. And he told me I was getting too old and had lost my talent and from now on he would need all his time to manage his wife, who after years of standing in for me was now really going to be Tara."

Ty burst into tears and ran to his backpack and pulled out a manuscript. "I have read it through a dozen times. It's better than anything his wife could ever write. I can't believe it was rejected. But I call people up and say I am really Tara, and will hey look at it and they just laugh at me and hang up," he said, sniffling loudly. 

I took the manuscript from his hands and sat on an old rusty drum and opened it. 

"Do you mind if I read it?" I asked, as I looked up at him.

He looked frightened, "No. Read it. And . . . and tell me the worst."

I sat there and began to read. And read and read. Until I was interrupted by a small voice and looked up. 

A shaft of light was coming in through the loft window where I had first seen him, and the dusty rays were filtering down from the loft and lighting up his head and shoulders. 

"So, is it alright do you think?" Ty was asking, biting his nails and looking at me. 

I looked across at him, seeing him lit up like a golden angel again in the dusty ray of sunlight. God, I wanted to fuck him. Great romance novels always do that to me. No idea why, but they make me horny as hell, and Tara's had always been some of the best. 

"It's fantastic; it's the real Tara," I said, throwing myself on him and devouring his mouth. 

I was in heaven with an angel, my cock rock hard and throbbing.



Finding Heaven in Ruby Tuesday



Don't get me wrong; I'd love to visit the States on a holiday, but to have to do it on business is a real chore. I'd been over to Boston once before, about six years ago. Technology meant that it wasn't really necessary anymore, but for some reason the Company Directors decided that I should be out there in person when the new Server went on-line.

I travelled over on Sunday so that I could be in the office first thing on Monday morning. It was a relatively relaxed journey – I didn't have to check in until after lunchtime.

Although it was a flight of over seven and a half hours, the time went fairly quickly. They were showing a couple of films I hadn't seen yet and I had also taken a book with me to read. And when I got bored with both of those, I watched the display of the flight path. The gradual curve that we had taken over the Atlantic suddenly changed as we were put into a holding pattern and made a full 360 degrees turn before continuing on down to the runway. From the angle of approach I could just about make out the hotel that I was supposed to be staying at.

The last time I went through Boston Logan was not long after 9/11 and the security personnel were very jumpy. They were still very careful this time, but more relaxed and as a result within half an hour of landing I was out on the street and getting into a taxi. It was a 50:50 chance that I would get a Bostonian of Irish or Italian descent, this time the badge declared him to be Michael Flaherty. It was a short, but pleasant ride as the driver was one of those who like to chat to his customers.

The Marriott Long Wharf looked just the same as I remembered it. I paid the driver and walked in carrying my own bag (a small one). Although it was only about 6pm, my body clock was still thinking it was five hours later, so I was glad to get into my room and sit down. I really didn't feel like going out, but I knew that I needed to eat, so I ordered up a pizza from Room Service. They're so much more prompt in the US. I had hardly got to grips with the TV and its choice of channels when there was a knock on the door. I signed for the food and iced beer and sat down to eat.

I managed to keep myself awake until about 9pm, before getting into bed. Amazingly, I slept until exactly 7am the next morning, just as my alarm was about to go off. This basically allowed me a nice leisurely shower, breakfast and then walk to the Boston office.

The restaurant looks out over the harbour and on a glorious day such as this it looked truly beautiful. As I said, I'd love to go there as a tourist, but this was a business trip.

As it turned out, my work was almost completed in two days, but because of the time difference with the UK, I was going to have to go in again first thing in the morning to make one last test. I went out in the evening to Quincy Market, where I knew that I could get seemingly any nationality of food under the sun. For some reason I fancied the idea of Thai cooking and made for Bangkok Express where I ordered up Satay Kai Chicken. It wasn't a disappointment. After allowing the meal to digest, I still felt I had a little room and indulged my sweet tooth at Joeys Gelateria.

I stayed out walking around for the rest of the evening before making my way back to the hotel. I had a beer in the bar, but was by now feeling a little tired so made my way to bed.

So, once again I arose at 7am, showered, dressed and then headed downstairs for breakfast.

Having eaten well the night before, I wasn't particularly hungry – certainly not enough to need a cooked breakfast. So, I decided upon toast, juice and coffee.

They have a toast making machine in the restaurant. You choose your slice of bread and place it on the metal conveyor belt. The bread moves into the works, being heated rapidly, turns and comes back out underneath. I have to be honest; the first time I came across it, I hadn't got a clue how it worked – but I was fortunate enough to see somebody else using it and simply copied them. The woman who was standing in front of the apparatus looking bemused was older than me, but I couldn't really be certain by how much. She was dressed in dark grey trousers and matching jacket and she wore her hair fairly short. In her three inch high heeled shoes I would guess that she was around 5' 10", or about three inches shorter than I am.

I walked up and said, "Can I help? I know it can be a bit difficult to get the hang of it."

"Thank goodness! Another English voice! I was dreading having to ask somebody and look daft."

Face to face I realised that she was probably in her mid-fifties, but that she was still very attractive. I couldn't help noticing the impressive cleavage that she was displaying in the "V" of her blouse. The suit she was wearing was snug fitting and it looked as though she had very nice curves, but little excess. All this I took in, in a matter of seconds. I got myself back on track as I explained how she could make her toast. I placed my own bread in behind hers and waited for it to arrive.

"Are you with someone," she asked. "Or shall we sit together and form our own little British enclave?"

"Why not? It would be nice to have company for once."

We moved to the far side of the restaurant area, next to a window and overlooking the harbour. On a blue-sky day such as this the view was magnificent.

"I'm Janie, by the way," she said.

"Alex," I replied. "I'm over here for a few days on business, how about you?"

"I'm on the last leg of a tour of the Company's offices. I just got in from Dallas late last night. I've got a meeting at 11am followed by a lunch. After that I'm supposed to be taken out to the warehouse to be given a guided tour." She raised her eyebrows to emphasise her lack of interest in the prospect. "Then I'm supposed to have another two meetings tomorrow – morning and afternoon.

"So, what about you? How long are you over here for?" she asked.

"Me? Three days, more or less. I work in IT. I really didn't need to be here as we can do most things remotely nowadays, but somebody got in a panic and insisted that I came over. To be on the safe side, I've got three and a half days to get things right and smooth a few people's wrinkles."

We chatted amiably while we ate our breakfasts. Eventually though, I decided that I needed to return to my room to get ready to leave. It was a pleasant interlude and at the time I thought that this was all it was.

The Boston office was a half hour walk from the hotel. I spent the day overseeing the network, tidying up and doing a few favours.

I strolled back to Long Wharf and made my way up to my room on the sixth floor. The television held my interest for no more than thirty minutes and pretty soon I remembered breakfast – and Janie. I wondered if she had returned to the hotel yet and decided to stroll downstairs and see if I could spot her. I wandered around, made a single drink last an eternity in the bar, but by 7pm I was both hungry and convinced that she wasn't around.

I left the hotel and headed for Quincy Market again. I didn't really know what I wanted to eat, but in the end walked into the Durgin Park restaurant. I was glad I did; the food was classic American – the portions likewise. I sat at the bar and ordered a drink before deciding on my meal and then ate it where I sat. I had no interest in moving away as the bartender was an absolute riot. He seemed to be able to make almost anybody laugh and keep them amused for hours.

After a few more beers I eventually settled my bill made my way outside. I would have stayed longer, but my body still hadn't quite adjusted to US time and I had to be up early in the morning again.

I slept soundly and was only awoken by my alarm going off. I got up showered, shaved and got dressed. I was dressed casually again, wearing jeans and an open-necked shirt.

It was another nice day outside, so having loaded my breakfast tray I headed over to the same table that I had been at the previous morning. I'd only been there for five minutes, totally absorbed in the view, when I heard a voice behind me.

"Good morning handsome. I hoped I might see you again."

I looked round to find Janie standing holding a tray. "Hi," I said. "Take a seat."

I was slightly taken aback by the apparent familiarity. It wasn't something that I'd expect from somebody of only thirty minutes acquaintance. Besides, I'd never considered myself anything more than ordinary.

Before I could stop myself, I said what I was thinking, "I looked around for you yesterday evening, but I didn't see you."

I saw that raise of the eyebrows again, indicating her exasperation. "I got caught out. Somebody was holding a dinner party and I was invited. I didn't know anything about it and everybody assumed that I had been told. I tried to get out of it, but they wouldn't take no for an answer. I was told that I had no choice as it would leave the party with thirteen people at the table!

"When I got there, I realised that most people were couples, but that there were three unattached men. Actually, two of them were quite dishy, but alas, they weren't my type. They were each others type, if you get my drift." A single eyebrow was raised after that comment.

"So, it seemed that I had been paired off with the one remaining single man. Well, I know that I'm no spring chicken at fifty nine, but he must have been seventy and had a Zimmer frame! Well, OK, walking sticks at any rate."

I was surprised; I really hadn't figured that Janie was that old. Her face and figure belied her age. I would imagine that most women would sell their souls to look that good at her age. So there was a fourteen year gap between us, but frankly it never even occurred to me. She was somebody that I genuinely enjoyed talking to and being with.

"Worse still," she continued. "He was so boring! He'd been an accountant all of his life and it was the only thing he could talk about. I don't think that he'd ever done anything exciting or risky – or even considered it!

"Anyway, I only got back late. I took my make-up off, cleaned my teeth and climbed into bed. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow."

I hadn't got a word in for a while, but I was happy to listen to her cheerful voice. I couldn't help but smile.

"Anyway, enough about my day; how was yours?"

"Oh, not too bad, I guess. I almost finished everything, but I've got to go back in first thing to finish off. Then I'll have the rest of the day to myself. I thought I'd do a bit of tourism; perhaps take one of the boat trips around the harbour. I have to go back tomorrow evening on the 7.45 flight, so I'll have most of the day to enjoy myself."

"7.45," she said. "Not the Virgin Atlantic flight?"

"That's right," I answered.

"Fantastic! That's the flight I'm booked on! We can travel together."

Rather than being surprised by her forwardness, I actually found myself thinking eagerly of the prospect and agreed that we should stick together.

"So, what are you planning to do once you finish work today?" she asked.

"I thought I might do the tourist bit and take a trip on one of the harbour boat tours."

"I'm envious. I've got a long boring day ahead and I'm dreading the possibility of being invited to yet another humdrum dinner party."

"Why don't you just turn them down?"

"I tried before, remember? It didn't work."

"Well, why don't you simply tell them that you already have a dinner date?"

Janie's mouth dropped open and she looked straight at me. "Now there's an idea – and it would be even better if I was actually telling the truth." Once again an eyebrow arched. It took me a few seconds to catch on. "That's if you wouldn't be embarrassed to be seen with a woman of my age?"

"No!" I said. "I mean... no I wouldn't... mind I mean. Hold on..."

I took a deep breath and started again, "Janie, can I invite you out for a meal this evening? I would really like to spend some more time with you."

At first she smiled at my being flustered, but then her face looked... almost sad? "Oh Alex, thank you. I was teasing a little bit there, because I didn't think that you would be interested. But you're serious aren't you?"

"Of course Janie, nothing would give me greater pleasure. Would 7pm be OK? Shall we meet in the bar?"

I walked away from the restaurant wondering if I was being stupid. Maybe she was simply winding me up? Maybe she wouldn't bother turning up this evening? After all, she looked a classy woman and I was just a computer geek.

I went off to the office and finished the outstanding work, but then they found a few other tasks for me to complete. So, eventually, I left there later than I had intended – and too late to take the boat trip I had planned. Still, it proved a blessing in disguise as I had the opportunity to do a little shopping. I'd travelled over to the States with enough shirts, underwear and socks for the length of trip (plus an extra day for safety), but I'd only brought two pairs of jeans with me and my jacket was far from suitable for a decent restaurant.

Rather oddly, the first thing that I purchased was a pair of shoes. It's very unusual for me to find a pair that fit in length and width and still feel comfortable – let alone look smart and fashionable! And the price was pleasantly low as well.

I looked around for trousers and jackets, but walking through one store I came across a Neru suit. I'd often fancied the idea of buying one, but had never gotten around to it. Once again, I was able to find the exact sizes that I wanted and even bought a shirt to match the style.

Back at the hotel, I still had a couple of hours to kill, so I lay down on the bed and switched on the TV. Daytime television in the US is just as bad as in the UK, possibly worse. It wasn't surprising that I dozed off. Fortunately, I awoke in plenty of time, had a shower and got dressed. I made my way down in the lift at about ten minutes before we were due to meet. Walking through the lobby and into the bar, I started to notice some admiring glances. I have to admit; my reflection in the mirror did look quite good.

I bought a drink at the bar and then walked across to a sofa in a quiet corner. Twenty minutes later, I began to worry that Janie wasn't coming, but then she strolled in through the doors. She took my breath away; wearing a snug, but not-too-tight black skirt and matching jacket. She walked with confidence on impossibly-high heels and headed straight for me. I stood to greet her and leant forward to kiss her cheek.

Up close, I noticed that Janie wasn't wearing much make-up, but what she had on was used to great effect.

"I'm so sorry Alex. Like a typical woman, I allowed myself a couple of hours to get ready and still I'm late."

"Don't worry. If you start with perfection, it must take time to improve." I couldn't believe I'd just said that!

Her mouth opened in surprise. "Oh, you silver-tongued smoothy! I'll begin to think that you're chatting me up if you carry on like that!" she laughed.

I asked Janie what she would like to drink and then strolled across to the bar to get it. Upon my return, I was able to pay more attention to the way she was dressed. For a start; as she leaned forwards to place her drink on the nearby table, her jacket opened a little revealing that she was only wearing an attractive lace bra beneath. I couldn't help wondering if the rest of her underwear matched. When she had walked towards me I hadn't been able to see the back of her legs, but now sitting next to her I could see she was wearing very fine black RHT stockings. Oh, and there was no doubt that they weren't tights – the telltale signs of suspender straps and clasps were just visible beneath the dark material of her skirt.

To say that I found her incredibly sexy and attractive would have been an understatement. I was glad that the new suit covered the obvious evidence.

"I have to say Alex, you look incredible. You were already good-looking, but when you dress like this you must have women slobbering at your feet."

I laughed, assuming that she was being her usual amusing self and just harmlessly flirting. We moved into the restaurant and sat down to eat. I honestly can't remember much about the meal; the time flew by as we talked, both of us flirted outrageously.

Eventually we returned to the bar. After a bottle of wine between us I expected Janie to be a little less steady on those heels, but she was as steady as a rock. But that didn't stop her taking hold of my arm and squeezing close. We sat down on the sofa again and continued our conversation. My tongue had been loosened and I started saying things that I would never normally do when sober.

"Frankly, I find it hard to believe that any man would prefer a woman in tights rather than stockings." We had been talking about what attracted men.

"So you prefer stockings then do you?"

"Sure. Especially if they're as expensive as the ones you're wearing. I mean, they're so sheer – they must have cost the earth!"

"Actually they did. I bought them at lunchtime today." She reddened slightly when she realised that she was admitting that she had bought expensive hosiery for a date with me.

I thought I'd better ease her embarrassment, but my sense of humour went a little further than I had meant it to. I said, "You know what I like most about stockings?"

She shook her head vaguely.

"It's the Giggle Band."

"The what?"

"The Giggle Band."

"What's that?"

"You know; the dark band at the top." As I said this I momentarily stroked two fingers on her leg at the place where the stocking top would be, feeling the clasp as I did so.

Janie almost lost the track of the conversation; my hand had clearly had an effect upon her. She licked her lips and said, "So why is it called the Giggle Band?"

"Because once you're past there, you're laughing!" I smiled, awaiting her reaction.

She giggled. "You naughty man! You used that joke just so that you could get a feel of my leg."

It was my turn to go slightly pink, but then she said, "It's all right. I'm not really cross with you. I quite enjoyed it really. But you'll have to behave yourself from now on."

That was going to be very difficult indeed, when all I really wanted to do was take her in my arms and make love to her. We talked and laughed for the rest of the evening, before we decided it was time for bed – our own beds alas. 

Janie's room was on the floor below mine, so I played the gallant gentleman and walked her to her door. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but I had been hoping that she would allow me to kiss her. It seemed that she was amenable to the idea, as she turned full on to me and raised he face to look at mine. I leaned in slowly and she didn't move away, so I gently touched her lips with mine. When I looked, I saw that her eyes were closed and her lips were slightly parted. I made contact with the soft, warm, sensuous flesh once again and this time added a little pressure. Her mouth opened in response and my tongue slipped in and searched for of hers. My arms enveloped her and pulled her in to my body. My hands roamed up and down her back of their own accord. I couldn't help myself when they moved further down onto her buttocks. She didn't object as I kneaded the surprisingly firm flesh through the thin material of her skirt and panties.

The kiss seemed set to last for a long, long time, but then I felt a gentle pushing on my chest and I broke away. We both stood looking at each other, trying to regain our breath and senses.

"Oh Alex," she said. "I'd really like to invite you in, but I can't."

I must have had a slightly hurt look on my face, for she said, "Honestly. I really would like to, but I've always lived by rules. I've hardly ever kissed on a first date other than a peck on the cheek and what we just did was a lot more than that. I can't go to bed with a man who I've only just met; I've been hurt too many times."




Finding Heaven in Ruby Tuesday



I smiled. "That's OK Janie. I'm sorry if I went further than you had intended. I've had a really great evening. Thank you." I kissed her lightly on the cheek, winked and turned away. I walked to the lift and pushed the button. I then turned back to look at her. She stood leaning against her door and from where I was it looked as if she was in pain. I blew her kiss and stepped through the doors.

The next morning I found that Janie had beaten me to the restaurant. When I approached she looked a little tired, but still as beautiful.

"Good morning Janie. How are you this morning?"

She smiled wanly. "I'm so sorry Alex," she said.

"Sorry? What for?"

"Because I wouldn't let you into my room last night."

She looked really serious and I couldn't quite understand why. "You have nothing to apologise for. I had a thoroughly enjoyable evening in the company of a gorgeous woman – who, I might add, turned the heads of virtually every man in the room. It's me who should be apologising for overstepping the mark when I saw you to your door."

She looked directly into my eyes and said, "No, you misunderstand. I meant that I was sorry that I didn't let you into my room. I lay awake all night just thinking about you."

"Do you want to know something? So did I." I rose slightly from my seat and leaned over to kiss her. Janie's lips tasted of the juice she had just consumed and I wanted to kiss her for longer, but decided that this wasn't the right time or place.

We sat back and continued with our breakfast. Janie tried to get the conversation going again. "So, you didn't tell me yesterday; did you manage to get out on the boat?"

"No, unfortunately." I thought for a moment and then said, "Listen, it's a nice day again, how about we go on a boat together?"

She brightened considerably, a beaming smile lighting her face as she replied, "I'd love to."

We finished our meal and then went back to our own rooms to pack. We had agreed to check out of the hotel and leave our luggage in their secure storage until we came back later. We met in the lobby and strolled out to where the tour boats docked. We purchased tickets for the 11am departure and then went for a stroll on Long Wharf to kill time. Janie had changed out of the trousers she had worn to breakfast and was now wearing a pleated skirt. She seemed to have a way of swinging her hips that made the material sway in a deliciously sexy manner. The high heels and seams only exacerbated her allure. She wore the same jacket as the previous night, but this time had worn a white blouse beneath.

She slipped her arm through mine as we walked and chatted about nothing much at all. We arrived back at the boat just as they were allowing people to board. Surprisingly, for such a promising day there were few people getting on. In fact, I don't think anybody came on after us.

There was an upper and a lower deck. Everybody made their way upstairs to make the best of the sunshine and we followed. I allowed Janie to climb the ladder ahead of me and as she climbed I was treated to a close view of her well-toned nylon-clad calves. Just then, a breeze swirled across the deck and made its escape up through the stairway. The effect was uplifting – literally – as the pleated skirt gently ballooned outwards and upwards.

Before Janie could get the skirt back under control, I had been given more than just a short glimpse of what lay hidden beneath; the seamed stockings had a deep lace top to them and were held in place by a pure white, suspender belt. The view lasted for long enough for me to observe that her panties matched the lace pattern and that she wore them over the top of the straps – just the way they should be.

Having pushed the hem back down, Janie turned and said, "I think we had better stay down here."

We walked across the deck to couple of chairs and sat down.

"I hope nobody saw too much," she said.

"It's OK. Nobody else saw anything." Too late, I realised what I was admitting.

She looked at me and arched that eyebrow again, "Meaning that you saw everything?"

"Um... pretty much, yes." I decided that being bashful was pointless, so I plunged on, "For what its worth; I thought it was the most gorgeous sight in Boston."

"I guess that I should take that as a compliment. Did you really like what you saw?"

"Oh yes. You're legs are absolutely stunning. I mean, they are so well defined, but without being over muscular. How do you manage it?"

"There's no trick really. I force myself to walk two miles to the station and back every day. I try and maintain a pace that keeps my heart and lungs working a little bit. The result is that I don't ever feel the need to diet or exercise and, as you said, my legs look pretty good – even if I say so myself."

"If I had more nerve, I'd ask if I could touch them and find out what they feel like," I said.

"If that's what you want, why don't you do it then?"

I felt as though I was in an erotic dream and that I would wake up before long. I looked around and could see no one else around. The sides of the deck were high enough that the lower halves of our bodies couldn't be seen and as the boat had been moving for a few minutes, we were well away from prying eyes on the shore.

I looked back down at Janie's legs and as I did do, she slowly pulled her skirt up higher to reveal the lace tops. I placed my hand on her knee, double checked that there was nobody else around and slid it up the smooth nylon. My heart was beating so fast and seemed so loud that I was sure that she would be able to hear it.

When my hand reached the stocking top, I was surprised at how soft the material felt. I was also fascinated by the firmness of her thigh. She tugged the skirt a little higher to reveal lightly tanned flesh above, inviting me to caress higher. And, as I did so, her legs began to part for me. I looked at Janie's face; she was looking down at my hand, her chest rising and falling rapidly and her lips were parted. I could hear her panting. She realised I was looking at her and raised her eyes to mine. I kissed her again as my hand slipped the remaining few inches to the crotch of her panties. I could feel the heat of her body before I even made contact. When I did so, Janie broke away from the kiss and gasped.

I wasn't sure what she wanted, but Janie seemed to enjoy me touching her there. I could feel the outline of her labia through her panties and I slid my fingers along it. When I moved higher up I could make out her clitoris protruding from between the delicate folds. She was making quiet sighing noises and her breathing was quickening.

I took a quick look behind us to make sure that there was still nobody in sight, before I pressed my fingers and rubbed more firmly.

"Ohhhh..." was all she could say. She stopped breathing and gripped my arm. Her whole body shook silently and I understood that she had very quickly reached an orgasm. I took my hand from under her skirt and put my arms around her. I waited until she appeared to have begun to recover and then kissed her passionately again.

When we stopped kissing, we didn't say anything for some time. I didn't want to disturb her reverie and waited patiently for her to speak. When she did, it was with a whisper.

"I don't know what to say Alex. Nobody has ever done that before. Thank you." She smiled at me and said, "You know, I used to get embarrassed at kissing in public. I can't believe what we just did. You're sure that nobody saw us?"

"I don't think so Janie. For the record, I've never done anything like that in public either – but I could get used to the idea!" We both giggled like young lovers.

The boat trip seemed to last for only a few minutes, rather than the ninety promised. When we stepped ashore I think we both had the same thought; if only we were here for another day and could now go straight back to our hotel room. Instead we spent the day wandering around and sight-seeing. Finally, it was time to pick up our luggage from the hotel and grab a taxi to the airport.

Quite often on these evening flights, there are a limited number of passengers. On many occasions it is possible to take one seat in a row that is otherwise unoccupied. This allows the fortunate passenger to stretch out and go to sleep when the lights are extinguished late in the night. We tried to act nonchalantly as we requested seats next to each other and, if possible, in an empty row. The woman at the check-in desk did even better; we were in the centre of the last row and the paired seats by the windows on either side were also clear of people.

As we waited for our flight to be called, we were able to sit and watch aircraft being moved about. Our own was already in place, with the retractable walkway pressed against the entrance. Just in front of this was the stylish nose art – a red-headed woman in a bathing costume and displaying the Union flag. Beneath the row of windows was the airplane's name; Ruby Tuesday.

We made our way to our seats and stowed our cheap airport purchases in the lockers above. Sitting down next to each other, we fell into talking once more. It seemed as though we never exhausted our supply of topics. Our discussions were only interrupted when the stewardesses came to serve drinks or food. Eventually, the main lights were turned out. Some individual lights remained on, but those closest to us were extinguished.

In the darkness we leaned close in to each other and kissed. When we parted Janie said, "How about a little game?"

"What sort of game?" I asked.

"Truth and Lies."

"Right, how do you play it then?"

"Well, I tell you something and you have to guess if it's true or not."

I didn't think to ask what the prize for getting it right was, or even the penalty for getting it wrong. Besides, before I could think for too long Janie spoke in a whisper, just next to my ear, "When you did that to me on the boat, you made me so wet that I had to take my knickers off at the first opportunity."

I turned and looked at her. Of course, she was telling the truth; she had been incredibly wet – but I hadn't realised that she had removed her panties.

"You're telling the truth," I said.

She grinned impishly and told me, "You're right. What would you like for a prize?"

"I'd like to check for myself." With that, I slipped my hand under her skirt and ran it all the way up to her pussy. She was still quite moist, but I was delighted to find that she was smoothly shaven. I fondled her for a while until she stopped me and said that it was my turn.

"OK." But then I stopped, not sure what to say. In a moment of panic, I said the first thing that came into my mind; "I'm wearing thong underpants."

Janie couldn't stop giggling. I was worried that she was going to disturb the other passengers. Finally, with tears forming in her eyes, she managed to get out the words, "No way! You've got to be lying."

Oops! I hadn't thought that one through properly! Of course, when I told her I was telling the truth she demanded proof. I checked around to make sure nobody was likely to see us and unfastened the belt through my jeans. I popped the top button and unzipped them a little way. I pulled my shirt out of my trousers and pulled the rear down on the side closest to Janie, revealing the wide waistband and narrow thong disappearing between my cheeks.

I know what you're thinking; a forty-five year old man wearing a thong? Well, it's like this; I find them comfortable. They hold my John Thomas nicely in place, but are cool under trousers or jeans.

I went to 'adjust my dress' as they say, but Janie put her hand on mine to stop me. Once again she leaned in close to talk, "You get a prize – and so do I."

I opened my mouth to query this, but then her hand slid beneath mine and wandered inside my flies. Her fingers immediately found my stiffening rod and tried to wrap around it. That was just about enough to fire up the blood and bring my cock full arousal. Janie's mouth formed an 'O'.

"What have you been hiding in here? It feels like a monster!"

I thought that at this point discretion would be advisable. The airline staff had supplied us with blankets and I now took mine and quickly covered my lower half with it. Janie ignored my attempts at modesty and was struggling to free my member from my underpants. I knew she had succeeded when I felt the woolly texture of the blanket on its head. She began to rub the length gently.

"I have just got to see this," she said.

I lifted the edge of the blanket a little bit and said, "Well, if you want to see it you'll have to look under here."

Janie misunderstood. I'd meant that she should lift the blanket a little more and peak from the side. Her interpretation was different.

"You unspeakably naughty man!" But she said that this with a wicked grin on her face. She ducked her head down under the blanket and I heard her say, "Hello there. My, you are a big boy aren't you?"

She didn't say any more. That was because just then I felt her hot, wet lips enveloping the head of my penis. Anybody passing by would have had no doubt in their mind as to what was going on. The blanket was moving up and down rhythmically as this beautiful woman gave me an unbelievable blowjob. If Janie came quickly on the boat, then I was almost as rapid in reaching my orgasm. Before I realised I was even close, I felt my semen surging up through my cock. It was so rapid that I didn't have a chance to warn her. At first I though that I was going to spray everywhere, but then I realised that she hadn't pulled her mouth away, but was actually swallowing it all. I'd never experienced that before.

Janie tucked me away before coming back out from under the blanket. Her eyes were sparkling and she seemed to have a delighted smile on her face. I must have had an inane grin, so I kissed her. I realised that I could taste my own juices when I did so, but I was by now feeling incredibly horny and it merely made me worse.

"It's my turn." I threw the blanket across her and realised that I was still undone. I quickly re-fastened my jeans and then dove under. I pushed Janie's legs apart and headed for her pussy. It was a very difficult position in which to perform cunnilingus, but I persevered for a while. Eventually, frustration took over and I slipped down onto my knees and lifted both of her legs onto my shoulders. Now I was able make better progress.

I had no idea what was happening in the outside world; the blanket was cutting out what little light there was. All I could sense was the warmth of Janie's legs and the moistness of her pussy, which was dripping with her juices so much that I could feel it running down my chin. Her hips began to buck, throwing the swollen lips against my face. I felt her hand behind my head, pulling me into her. It was only one hand, I think she was biting the other to stop herself from yelling out.

Eventually, she let go of me and I was able to extract myself from beneath the blanket. I sat back in my seat just in time as a Stewardess walked quietly past. She gave us a strange look, but I don't think that she saw anything. We cuddled up together and sat like that for some time, and then we laid down alongside one another, with the blankets over us.

I thought that we would go to sleep, but I kept thinking about what had happened and I found that my cock was stirring again. My right arm was underneath Janie, while my left arm was wrapped around her waist. I went to move it in order to ease the discomfort in my trousers and shivered as I touched the flesh above her stocking tops.

My hand struggled with the zip and belt buckle, but eventually I managed and then I located the gap in my boxers. My dick felt powerful in my hand – it was so pumped up that it was painful. I moved closer to Janie, putting us in a 'spoons' position and felt the engorged length press against her ass cheeks. She seemed to still be dozing and I wondered if it would disturb her if I adjusted a fraction and brought the head down between her legs. I had to move back again slightly in order to do this, but then pressed forwards. I was expecting to rub along the entrance to her vagina, but instead it slid straight in.

Janie let out a sigh. "Ohhhh! You naughty boy! We can't do this here!" she whispered hoarsely.

"No, of course not, we can't do this can we?" I whispered back. As I said that I pushed even deeper. "I mean, we can't fuck on an airplane can we?"

She looked back at me, lust in her eyes. "We'll get caught."

"So?"

Her eyes almost had tears falling from them. A few more thrusts and she was hooked. "Well go on then; if you're going to fuck me do it hard. Make me come."

I had my own agenda. I was pushing deep and slow and intended to continue that way. I didn't know how long we could get away with this and I fully expected to be caught by the staff (or another passenger) and told to stop. But I don't think either of us cared at that point. Maybe it was the altitude, perhaps the build up of sexual tension over the space of twenty four hours, but I don't think I had ever felt as horny as this in my life. And Janie was responding in a like manner; she had managed to hook her upper leg back over mine, allowing me to reach down to her pussy and rub her clitoris.

Janie's own hands had wandered up to her breasts and she was squeezing them and pulling at the nipples through her clothes. I wanted to see and feel them myself. My right hand, that had until now been underneath her, was almost asleep but I managed to move it out and was then able to slip it up under her blouse. My fingertips found their way to the back of her bra, only to discover that there was no clasp. I was momentarily confused, but when I moved my left hand away from her crotch and pushed it up her front I discovered where it was fastened.

Trying to maintain my thrusting rhythm meant that I struggled with the hook a little. I was almost at the point of ripping it when Janie pushed her breasts together and it simply popped undone. Her boobs were full and soft and the nipples felt as large as I had imagined them. I started to tease them, although what I actually wanted to do was suckle on them, but lying in this position made that impossible for now.

The additional stimulation had its effect on Janie. She pulled up the edge of the blanket, dragging it off of us and stuffed it in her mouth. I looked down and in the dim light could see my prick disappearing into her. The sight pushed me over the edge and instead of the moving slowly I began to ram hard into her. I didn't feel her come as I was wrapped up in the throes of my own climax at that point, but I knew that she had.

I pulled the blankets back over us and after recovering for a few minutes dressed myself. Janie had dozed off in the afterglow of her orgasm. I gently pulled her skirt and blouse back down and then drifted off myself.

Light began to seep into the cabin as we raced towards the dawn. People began to awaken and before long the cabin crew were serving coffees and, what was alleged to be a type of breakfast. We sat up and took some caffeine on board to waken ourselves. Afterwards, individually, we made our way to the toilet for a welcome wash and brush up. I couldn't help thinking about Janie while I was there and decided that while we took a chance that we might be caught having sex out in the open, we would never have been able to fuck in here. Not without a lot of discomfort and considerable risk of permanent injury. I smiled when I thought about that; imagine what would happen if an older couple like us had to call for help when trapped together in an airliner toilet – especially if we were still coupled!

I hadn't thought ahead to what would happen once we landed. Neither of us had. Would we ever see each other again? The thought began to play on my mind and I realised that I didn't want to say goodbye to Janie. In fact, the idea of her leaving made me feel like crying. I didn't say anything to her, because I didn't know how and I thought she would probably think I was being stupid.




Finding Heaven in Ruby Tuesday



Neither of us spoke very much and because I was lost in my own thoughts, I didn't notice.

The plane landed, coming in low over West London and only breaking through the cloud cover at about five thousand feet. We took our time getting off of the plane – in fact I think we were almost the last off. What conversation there was had been about upcoming work and we had both been avoiding talking about our personal selves. We collected our baggage and then made our way down to the Underground, where we boarded a tube train.

Janie was the first to broach the subject we had both been secretly thinking about. "You know Alex; I've never had an experience like the last few days. I'll never forget it, or you."

"It isn't exactly common place for me either. I have no idea what made me behave the way I have... except that I feel like I've never met anyone like you before."

My mind was in turmoil, I didn't know if I should go further, to say what I really meant and to reveal my feelings for her.

"Janie, is there any chance that you might want to see more of me?"

"I bloody well hope so! I want to see every inch of you and I want to see it every day for the rest of my life." She stopped, her face was aghast that she had said aloud what she had been thinking.

I took a risk, "If I told you that I think that I've fallen in love with you, would it put you off? Would you think that I'm weird?"

She turned and looked straight into my face, perhaps searching to make sure that I was being serious. "Do you really? You're not just saying that to get inside my knickers?"

"No," I said. "Definitely not." I leaned closer, "Besides, you aren't wearing any remember?"

That seemed to break the tension and she smiled a little. I said, "I really love you and I want to be with you. I have no idea what to say or to do now, because I can't stand the idea of saying goodbye."

I could see a glistening forming in the corner of her eyes. "Why couldn't I have met you forty years ago?"

"Er... I would only have been five then!"

Janie laughed. "You know what I mean," she said and nudged me in the ribs.

"So, what are we going to do about it?"

"Do you think that you could stand living with a fifty nine year old woman, who's somewhat set in her ways?"

"I don't know, but I think it would be fun to find out." I thought for a moment then continued, "You live in West London and I live in the East. Perhaps we should ease ourselves into this gradually. Maybe spend the weekends together to begin with."

"You don't want to see me every day?"

"I'd move in today if you asked me to. But, I want to give you the chance to back out. Just in case you feel you've made a mistake and I'm not the right person for you."

"You are soooo sensible! Are you sure that it's not more of a case that you want to leave your own options open?"

"In case you haven't guessed, I'm totally hooked on you. I will do anything that you tell me to. I'll even stop being sensible."

"Good. In that case, you're coming straight home with me, where we're going to have a nice hot shower and then we're going to bed. We're going to make love again and again until we're exhausted and fall asleep. When we finally wake up, we'll eat and drink and do it all over again."

"I'm not exactly unfit, but I may not be able to perform up to your expectations you know," I said.

"Don't you worry Alex; I'm prepared to do whatever it takes to encourage you. Anything. Anything at all."

I had no idea what Janie meant, but my cock was already starting to respond.

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