0 comments/ 11102 views/ 0 favorites Intersection By: cowboy109 A newspaper flashed the portrait of a suited black man in front of city hall. A splash of orange juice swapped out of the glass. Danny licked his finger. He caught a visual snapshot of the yellow morning light shining at the cross beams of the wooden window. The brown leather briefcase rested on the center prep table of his home kitchen. The sturdy feel of the thick leather handle was the first tactile feel that he consciously took in. The kitchen was newly built. Family vacation photos, portraits, and cooking utensils crowded the wall. "Honey, I love you," said Bethany. Her body was sprawling with grown boobs, love handles, and locks of blond hair falling out of the pony tail in a mad mess. She was wearing tights under a skirt. A white robe with red jelly stains and yellow splotches hung over her wide loose t-shirt. The neck opening of the t-shirt had slid down one shoulder to straddle the biceps left and neck right. Her two-hand full boob had slipped out of the neck opening of her t-shirt. The little bundle in her arms had a mole like face. The eyes were pinned closed by just too much skin and fatty cheeks. The little hands with the tiny fingers held onto the boob and slowly squeezed open and closed. The rhythm of the little one was like a fairy tale of a long lost time before the rush of urban, professional living. Danny pulled himself away from the deeply blue eyes of Bethany. Her eyes had opened up to swallow his attention. He had counted the lines and the little dot in her iris and fabled at the pureness of the blue. He had to pull himself a second time to make long strides towards the heavy farm house style wood door. The gray pavement of the sidewalk passed under his rich-brown, polished leather shoes. The hard heels gave clacking sounds on the floor like high heels. In his mind, he previewed the meeting with his boss and the subsequent pitch session with the design team. He had to remember to get flowers for Maggie, his secretary. He took a quick look left and entered the cross walk. The zebra stripes on the floor made his subconscious flash childhood memories, when he had tried to only step on the white. Yet, his legs were so short as a little boy that it was really hard. A shock wave hit his lungs from a burst of adrenaline. He couldn't move at all. Frozen, standing middle in the street, he saw a yellow Volkswagen Jetta from another decade make a left turn toward him. The engine screamed aggressively and pronounced its underpowered weakness. His mind projected that the car will hit him at the current trajectory. His mind suggested that the driver would stop now. The mind updated its projection that impact was imminent. The mind could not decide if he were going to be violently thrown into the air or disintegrate. The car continued accelerating straight toward him. The mind decided that any such driver behavior was completely surreal. Perhaps, this was a dream. He heard the loud cracking sound of his shins. He felt himself violently thrown on his back. With his eyes closed or open, he could not tell. The pain radiating over his whole back was so intense that he could not breathe, think, see, or hear anything. Every sensory input and activity was suspended by the purity of sharp pain. There was a tiny little bit of peace in the intensely, crucifying pain. It was the peace of being freed from his schedule pressure, family responsibilities, and chronic aches and pains. "The medics will come soon. Everything will be alright once the top notch surgeons get me under the knife. I must have been out for at least 5 minutes. The average response time in my upscale part of town is 8 minutes." The sharp pain began to be nuanced by a tingling, vibrating kind of feeling. That new feeling felt relaxing and healing. His mind loved it. He relaxed into it. Slowly a first weak breath entered his lungs. He could feel the rib cage lifting. He sank deeper into the tingles. It started feeling kind of cozy. He almost smiled. Random yellow and orange shapes were drifting, growing, and shrinking behind his closed eyes. "How come nobody has asked me yet, if I were okay? Where is all the screaming that should come with a dramatic car vs. pedestrian accident?" The intense back pain had lowered to let the sense of the rest of his body filter in. His slacks were thrown above his knee. Behind his calf, he could feel something itching and poking him like grass at the park near the house. He used to have nice family picnics in that park on big blankets with their baby on the back and the funny sailor hat on. "Hold on! Concrete does not tingle like grass. I must be in a hospital after some time in coma. Had it been hours or days? That explains why nobody is trying to get my attention." His stomach turned into a hard clump at the thought of being severely damaged in an ICU. A brief flash of his possible life as a cripple with months of rehab popped into his mind. He did not want to face that and kept his eyes close. Three deep breaths and, he was ready to face the truth. His wife must have been sitting on a boxy hospital chair next to him for a long time. He slowly parted the lids to get a little glimmer only at first. He wanted to let reality in as slowly as possible. The sky was blue with a few light clouds. He craned his neck left and right. He was in a big meadow with wild flowers. There was a tree line and mountains around him. He realized that he could move his neck fine. "Is this some kind of state between life and death, where I have to make the right choice to come back to life?" He stood up. His body was completely fine. Actually, his body felt as fit and healthy as a teenager's. Blue bell shaped flowers grew on long stems next to him. Another grass had clusters of white flowers. One of the mountains was so tall that the peak was barren beyond the line of vegetation. Strangely, there were no buildings, roads, or trail markings anywhere around. That's a rare sight in this world that is civilized all over. He would have thought that he was in the Alps based on the lush vegetation and temperate air. Yet, the Alps were thickly colonized since the Romans had crossed them. The sound of a helicopter came closer. The booming sound curled his blood a bit, because it reminded of war and action movies. It was definitely a big, heavy duty helicopter like a Black Hawk, not a flimsy civilian research one. A sparkling white helicopter appeared over the trees. The long sleek body and rotors set inside of the back wing suggested that it was a high speed military type. Yet, it was white. The high wild grass was flattened in a circle under the landing helicopter. The wider circles of grass fluidly waved up and down like the ocean. A tall, trim man stepped out of the helicopter. His feet did the thing, where they appeared first and then his body hopped out. The man wore a dressy white suit with silver reflective sun glasses. He carried a white brief case. His hair-sprayed hair waved under the rotor wings. He made a straight run for Danny. Danny looked at the man quizzical. The man had a beaming smile of the most suave sales person ever. "Danny, it's a pleasure meeting you. I have awesome news for you." The man had set the brief case down and pointed with both index fingers at Danny. "You have been accepted into heaven!" The man gleamed the happiest, most charming, and disturbingly slimy smile at Danny. The man waited for the news to sink in and expected Danny to smile. Danny followed the social cue and smiled. Danny still didn't know if this was one of those life and death decisions, a dream, or something else. "All you have to do is sign here to accept your 10 day heaven trial." In one smooth motion, the man pulled a piece of paper out of the brief case, flipped over the brief case to offer as a solid board for Danny to sign. Danny stared at the elegant, gold sparkling pen in his hand. "Sure, heaven sounds good. Hold on, why is it a trial?" "Well Danny, we want to make sure that you are really happy with your choice, when you sign on for eternity." "Why wouldn't I like it in heaven? It's heaven!" "It's just regulation. We have to give you a trial first. Just sign the trial now and the permanent thing in ten days. It's no big deal. Haven't you had to sign a lot of proforma paper work in your life." "Hold, on why do I have to sign anything for heaven? Isn't this some kind of biblical thing..." "Sign the fucking thing already." The man's eyes bulged with anger. The frowns on his forehead appeared like the cracked lines of lightning. Danny quickly signed. The man switched like a two face to beam his big white teethed smile. The man gave Danny a side hug, "awesome bro, you are one of us." They both walked to the helicopter. With big noise cancellation mufflers over his ear, Danny looked at the forests and meadows passing beneath them. The rotor noise made conversation impossible. So, Danny sank into his own thoughts. A giddy feeling tingled in his stomach, when he realized that he was going to heaven. He had made the jackpot. Then, he realized that he hadn't been in church in years. He remembered his vote on abortion. He remembered firing a secretary for losing a client. After she was fired, he had re-read the e-mails and noticed that he had made the mistake that cost the client. He never spoke up or apologized to the secretary, who was stained with a termination for reason. His ears turned burning red. How could he have made it to heaven? He had heavily argued to anyone interested that god didn't exist. He had banked on god not existing. He thought to himself that he better leave the skeletons in his closet and enjoy the lucky break. That's how he had lived his whole life. With slightly shaky legs, he stepped out of the helicopter. He vowed to himself that once he was inside, he was inside. He only had to keep his shit together for the beginning until nobody would bother checking his background again. They were on a green lawn. A white fluffy cloud stretched from the lawn into the far distance in the sky. It was the road to heaven. It looked like a long straight walk. The man guided Danny forward to the cloud. The first step onto the fluff on the cloud was bizarre. At first the foot sank through the cloud like bubble. And, then there was a sturdy floor. It was like standing in a bubble bath tub. It was a little disconcerting not being able to see the feet knees down. The instinctive fear of a hole or tripping over something made Danny step cautiously. The two walked past the guards at the base of the cloud road. The guards were big bulky six feet tall line backers. They were armed to the teeth. Their heavy body armor made their silhouette appear like big bulky pigs standing. They were gas masks. The big glass shields reflected the sun light. The long snout of the gas mask made them look like ant eaters. They had compact back packs. They were sparkling white. Even their assault rifles and grenades hanging from their vests were sparkling white. "Sir, why do the guards face the inside and not the outside?" "Danny, if you were a guard of heaven? Would you not find it much more enjoyable to look at heaven than anything else?" "Sir, guards don't usually look where it's pretty. They look where the threat is." "Danny, you worry a lot. Relax, you are in heaven. Everything is taken care of from now on." There was a funny feeling under the cloud cover. Then, there was a swift motion overcoming Danny's body. There was moving walkway under the clouds. Another funny feeling and, Danny had stepped onto a faster moving walkway. A short succession of faster moving walkways and, the two men were zooming along the road to heaven at 65 mph. The air firmly flushed around their body. The clothes flapped in the wind. Danny stretched out his arms to pretend to fly like a bird. The man handed Danny silver-reflective sun glasses. "The UV radiation is much higher up here." At 30,000 feet altitude, a compound of white, fluffy cloud houses appeared. They were just like regular houses, only they had fluffy white cloud stuff slapped on everywhere. The man walked ahead to lead the way into a building. There was a little white cube. There was a desk. There was a slightly overweight woman with long, white painted finger nails smiling at boss of them. "This is Danny. He is a good guy. Take good care of him." "Welcome to income processing, Danny. We'll first review your earth history. And, then will go through the allocation process to find you a position here." "Miss, I don't want to be problematic. I am simply asking, because this is all unknown territory to me. Do I get a lawyer for the history review?" The man smiled big for one last time. The woman waved at him cheerily. Then, he left. "You worry too much, Danny. We'll take really good care of you. This is heaven. You signed the papers. We won't kick you out anymore." "Okay. It's not that I have anything to hide or be afraid about." "Danny, is this what you are afraid about?" The woman turned a laptop screen toward Danny. There was a photo of his college sweetheart looking up with big eyes. Her luscious, red lips were wrapped around his white hard dick. Her hand was holding onto the base of his dick. She wore librarian glasses and pig tails to spice it up. He recognized the photo. He had sent it to the entire college with the word "slut" underneath it after they had broken up. "Not my proudest moment, ma'am." "Everyone has done snafu like that." "Excuse me?" "It's no big deal." "She cried for days after getting her reputation slandered by me!" "Humans make mistake. They are made in the image of god. Ha!" The woman chuckled at some kind of inside humor of heaven. Danny coyly advanced, "then what about the secretary that I wrongfully fired. She was unemployed for a year, lost her house, went through depression. At least, that's what the grapevine said." The woman sternly looked at Danny, "That was messed up. Don't do it again." And, the woman playfully slapped Danny on the wrist. Danny getting upset, opened his mouth wide to cry out like a PETA demonstrator yelling about tortured animals in research labs, "what is up with that? You'll absolve mass murderers." The woman's face turned serious. She leaned forward. "That's just the way things are. We have a real recruitment problem. We gotta take what we can get. Though, it's not like they could do anything bad here in heaven. We got these shock collars that everyone has to wear." The woman lifted a smooth, round, tight necklace up with her index finger. I got one of those for you as well. She handed him a white cable. Danny rolled it around in his hand. Then, he put it around his neck. It clipped in place. The woman pushed a bundle of white clothes with white sneakers across the table. Danny changed behind a white screen. The woman let his old clothes drop through a hole into the ground. The planet's surface eerily appeared through the whole. They were up so high that everything was so tiny. "Okay, let's move on to the allocation process. You'll be cleaning clouds for the first ten days. All those jumbo jets leave big time stains." "Sounds good! I sort of had thought that heaven was only fun and play. Though, heaven really turned out to be quite different than I had imagined." "Do you have any questions for me?" "Oh, yes! Will I meet god?" "Kiddo, you can write your name on the waiting list. That list is very long. However, eternity is even longer. I would not hold my breath. As of late, god has been obsessed with designing golf courses in the clouds. Since, 2,000 years that's all he has been doing. That's why the bible ends 2,000 years ago." The woman got up, turned, and left through a side door. She held the door open for Danny. The court yard was full of other white dressed and white sneakered people, who looked around starry eyed with giddiness on their cheeks. They were holding champagne glasses in their hands. Long strings of bubbles percolated in the tall flute glasses. A wide banquette table carried hundreds of champagne glasses and big piles of strawberries frosted in white chocolate. There was Cherry, the college home coming queen. Danny excitedly waved at her. Cherry opened her mouth into dramatic and turned her lips into a sneak smile with her eyes darting left and right: "Oh my, if that is not Danny." Cherry had these fully lips, big eyes, and warm-cozy-cheery appearance. "Danny-boy, what a surprise! I always thought you'd live a long, ripe life. I got in with the biker crowd. You know, I'm a wild girl. And, then there was tight situation that I couldn't seduce my way out of." "Well, Cherry, I got hit by a car. It only sinks in now that I'm telling you this that I am dead-dead!" Danny also remembered the big luscious boobs that Cherry carried. He starred down. Zap! The collar around his neck gave a sharp electric zing that made him look up into the sky as high as possible he could. "Danny, don't feel embarrassed. Everyone at this mixer has tried to check out my girls. They all got stung. The first few, I tried to slap. However, the necklace zapped me for that as well. So, I know how it feels. Danny, I'm so sorry. But, you will never ever see boobs again for all of eternity." "----- ----" "And, that, Danny, happens when you try to curse here. They just cut out the sound. Only hot air comes out of your throat. They really had to figure out how to make the lot of us fit in with heaven. It's not that we are these perfect innocent people. They simply made it impossible to sin in heaven." "It still must beat being in eternal fire in hell with teeth chattering, doesn't it?" Danny looked at Cherry with questioning frowns on his forehead. "You are funny!" Habits die hard. Danny tried to steal another glance at Cherry's boobs. The zinger surprised him again. An accidental fart escaped his butt. Cherry giggled nervously, "look behind you." A basketball sized cloud grew to water ball size. Danny looked back at Cherry with a gaping mouth horrified by embarrassment. "That happened to me as well. The air up here is super humid. On a molecular level, it reaches over 100% humidity. You'd think that 100% is water. However, the air here is missing particles for the water to coalesce around. Farts have a tiny specs of fecal matter that will capture the water molecules and turn them into clouds, kind of like the jet streams behind a plane. Even silent farts are super obvious here." Danny furiously waved his hand through the cloud to disperse it. However, it only kept growing. "How do I get rid of this?" "Look, somebody is trying to get your attention. That must be your mentor. Hurry on and get over there." A friendly looking middle aged man waved at Danny. The man was a little on the heavy side. His body looked like a bear. He wore an overall and held two lacrosse ball sticks. Danny slithered past the crowd of white dressed people chatting with each other at the mixer cocktail. "Hi Danny, I am Eric. We are going to clean some clouds. I am your mentor for the next ten days." Eric handed Danny one of the lacrosse sticks. It was a five foot long stick with a triangular net at the end. The net mesh was much finer than lacrosse. It was a fine sieve to skim clouds with. Eric walked ahead. There was a maze of single track cloud paths spiraling and meandering in all kinds of directions. Danny felt a little light headed at first for stepping so close to the edge of a 30,000 foot drop. They walked the single track into the distance. Danny watched the mountains, lakes, and ocean beneath him. Tracing the landscape was fascinating and mesmerizing. After half hour of walking, the path ended on top of a big giant cumulus cloud. The path ended with a dive board. "Oh boy, this is going to be fun," exclaimed Danny. Trying to stifle his voice by clenching his teeth, Eric said sarcastically "yeah right." Intersection (An Anime Girl Story) She mewed into the phone while she listened to his voice. She allowed him to coax her into talking about her vision - telling him about how she pictured his lips, his expression, his eyes - as he slipped his cock into her. She could do nothing but feel his words while he told her how he pictured her as well - just watching her sleep beside him as well as the curve of her body when she left the bed to make her way to the bathroom, fuzzy in the dim light and just fading away. There was an interruption. When he called back she was caught. She couldn't deny what she wanted; she had been in the act of it herself. And she wanted more but held back. He finally took control - his blood pounding in his head and his cock. He let her know he was going to do it - giving her an opportunity to both anticipate and accept this. Then he told her to reach down and pinch her labia between her fingers. She enjoyed it, squeezing and rubbing her smooth labia was something she did on her own and he knew - he knew she liked that without being told. There was a pause when he caught his breath. She was so delicate in his hand and he wanted her to blossom and grow. Then he told her what he wanted next. At his request she pushed her finger tip into her ass. She made a plaintive sound, and he asked if she was alright. It was her fingernails - he couldn't know about their length and how they cut at the sensitive membranes. He asked her to take that finger into her ass and picture how he would have her be: her ass open and wet enough for his cock to probe inside with its head; her ass open enough that he could slip two of his fingers inside whenever he pleased; her ass open enough and ready enough that when they showered together she would push out into his palm while he ran his fingers down her back and penetrated her. She was breathless. He could hear the experience, but she was holding back. He reminded her that she had not thanked him. So she did, and her soft "Thank you" made his heart leap. Then she began apologising. She hadn't done what he asked as he asked it. She had thrust two fingers in her ass. She had forced them in. He took a deep breath, and spoke, "I will reward you later then." How could she know him so well already? How could she know to always take his request and do more? How could she know he too was holding back and then satisfy him so completely with such a simple thing? She moaned, her phone dying with chirps and static. He let her go then. She knew enough to bring herself to orgasm if she could. She knew how much he wished it had been his fingers followed by his cock stretching her tiny ass open. She knew how he would have wanted to lay beside her and hold her tight in his arms as his cock pulsed in her ass. She was beginning to be able to picture and feel it now, and maybe in the evenings to come they could explore this more. Mixed in with conversations about work and computer support, chit chats about people they knew and tangents of life history, meanderings down the paths of two different lives. He looked forward to all of it. While he considered a reward for her. --- Left in the darkness of her apartment, candles flickering on her coffee table, Blue lowered her hand and caught her breath while sitting in front of her computer. Her black cat wandered over and brushed her whiskers back and forth, enjoying Blue's hand while using nudges to remind her owner of petting and food. Of course, as soon as Blue flexed her fingers and attempted to pet her cat - the black shadow raced into the piles of life stacked along paths around the living room floor. On her own, in the quiet of her home, she opened an IRC client and connected to her usual chat room. Roars of hellos and fanfare played out in her head while others sent her soundless greetings and teased her for being late. This was how she spent many evenings - safely tucked away in her hidey hole but with so many others just keystrokes away. They joked, laughed, linked silly images and news articles, and carried on. A few of the men were bolder, and their private messages were more direct than the sexual innuendo laced public banter. One of them, exploring his opportunities with Blue, asked what she had been doing that kept her away. Biting her lip and blushing, Blue typed to him. "Fingering my ass. You?" She always tried to be truthful because Blue hated liars. There was a long pause, and she was about to close the window and run to her room - embarrassed and feeling rejected by the smart electrical engineer - but then he replied. "Needed privacy. Did you enjoy it?" "Maybe." He was faster with his response, and Blue imagined him sitting in his workshop near MIT. He had curly brown hair and a mustache - but only sometimes because he'd sent three photos and one didn't have any facial hair. She pictured his lips moving while she read, "Would you do that for me?" "Play with your ass? I don't think so." She was deliberately teasing him while sucking on her lower lip. "No. Yours." "You want to put things in me. O.o" She imagined him sighing and being adorable while he adjusted his glasses. "Yes." It had been bothering Blue, maybe it just felt wrong, but she knew the answer before she asked it. "What if I did it all the time?" She understood what the voice on the phone wanted. If Blue wanted reassurance then it came quickly. "All the time... sounds good. Deal." Her engineer crush didn't have any doubts. "But I would be really easy. That would be bad. Right?" "Put big things in you. ;)" Her cat returned and headbutted Blue's shin before wrapping around and squeezing through her legs. Blue hesitated over her keyboard. "I should go." She didn't want to be rude, but it seemed decided. "It's ok if you don't want to. I don't want to push you to do anything." Biting her lip and running her fingers over the keys before pressing them, Blue squirmed in her seat. She could feel the lingering moisture between her buttocks, her own saliva lingering after she had whet her fingers before pushing them into her ass. It was a very encouraging feeling. And maybe having two men tell her it was ok... "I like it. I should do it some more." "Ok. Type one handed when you come back so I know you mean it." She laughed and disconnected from IRC. She had a small purple plug, only two fingers wide and maybe the length of her pointing finger. It would have to do. She got up and wiggled her bum all the way to her bedroom closet. From a shoe box under her boots, Blue retrieved the purple silicon toy and some vaseline. It didn't take much, just a bit to smear over the smooth rounded tip, and then Blue was able to stand in her closet with her pajama bottoms around her knees and push the toy right into her ass. She didn't know if he would be happy with a return phone call, and calling long distance was expensive, but Blue risked it anyway. He answered with a yawn, and Blue rushed to tell him her decision. So it came out upside down and backward to the front. "Ok, ok. Run that by me again. Slowly. I'm not going anywhere." He was patient and calm, and soothed Blue with his steady voice. Blue took a deep breath and counted to ten to slow her racing heart. She was still standing with her pajamas around her knees, and that made her feel ridiculous. So she bent forward and tugged them up to her waist while saying, "I'm wearing my small purple plug, and I'm going to keep it in as long as I can." The sound of his smile came through the phone when he replied, "I was thinking of a reward... maybe a slightly bigger plug. But only when you're ready." He left the suggestion open ended. Shivering from anticipation, Blue sat down at her computer. The silicon plug pushed into her bottom and stroked the tender flesh within her ass. With a soft gasp, she launched a web browser and asked, "How big?" He heard her clicking her mouse and typing, so his answer guided her destination. "The really big stuff... is at Big Sex Toy Store dot com." He paused to consider the pace Blue could manage. "But you'd-" "Oooo... so big. So very very big." There was more clicking of the mouse, and Blue's voice quivered while she spoke. "I... I don't want to let you down." "Some of those are very big. You'd need to work up to them, Blue." He was both reassuring and cautious. Whispering between pursed lips, she asked, "How big would make you happy?" Blue was looking at an entire page of toys after navigating Anal Toys, Butt Plugs, Extra Large. There were different shapes and sizes and colors - and though the selection included some things Blue might see at Good Vibrations where she bought her silicon plug, there were so many new things. And some were very large new things! Throwing caution to the wind, he shrugged and asked, "How big would you enjoy?" There was no reason to set an artificial goal. He was still learning about Blue's interests. "So big... so very big..." came Blue's murmured response. "My purple plug is only about two fingers wide. I'd want something so much bigger." "Would you like some big toys to experiment with as your reward, Blue?" Wiggling on her seat and then practicing pushing out with her muscles and then squeezing in with her buttocks, Blue felt the purple plug slip in and out of her bottom. The vaseline made things greasy, but the bump of the cone shaped toys base felt nice slipping in and out of her sphincter. She forgot for a moment that he was on the phone, and tested spreading her buttocks by sitting down harder. Now Blue could enjoy the base of the plug gripping the seat and a rocking motion made the plug slip forward and back within her ass. "Blue?" he asked politely. "Oh, ummm, sorry." She had to stop playing with herself in order to focus on him. "I like how my little plug feels in my ass. I can move and push it in and out without using my hands." It seemed inadequate but Blue couldn't explain the sensation well. "If you sent me big toys then... then I'd have to use them." "You should try to use them. They might not fit." "No," Blue said stubbornly, "I'd have to use them. Over and over. Or you'd have to punish me. Even if they were really big. Even if they hurt at first." He listened to the undertones within Blue's voice, and gave her what she wanted. "They will be big, Blue. They may even hurt at first. You need something bigger to train your bottom, and to wear for as long as you can. Or I will have to punish you. And then you will have to use the big plugs anyway." He soft-pedaled, keeping the level of command in his voice to a minimum while listening close for Blue's reaction. "And not just may bottom," she whispered. "I'd have to make myself ready for your big cock, too. Every day I could. On my knees..." Her voice wandered off while Blue pictured herself riding the big toys on the screen in front of her. When she came back, she was tired and mellow. "I need to pee," Blue said softly, "and then I need to play with my ass for you." "Ok, Blue. Be careful and don't strain yourself." He smiled while saying his goodbyes. It was definitely an evening full of pleasant surprises. Blue had her chat client up, and connected to the IRC chat room in stealth mode. Only fellow admins could see her. Then she private messaged her Boston crush. "Since it's ok I'm going to stuff my butt as often as I can." She remembered to say goodbye to the phone and hung up while waiting for his reply. "That sounds like fun. Want me to help? ;)" "No. You do yours, I'll do mine. o.o" "How about we both do yours instead?" "I'm not sending you pics." "I just want to know when you did it." Blue bit her lip and moaned. She needed to pee so badly. So she had to go. "Right now. Bye!" She disconnected in a rush and then hurried to the bathroom. Luckily her first test went well. Blue found out she could both pee and squeeze tight enough with her buttocks to keep the plug from coming out. Intersection "Look, dude. Your dream may crack a little bit here. So far, you have only been on stabilized waves. Stabilized waves are solid structures with a little cloud generator to make them look like clouds. You are about to step into a real cloud. There is no solid ground. The only reason that you are not falling down are violent up drafts that will bounce you around. Do your best sweeping the cloud with your sweeper. Nobody expects much of a newbie. So, don't stress." Eric stepped of the diving board. His body vanished in the cloud in an instant. Five seconds later, his head bounced above the white blanket 20 yards away. His face was serious and focused. His lacrosse racket swished around like crazy. Then, he disappeared again into the opaque white blanket. "Let's do this," Danny cheered himself on and he high dived into the cloud. His vision was entirely whited out. His stomach seemed to fly up to his throat, as Danny fell into nothing. He accelerated towards the planet surface. A gush of water, like a hundred crowd dispersing water cannons hit him hard and blew him up. The water was ice cold. He was immediately soaked to the bone. His cheeks flabbed from water pressure. His limbs were tossed around like a wild ocean wave was riding him. Sharp, painful tingles ripped on his skin everywhere. The water was near freezing. "Help! Help!" Eric yelled back, "just tough it out! Hypothermia is a bitch the first time it hits you." For a moment, Danny was tossed above the cloud into the blue sky. He gasped in air. He fell backward down into the cloud. Primitive instincts made him try to grasp for anything solid. Yet, his hands and limps only reached into the void of the cloud. Gushing water and drafts bounced him around. His limbs slowly turned numb drained of any warmth by the freezing water. His teeth chattered. His body shivered violently. An intense pulling headache set in. "Eric, I am dying!" "Danny, you are in heaven, you'll revive each time. Cloud duty sucks, because you die every ten minutes of hypothermia. But, you'll get used to it." And, so it was. Danny felt like his body was going to break and give up any moment. The moment passed. He started feeling better. He started tentatively swipe the lacrosse stick in wide circles. He started recognizing the light gray spots. The microfibers in the net would catch all the light gray spots of jet fumes. The pain and hypothermia suffering would set in again. He'd die and revive. After a few cycles, time started moving faster. And, the mind was too busy to really pay attention to hypothermia. Instead the mind was thinking about memories of his life and induction into heaven. A hand firmly wrapped around Danny's forearm. At first, he couldn't see anything. Then, he saw that Eric was pulling Danny up on to the diving board. The sun was about to set. The last glimmer of yellow rested on the curvature of the planet. Red, green, and yellow color lit up the sky. On the opposite side of the horizon, weak stars glimmered already. The white heaven clothes were quick drying. Eric handed Danny a BLT sandwich. After the hard work, the sandwich felt deeply satisfying. And, the watery kind of spit quickly pulled in Danny's mouth. "Danny, you are very new to heaven. However, the boys are going to hell for tonight. We need to get laid. There is absolutely no tail chasing in heaven. We have been waiting a hundred years for this to happen. Tonight there will be a cloud formation that lets us sneak out of heaven. And, by tomorrow morning, we will be back. I saw the way that you tried starring at Cherry's boobs. My throat is hurting to do some good cursing. Nobody has to know. We got a fool proof plan." Danny was stunned and silent. "Danny, hell is like Las Vegas. Every once in a while, you have to visit to party. And, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." "Won't we get in trouble?" "No, we got a fool proof plan. We got this special low hanging cloud complex. We'll get in and out without problems. It's a temporary formation that doesn't get patrolled." Danny was scared and silent. "All the girl's in hell are so easy. They want your meat inside of them. They are hungry and wet." "Okay, let's do this. But, I won't get in trouble, right?" "No, sir." They silently walked single file along a cloud path. The white cloud was slightly illuminated by the moon light. The white had a self-glowing effect, kind of like an upscale spa that uses very gentle lighting to guide the guest through relaxing darkness. They reached a cloud band that spiraled down in tight circles. Eric sat down and slid forward. It was one fast fun ride. At the bottom of the slide were three men. They were hunched forward, talking fast in a tight circle. They turned to face Eric and Danny. One guy had a reddish face with excitedly glowing eyes. The other was rubbing his hands swiftly like the witch in the fairy tale, when she caught the children with her ginger bread house. They quickly and silently walked on like they had their plans well-rehearsed. Getting close to the ground, the branches of trees were almost tangible, when a high pitched whine quickly approached and turned louder. It was the whirr of white quads. The heaven guards came shooting towards the five men on a night out. Everyone except for Danny panicked and started running. Danny froze and farted. A deep guttural fart drowned on trying to overpower the quad engines. And, then Danny was completely covered in his fart cloud. The running men were easy prey for the fast and nimble quads. The guards lobbed a few hand grenades. The big bang and bright flash left behind tender pink clouds of blood in the air. The guards casually drove up to the pink clouds, got their handheld vacuum out, and vacuumed up the bloody remains of the pulverized men. They fit a different bag for each pink could. An obviously inexperienced guard asked, "did we kill them?" "Nope, nobody dies in heaven. They'll revive again, even from a cloud of pink, their bodies will reconstitute." The quads disappeared into the black of the night. The quad whine fizzled out. Danny was left alone listening to the sound of the wind blowing through the tree tops. The cool night air enveloped him. The fart cloud slowly disappeared. Danny had nothing else to do. He could go back to heaven. Or, he might as well take the last few steps back onto the planet. He could check out this hell thing. He stepped of the last sliver of cloud onto the soft forest soil composed of millions of rotting tree needles, leaves, and twigs. The bracelet around his neck opened. The cable slipped down the inside of his shirt before he caught it. "Fucking cunts," escaped his lips. He smiled with eyes closed from bliss at the satisfaction of cussing. After five minutes of walking among the big trees, he arrived at a cave. Not knowing any better, it was a way underground, where hell was presumably. There was darkness, rocks to stub his feet against, and low ceilings to hit his head. Carefully caressing the rock with his hands, he felt the cold, wet, earthy stone. Shuffling a step at a time, fearfully leaning his head back, he slipped deeper and deeper underground. After an hour of worrying that stumbling around a dark cave at night was a dumb idea, a dim light appeared. The light never grew strong at all. Yet, it was enough to give up the skittish walk and instead walk by sight. There were just dark, wet rocks, nothing that said hell. A fellow was walking ahead of Danny, "Hello, is this hell?" The fellow turned around. He had raggedy clothes. His male part was hanging out. The clothes were mere slivers of fabric on his body, rather than clothes. His skin was dirty black from grime. The hair was tattered and clumped into Rasta locks. His stomach was caved in from starvation, so that the hip bones and ribs pocked out vividly. "Yeah, this is hell." "Obviously, sir, you like hell, but is this the real hell?" "Yes, this is hell." "No, I mean, you look like you are in awful shape, but is this the hell with fire and brimstone." "Yeah, the guy in charge of the fire ran away with all the money. You must be knew not to know that." "How is that possible?" "This is hell. This is where the crooks are. What do you expect putting the mastermind of Enron in charge of anything?" "Wouldn't the devil haunt him?" "No the devil is too busy with his harem. Why would he give a fuck, when he gets to bang the hottest, sluttiest women of hell?" "What about his demons? They could whip anyone in shape." "Are you kidding me? Most of them started heavy metal bands. C'mon, if you were an awesome demon, would you nitpick people or have the fun of your life rocking it with a band?" "Sir, not to be too personal. However, as I am in foreign territory, allow me to ask an awkward question. Why are you in such a bad state?" The impoverished man stopped for the first time and seized up Danny. "This is hell. Hell is full of thugs and thieves. Any super markets and clothing stores are instantly robbed and burned. There is no real infrastructure. If we were still living, we'd have died a long time ago. However, this is hell. We keep on living without food and disease. The strong and evil make a good living off oppressing the rest of us. BTW, I would not wear that heaven suit down here." "Why is that?" Danny started feeling unsure and endangered by the tone of voice of the impoverished man. "Well, it's kind of like walking into a locker room as a nerd. You are a prime target for all the jocks. I'd get out of those clothes as fast as possible." The impoverished man looked around with a very worried face. His scrawny hands waved for Danny to get undressed quickly. His eyes signaled that he was on the lookout, if anyone should surprise them. Danny pulled the shirt over his head as fast as he could. He kicked the sneakers behind a rock. He wiggled out of his white pants that had been scuffed and stained by dirty rocks. Standing stark naked, he was holding his sex with both hands. He felt awkwardly butt naked with his butt feeling the cool cave air. "What now?" The impoverished men mustered surprising speed for his weakened body. The scrawny hands raked the ground for the clothes, presumably to hide them behind a rock. And, then he ran off. He ran off with the clothes and left the naked Danny standing behind alone. "Fool! What a fool!" echoed the words against the cave wall. Danny had been head. He walked in the direction, where the men had disappeared. His body was muscular from regular gym practice. He had a firm butt and a wide loaded chest. His calves were sexily curved. Sometimes, he looked a little like a dumb blond pretty man. His wife had often teased him about it. His bare feet made splashing sounds on the flat stones. He got onto larger cave tunnels. Occasionally, people appeared. They were in disparate states. There were other naked, filthy, scrawny people. Some people were wearing pretty velvet clothes and looked well fed. There was a quiet tension. People kept a careful tense distance from each other. The rich people were carrying knifes, swords, or even guns. Once, a gang of scrawny men surrounded, pummeled, and overpowered a rich guy. They ran off with his possessions. Danny quickly learned the social convention of keeping a distance, the need to warily look around, and firmly look at anyone trying to sneak up on him. Usually just a firm glance got thugs to give up their approach on him. When Danny came around a big rock, he was taken aback. A tall red demon with a cow mask had his arms raised into the air with a wide stance. The red demon had the silhouette of an 'X.' The eyes of the demon were big and black. They looked at the distance. The demon hollered 'arrrrrrgh.' Danny blushed and jumped back. "Suck my dick!" demanded the powerful voice of the demon. Danny shivered, yet didn't move. "Now," yelled the demon. Danny's bones rattled and he rushed onto his knees. The thighs of the demon were muscular. The clear definition of the quadriceps was pretty. Danny faced the penis and scrotum in front of his face. The penis was thick and lazily hung down. The flesh round tube was the perfect size of a hand hold. The balls were hanging in the sagging scrotum. The skin of the scrotum was so skinny and had folds. "I have never done this before." "Good, I love virgins. Put it in your mouth." Danny carefully reached out with his index finger and thumb. He lifted the base of the shaft. The limb penis draped over his fingers hanging down. The penis skin was so smooth. He was kind of amazed at his curiosity to touch another men's penis. It was not that he felt gay. He was simply curious to compare the demon penis to his own penis. He never got to check out another penis. The red of the skin stained his hands. Danny reached his tongue forward to catch the tip of the demon penis. The tongue tip lifted the penis head up into this mouth. He wrapped his lips around the penis. Then, he started massaging the flaccid penis in his mouth. He'd press it against the roof the mouth and release it. The pumping motion quickly got the blood flowing. His mouth was getting increasingly filled. Quickly, it was time for Danny to start the sucking back and fore motion. Surprisingly, it felt good to have a cock in the mouth. It was kind of like chewing on a candy that is meant to dissolve slowly. The skin was so smooth and the penis had the resistance of a firm rubber toy that is simply so inviting to squeeze. It was fun to feel the penis head move from the tip of the tongue to the back of the throat. There was this bobbing motion. He could feel the rhythm that the demon liked it. And, then he just surrendered to that rhythm and let himself go wild. The demon just spurts of cum into this mouth. Danny kind of swallowed. What else was he going to do. The demon walked off. Danny watched the firm red butt cheeks of the demon disappearing. He was a bit aroused himself and felt guilty for his gay tendency. A man passed Danny and hissed, "why would you blow Joe?" "He is a demon." "No, he is just a dude who found a cow mask and red paint." "But, he told me to do it." "Do you always do the stuff that strangers tell you?" Danny stopped. He got screwed over big time twice. How could people just be so mean? He got mad. And, then he realized there is no reason to be good and nice at all in hell. What are they gonna do? Tell you that you will end up in hell, if you keep doing it? A lanky teenager walked along the cave tunnel. He had a big leather jacket and leather pants. The butt cheeks were cut off the leather pants. The cheeks teasingly showed themselves. It was the stark eroticism of men. Women appear always sweetly erotic. Naked parts of men are not sweetly erotic. Yet, there is a sexual tone to it. Danny steamed with heavy foot steps to the lad. Without warning, he landed a big face punch on the lad's face. He followed up with another punch straight on the mouth. The little hard teeth hurt his fist. So, he started punching the lad's belly. The lad collapsed. Danny tore on the leather jacket and then the pants. He kicked the lad in the side, until he lad got up scurrying away. Clad in the lads dirty smelly leather ware, he felt better. He was no longer naked. He was no longer in the impoverished crowd. He had made it into lower middle class of hell. With big struts, he walked on deeper into hell. The tunnels became larger. The crowds became thicker. He saw hot rocker girls in the crowd. He saw fat, wild looking women. He saw men with boners. He saw luptuous breasts propped up by corsets. He saw sexy bare women feet. He saw tiny skirts. He was long elegant, skin tight dresses. He saw impoverished naked ugly women on the edge of the throng of crowd. People streamed toward their own individual destinations. There was no evident destination visible, just a lot of people going somewhere. In between the focused crowd, he saw a man looking around himself with wild, bug eyed eyes. His face was overly excited. He had an evident big boner in his pants. There, he saw something and strutted after what he had seen. Danny followed him. The man was after a cute girl in her early twenties. Her blond hair was luxurious. She wore patent leather high heels, knee high white socks, and a black/red patterned mini skirt. Her blouse was skimpy to expose her mid riff. The blouse buttons were tensioned so much that the fabric in between buttons parted to reveal her skin. Her boobs were firm round balls. She had black lip stick and gothic dark eye liner. The man reached for her skirt and lifted it up. Her white G-string was fully revealed. It was a smooth string that disappeared between her luscious butt cheeks. The cotton white covered her sex in a mound. Without turning, her hand smacked his hand. She pressed in between two big bodies and disappeared in the crowd. The man paused to scan the crowd again. He had a cheery happy face with red cheeks. Another man climbed a big rock. Towering over the crowd, he opened his coat and waved his naked penis at the crowd. Nobody cared, but a fat, cheery looking woman, who climbed up on another rock and massaged her naked displayed boobs. They smiled at each other. With each move, they got the other person more excited. Love was in the air. The groping man walked over to Denny. "So, you have been watching me. It's fun. Some of the girls, especially the shy Japanese ones, love the groping. You gotta give it a try. You are in hell." With that the groping man pointed at a chubby girl in a white dress. Her feet were flat and large like a farm girl. He cruised up to her to match her pace. Then, he reached for her full bum, gently caressed, and then squeezed it. A sounding, swatting hand landed in his face with a stinging loud sound. He jumped back. The girl paused. She bit her lip nervously and excitedly. Then, her eyes turned into glimmering excitement, as she seized him up. The guy went running. The girl went after him with her raised fist, "I'm gonna give it to you real good, you pervert!" They guy easily outpaced the chubby girl. He'd stop look at her longing, lower his pants to moon her. She'd stop to show him his boobs for a second. And, then they went back at chasing each other. They disappeared into the crowd. A girl in elastic yoga pants walked past him. The black pants shaped her ass into a perfect bubble ass. The ass looked like a liquid bubble. He closed the distance to her. He was going to give it a shot. Once he was right by her, he could see the glimmer of the fabric and the outline of the G-string beneath it. He took a last look at the college coed. She had long smooth dirty blond hair. Her body was tall and slim from regular yoga practice. He had always been teased by those pants. They teased him with how easy it would be to pull them down. He reached his hand over. He felt the firm waste band that pulled the band to the small of her back. He slipped his fingers between the pant and her body. He felt her smooth skin. He got a sense of her slender feminine frame. Then, he pulled down. The snappy black pant slipped out of his hand and rolled up under her butt cheeks. The white thong was partially pulled down as well. Yet, have of the skinny string was stuck between her butt checks. He got a full eye at those cheeks and the perfect skin. The hand of the coed quickly pulled the pant back up over her bubble ass. And, she disappeared in between two bodies into the crowd. Danny was stunned at how easy and without consequence it was. A short guy with black curly hair high-fived the dazed Danny. It seemed like there was a loose affiliation among men blending into the crowd to grope the women. The guy motioned Danny to follow him. They approached a Japanese girl from behind. She was short. She wore a black skirt and a green college uniform vest. Her hair was thick, black, and shiny. She walked in little coy steps. Her toes were slightly turned in. Intersection The guy motioned Danny to get on her other side. Thus, they sandwiched the girls from both sides. She realized it and shrunk a little further into herself. She lifted her shoulders. She shrieked a little Japanese sounding tone. The curly-haired guy without hesitation leaned with the side of his body on her and pulled the zipper on her green vest open. Then, he fondled her breast. The girl looked shyly down and kept walking at the exact same pace. The guy invited Danny to enjoy the girl as well. Danny feeling eager, lifted the plaid skirt and tucked it into her waist band. Her bit cotton briefs were exposed and free for all to see. Danny continued by pulling them down. They rolled up under her butt cheek. The skinny hand of the girl tried to cover her butt crack coyly, yet she did not raise her panties or lower her skirt. In the meantime, the curly-haired guy had unpacked one of her boobs. He was fondling the small, delicate, porcelain boob with the rosy nipple. He clumsily tried leaning forward to lick the nipple, while walking. Our funny procession down the cave tunnel, while mangling the Japanese girl continued. The curly-haired guy took her hand from her boob. She gently and willingly let him slide her hand into his pant to hold onto his penis. Dennis did the same. Thus, the small statured college girl walked on holding both penises, while our hands and tongues hungrily devoured her finding gaps between and under her clothing. Our mutual endeavor had gotten us so involved that we bumped into passerby. She fell onto the ground. Sitting on her butt with her feet wide and knees together, her skirt exposed her. She crawled backward on her hand and feet. The curly haired man deliberately, slowly stepped to follow her. She wasn't getting anywhere crawling on her butt. She realized it. She rolled down her panties to her ankles. The ankles stretched the white cotton panties wide. Her sex was exposed from the skirt. Her pubic hair was faint. "Please, take me. I am all yours," said the Japanese with a cute girly voice. The curly-haired guy pulled his pants down and lounged forward without hesitation. They fucked middle among the throng of people walking past them. Denny felt out of place. He felt shocked by the game having turned into raw sexuality. He stumbled on into the crowd. The crowd drifted him farther. Re-gaining his thoughts, he started kicking himself for having missed out on screwing a Japanese hottie that was obviously into submissive teasing. That moment, a heavy metal girl appeared from the crowd. She wore a skimpy skirt held in place with a big safety pin. Her boots were knee high black leather. Her hair was curled into nests on the side of her head. She was rich dark brown mahogany skinned. Her face was a full and big smile with bubbly cheeks and purple-blue blushes of makeup. Her shirt was torn and ripped to reveal skin and look wild. She wore a chocker with metal studs around her neck. Danny grabbed her whole body with a big embrace. He felt her body having a nice weight. Her full boobs felt delicious against his body. The hormones went into an immediate rage. His hands explored her butt, feeling for the end of her skirt. A violent grip, ripped on his hair. His head was helplessly swiveled around and made to face the ground. A sharp knee pounded into his chest and knocked the air out of him. His whole body went slack to communicate to the woman that he was helpless in her experienced grip. And, he wouldn't try anything. "Never fuck with a Metal girl," she told him in a firm voice. He stared at her feet, because she kept his head locked in place with her grip on her hair. He saw her luscious, curved feet and got turned on. "Yes, never again." "You look kind of cute. I think I'll fuck your brains out." Her voice was absolutely sexy. It had the warm, resonating tones of a Nubian beauty. Dragged by his hair, she let him through the crowd. All he could see were legs, shoes, boots, rags, dirt, garbage. Yet, his heart pounded faster, feeling close to the hot black woman. The only sense of direction that he had was the pounding music that grew louder and louder. He was sometimes let in half arcs, then closer again, then around some obstacle again. Once they entered the arena of a Metal concert, the crowd got more rowdy. He was pushed around. Wet beer landed on his back spilled from drinks. He was pushed against her muscular legs. It felt so good each time that he was waiting to be shoved against her again. Yet, she kept walking steady footed with him in a constantly firm lock. After they climbed up the stairs to get behind a big stage speaker the size of four refrigerators, she threw him onto the ground. He laid on his back motionless looking up at her standing in a wide stance. The drums and electric guitar were winding loudly. A singer sung in foreign tongues. She was on the short side. Her face looked intense, yet the beauty of her face was strong. She snapped her fingers. He immediately knew that he had to undress. He pulled down his pants and folded out of his jacket. Exposed with a stark erection standing up, he was completely surrendered to her. His whole being wanted her to take him. And, she stepped forward, kneeled over his loin. Her belly swallowed his penis. The sensation of young pussy was overpowering. The drowning music canceled any thought. She ground her hips. She leaned her body back to put more penis pressure on her g-spot. The leaning back made her full boobs stand out even more. She leaned forward to lick his ear. Her tongue tips nestled its way through the lanes of his ear. "Hi, I am Alicia. Welcome to hell!" Intersections Sweat was pouring off my face. I adjusted my grip on the handlebars to ease my hand fatigue. My thighs were just beginning to protest. I could see the crest of the hill up ahead. Glancing down at my speedometer/computer, I couldn’t help smiling – this might just be my best time yet. Damn, this was turning into a great ride. Been riding for just over five years now. A knee injury terminated my running program, and the physical therapist suggested bicycling. I never bought another pair of running shoes. Even with my work commitments I average three rides a week. I’ve actually gotten pretty good, even won some races in my age group. It wasn’t like I was ready for the Tour de France, but I enjoy the competition. Today’s training route - my favorite, wound through old county back roads. The long climb was a pain but it had the fastest descent of all my rides; a steep curving plummet that needed total concentration. At the bottom of the hill the road flattens and straightens out just before it crosses some train tracks. Once past the train tracks it’s a simple turn to the left onto a bike trail and an easy cool-down ride home. As soon as I was done with this ride I was going to do nothing but relax. I was looking forward to a long restful weekend. The completion of a major project at work, one that consumed far too many evenings and weekends, said I deserved it – and I wasn’t about to disagree. Approaching the high point of the ride, I shifted through the gears to keep my pedals spinning at over 75 revolutions per minute. I wanted to save my legs for the descent as that allows me to reach my top speed. I let my mind fantasize for a moment about that long hot shower waiting for me at home. No, first I would enjoy a cool refreshing drink and then I’d take a long, hot shower. I reached the crest and shifted back through the gears picking up speed as I descended. My pedal revolutions were over 100 as I settled into the highest gear. Reaching top speed I tucked into my most aerodynamic position and enjoyed the roar of wind rushing past my ears. WHOOOOOSH! That was no wind! And that was one fucking close call! Something silver flashed by me so close that I was physically pushed sideways by the airwave. I lifted my head in time to see the driver with a mobile phone cupped to her ear – fucking bitch! Was the cell phone held-to-the-ear destined to become the 21st century equivalent of flipping someone the bird? Ahead of the car I saw the railroad crossing lights blinking and the control arms descending. I watched with real satisfaction as the car’s brake lights lit up. The driver must have been racing to make the crossing – she’d lost. But with any luck I wasn’t about to! There was an excellent chance that if the train was long enough or slow enough I’d reach the sedan in time. I was more than eager for the opportunity to vent my ire on the unthinking driver. I reached the car with plenty of train yet to clear the crossing. Crossing slowly behind the sedan, an immaculate BMW 740i, I pulled up next to the driver’s side door. The woman’s perfectly dyed blond hair was pulled back into a shoulder length ponytail. I noticed a black jacket folded neatly on the passenger’s seat. The woman had on a white blouse and a very short black skirt. As I pulled up beside her I could see that she was quite pretty, and judging by the volume of her voice very pissed off. Even with the windows up, I could hear every word she shouted into the phone. “Yeah, you heard me right asshole, THE LAWYERS. I gave them the photos of you and your personal assistant – little miss ass slut. Really? Well guess again, do you remember that pre-nuptial agreement that you had me sign? Do you recall the clause about adultery? Ohhh very good – I am going to own you, you worthless fucking prick!” She snapped the cell phone closed and threw it onto the passenger seat and yelled at it, “And I hope your dick falls off you cheating bastard!” I gasped and nearly fell off my bike. I’d definitely caught her off guard because she yelped, turned and looked at me in surprise. I smiled my best innocent smile at her. Because she was sitting lower than me, I couldn’t help but look down the top of her blouse. Her breasts heaved mightily with the emotions she was dealing with. The window separating us lowered silently. The woman’s eyes were level with my sweat-stained crotch. She glanced up at me. “You heard?” It was as much a statement as it was a question. When I nodded she sighed deeply, resting her forehead on the steering wheel. Bending forward caused her blouse to bow out and I had a clear view of a bra-clad breast. Her skirt inched up higher too. She had great looking legs. I was getting aroused. “You wouldn’t believe the number of times I’ve heard; “I’m just tired tonight honey – I have to work late dear – I have to go in on the weekends.” I should have known…no, that’s not true. I did know but I let him buy my silence with the houses, the cars, these boobs. Now he’s going to pay – that fucking asshole is going to pay! “Goddamnhim! I never refused him anything! There was a time when he couldn’t keep his hands off of me. That bastard hasn’t touched me in months.” “Months?” I was reminded of my own situation at home. She looked me up and down, and with a barely perceptible nod repeated, “Months.” We stayed there watching the train cars go by until the warning bell signaled the opening of the crossing. I turned to her to wish her good luck and was answered with a very strange expression. She licked her lips and took a deep breath. “The intersection up ahead – just past it. If you turn right, after the gas station there’s a road that ends at an old picnic area. Nobody ever goes there.” She glanced at her watch. “If you’re not there in 3 minutes, I won’t be there a second longer.” She sped off down the road. I was surprised that I followed her. I actually stood on my pedals and took off after her. My legs were tired but I rode as hard as I could. I was pleased to see that just past the gas station, she turned right. I pulled into the picnic area just as she was getting back into her car. I stopped my bike right in front of her and dismounted. She stood with her door open and for the longest time we just looked at each other. My heart was pounding and I finally had to speak. “Look, I’ve never really done anything like this. And to be honest I’m not sure why I followed you. I mean you’re married....” She stepped around from behind the car and walked up to me just as causal as could be. She kissed me. And then I kissed her back. Hands began to move and caress. Clothes started piling up on the hood of her car. Nipples hardened. Breathing came in ragged gasps. I rolled home two hours later. I hung my bike in the garage and entered the house through the utility room door. The teenagers, Jenny and Will, were in the dining room with their heads down in their homework. They barely acknowledged my arrival. I needed that shower right now and quickened my pace towards the bathroom. “Honey, is that you? Is everything okay? I was getting worried.” The voice was coming from our bedroom and growing louder. I was cut off from our bathroom. Damn. I turned and made for the kitchen sink to wash my face clean. I bent forward just as two arms encircled me, pinning my arms to my sides. “No, no, no. I’m too sweaty. You’ll get your clothes dirty.” I was turned around, pushed against the counter and kissed. My husband was genuinely glad that to see that I was home and safe. The pressure of his kiss eased and he relaxed the bear hug he had me in. “I like my women hot and dirty.” I heard the kids groan. He pulled back and looked me in the eyes. I watched the flare of his nostrils and heard him sniff. I knew exactly what I smelled like. My stomach churned in a tumbling free-fall. Then I realized the tumbling free-fall feeling for what it was. He was grinding his steel-hard erection into my stomach. Now that was a surprise. Well, so much for a long restful weekend.