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Jury Duty

By: CalWriter



The jury assembly room was full of good citizens, in their various states of commitment to do their civic duty. The line was long to register, get our badges, fill out the requisite questionnaires. It took me thirty minutes to navigate the bureaucracy and settle down for the long wait.

I went out on the patio, got a cup of coffee and lit a cigar. I had brought two books with me, a mystery novel and Pliny's Natural History. I pulled out the mystery and went at it.

After I was seated about ten minutes a young girl came up to my table. I looked up and she smiled at me, a smile I returned as I sized her up.

"Hello. Mind if I share your table?"

"Not at all," said, motioning to the empty chair.

"This is my first time. How long will we have to wait?" She asked.

"Depends. Could be an hour, could be all day."

"Great. How boring!"

I laughed. "It can be. But I'll try to keep you entertained."

"Deal." She held out her hand. "I'm Dinah."

I took her hand. "I'm Joe. Nice to meet you."

"What do you do when you aren't here?"

"Retired young and enjoying life. You?"

"Just graduated college. I'm working at a daycare for now."

She took out a notebook and started scribbling, giving me a chance to just look her over. She was a pretty brunette, with an obviously Jewish nose that hung out like a beak. Her breasts were small, but sat high and firm on her frame. She wore a white shirt and I could see the outline of her bra underneath. She wore a little too much eye makeup and her big brown eyes didn't need the distraction.

We passed the morning making chit chat until eleven when we were all called in and told we could go to lunch. I offered to buy her lunch, and she quickly accepted.

We found a café down the street from the courthouse and ordered.

"So, do you have a boyfriend?"

"No, not since college. We broke up right before graduation."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm not!"

By now I could tell she was flirting with me, as I was with her. She laughed at my lame jokes, took every opportunity to touch my arm while we talked. Several times our eyes met and held the glance. After paying the check we walked out and I took her hand, holding it was we made our way back to the courthouse.

Just as we got to the door, I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. She looked up at me with a delicious smile. Then she stood on her toes and pressed her lips to mine.

"Maybe jury duty won't be boring after all!"

We passed through the metal detectors just in time to hear an announcement for all jurors to report to the assembly room. As they called out names we sat entranced with each other, hoping we wouldn't be separated just yet.

Both of us were called in the same pool. We walked up to the courtroom, barely heard the judge talk about the case. Neither of us were called before they empanelled the jury and we were dismissed and thanked along with everyone else.

"So, you free for dinner?" I asked.

"I'm not hungry. Want to come to my place and help me work up and appetite?" Her smile was so devilish I had a hard time keeping a straight face.

"Let's go!"

I followed her to her apartment. Inside, it looked like a typical college apartment with mismatched everything and generous amounts of clutter. Dinah told me her roommates were gone and we would have the place to ourselves.

She led me to her bedroom. Without any preliminaries she pulled her shirt over her head and turned to me. She took my hands and placed them on her bra-clad tits. Her nipples hardened through the material under my touch.

I pulled her to me and gave her the long, hot, tongue kiss I had wanted to give her all day. Her hand went to the front of my pants, rubbing my cock through the material. 

The time came quickly for us to disrobe. I unhooked her bra then proceeded to my own clothes. My now-hard cock caught on my boxers, making Dinah laugh. 

Her body was perfect, her skin white and interrupted only by the shock of black hair over her pussy and her brown nipples. She placed her hand on my shoulder and guided me to the bed.

We took things slow, feeling each other and exploring with our hands. We felt every inch of each other before our hands reached out for our sexes. Her pussy was drenched with desire as I began to finger it, making Dinah squeal. Her hand grasped my shaft and stroked my penis.

I kissed one breast, then the other, tracing each nipple with my tongue. I trailed down her stomach, licked her navel, then reached her pussy. She cried out as I began to lick her hard little clit.

Dinah was a gusher and soon my face was covered in her juices as the waves of pleasure flowed over her. After her third climax she was begging me to fuck her.

In one fluid motion I was up on my knees and her hand guided me into her dripping sex. I bottomed out on the third stroke.

"I'm gonna make a Jewish baby in you, girl!"

"Fuck me, Joe! Harder!"

I increased my velocity, slamming her with all nine inches to the depth of her pussy. And what a young, tight pussy it was! Every inch of her rubbed against my shaft as if violated her.

I rolled over, letting her be on top for awhile. I rubbed her tiny breasts as she rode me. Her thighs clutched at mine as she bounced up and down on my cock. After a couple of minutes she slowed down, leaned in and kissed me. Our tongues fenced in her mouth as she slowly rode me.

Then I got her up on her knees and maneuvered behind her. I reinserted my penis into her after rubbing it along her slit and over her asshole. She tentatively began moving her hips and I praised her. Soon she was whispering for me to fuck her harder, faster. This was what I'd been waiting for, and I forgot control. I drove home my dick with so much enthusiasm that my balls made a slapping noise against her. I felt my dick tighten, and I spewed cum up into her pussy. I collapsed on top of her for a few moments before I was ready to pull out.

I lit a cigarette and shared it with her. As we lay there, rubbing each other and smoking, I began to get another erection. Dinah wasted no time, sliding down to take me in her mouth.

My dick was standing up proud and hard, pointing right up at my belly button. She slid one hand up between my legs, feeling my balls. The other hand clasped my dick and began to slowly slide up and down along the shaft. She pumped it several times, looking at the juice seeping out of the slit in the end. Then she leaned forward and stuck

out her tongue. She licked the end, swiping her tongue all around the head.

I groaned with pure pleasure! Dinah pursed her lips and kissed it right on the end. Then, slowly moving forward, she let her lips slowly enclose the end of my

dick, sliding down until she had the whole knob in her mouth. She pressed forward, taking some of the shaft in her mouth. Slowly, she took more and more until the end of my prick was against the back of her throat. I could see that she had a little more than half of it in her mouth. 

Dinah then slowly let it slide out of her mouth until only the end was in. Then she reversed directions and repeated the movement. I began to contribute to the movement, sliding my dick in and out of her mouth. She was using her tongue on the underside of it as it slid in

and out. She was also exerting as much suction as she could.

Dinah wrapped her fist around my cock at just the right place to control the maximum depth that she wanted. Suddenly, I groaned and gasped as my dick began to throb. She knew I was about to shoot my load, so she withdrew her mouth until she had only the bloated knob in her mouth and began to suck hard. 

Bam! I cut loose in her mouth. The first wad almost shot down her throat without her swallowing, it spurted out with such power. Swallowing rapidly, Dinah

tried to keep up with the gushes of hot juice spurting from the end of my dick. Finally, the spurts slowed to a dribble and then quit. She sucked the last of the juice out and let my softening dick slide out of her mouth.

She saved a bit of my cream and shared it with me in a kiss. We spent the rest of the night changing positions and testing every opening on Dinah's body and each one made her just as eager as before. We finally went to sleep about three in the morning, exhausted and smelling of sex.

Jury Duty



This is another in the continuing adventures of Dylan James, Hollywood stuntman and stud. Dylan's adventures started out with the "One For The Road" series. Please check all his adventures out. Thanks for the interest and support. And please remember to vote. All emails are welcome. 

It was 8:30 AM as Dylan sat drinking his second cup of coffee in the 8th floor Jury Room at the Superior Court Building. He had been called in for jury duty and he had managed to put it off for several months, but he had finally run out of excuses. The place was slowly filling up as people straggled into this room of strangers from their outside lives to possibly sit in judgment of others. Dylan had worked late at his office to help prep a stunt for today – one that he would not be able to do. He was pissed, tired and already bored. He sat down on one of the really long couches that were placed around the room and picked up the LA Times he had brought in to read. He slowly worked his way through the sports section as he sipped his coffee. As he finished an article on Barry Bonds closing in on Hank Aaron's home run record, he glanced up at the clock. That is when he saw her. Instantly, his boredom was gone, and she had his complete and undivided attention. 

She was an Amazon, beautiful and extremely striking. Her long black hair was pulled back framing a lovely face sporting a killer smile even this early in the morning. She had coffee with cream colored skin that seemed to gleam against the reddish brown little summer dress that barely concealed her amazing body. She was about 5'10" in her low heeled sandals and her long legs carried her into the room with a gait that made her large breasts bob up and down inside her thin little dress. As she turned to look around the room for a seat, Dylan got a great look at her ass. The thin dress was pulled tightly across her muscular but meaty globes. "The kind of ass that you can put both hands around and fuck all day," Dylan thought to himself lasciviously as he watched her look around and finally sit down across from him. As he casually watched her sit and get settled, she crossed her legs and the short dress rode high up on her thighs revealing her gorgeous legs. The thought of fucking her made Dylan's pants snake jump to alert and start to make its way down his thigh. 

Never one to wait for an opportunity to present itself, Dylan always created his own opportunities especially with women. He got up and went to the coffee urns in the corner and poured two large Styrofoam cups of coffee. He slowly walked up to where the Amazon was sitting going thru her purse.

"I hope you like it black," he said as he offered the cup to her. 

The Amazon lifted her face and stared at him with hard green eyes. If it was possible she was even more striking up close. What she saw in front of her almost took her breath away. Dylan was as handsome as she was beautiful. At 6'4" and around 215, he was a very excellent specimen of the male form. Her green eyes softened as she looked into his piercing blue ones and a faint smile crossed her full lips. 

"I prefer black, but I am open to other things." She took the coffee from him and patted the seat next to her. The very blatant sexual reference did not go unnoticed by Dylan as he sat down. She put her purse down next to her, and re-crossed her legs towards him. 

"Thank you for the coffee. That was very nice of you. I'm Rhonda." She said as she held out her hand and took his. As she shook his hand, she looked deep into his eyes. Dylan felt like she was reading him, gauging him as if she was searching for a special connection. 

"My name is Dylan, and you are most welcome. You seemed to be the only other person in the room who was awake, so I thought I would talk to you."

"I am glad that you decided too," she smiled at him and released his hand. She took a moment to blow into the cup on the hot coffee, cooling it. Then as she drank the strong coffee gingerly, she looked over the top of the cup at him with her soft green eyes. Dylan stared back at her as he took a sip of his coffee. 

So slowly, the dance began. For the next 30 minutes they spoke to each other about their lives and what was happening to them. They talked about their work, home life, and what they did for fun. Slowly, the sexual tension began to build. As they sat talking, they moved closer to each other until their knees were barely touching. She had started to reach out and touch his arm when she laughed or wanted to make a point. Her touch was light and caressing on his arm, and the scent of her perfume was intoxicating. She often leaned forward while they were talking giving Dylan a really good look at her cleavage. Her summer dress was cut low in the front and her large full breasts strained against the thin material. He was sure that she didn't have a bra on. As a matter of fact, he was sure she didn't have anything on under that dress but a thong. The only reason that Dylan's nine inch cock was not sticking up right in her face, was his tight jeans and the LA Times that covered his lap. Her presence was so overwhelming that he had been rock hard for the past 15 minutes. 

Just at the moment, one of the court clerks called for everyone's attention. Rhonda had to turn in her seat and face toward the front. As she did the entire length of her thigh pressed against Dylan's, and there it stayed while the clerk droned on about this and that concerning jury duty. 

Jury duty was the farthest thing from Dylan's mind at the moment. His body was ablaze with passion for this Amazon beauty. She had completely captivated him with her beauty and sexuality. As if she was reading his mind, she slipped her hand onto his upper thigh not two inches from his straining dick. Slowly, she snaked her hand under the newspaper and right onto the bulge in his pants. It rested there for several seconds as she teased with Dylan's mind, then she gave it a hard squeeze. When she realized the size of the thing she was squeezing, she turned her head in shock and looked at Dylan in amazement. He smiled at her wolfishly and stared at the front of her dress where her excited nipples were poking through the material like two pencil points. 

As the clerk rambled on about citizenship and responsibility, Rhonda kept softly stroking his raging cock under the newspaper. Her pussy was dripping with excitement but then she was always horny. She loved sex and she loved teasing good looking men like Dylan. Dylan on the other hand was in complete agony. Here was a woman that like him loved public displays of sexual attraction. She seemed to be a thrill seeker just like him, but this time he could not do anything about it. He just had to sit there as his aching prick was teased and teased. He could bring to feel a wet spot forming in his boxers from all the pre-cum that was leaking from his large mushroom-shaped cockhead. 

Dylan needed to cool off. Rhonda had his dick rock hard and it was impossible to concentrate. Her stroking and touching was driving him crazy. He stood up and held his newspaper in front of his crotch so no one else could see his condition, and proceeded to head out of the room. The clerk looked at him as he passed her, and he pointed to the door and said he had to get something out of his car. She nodded to him and told him he had until 10:30 to be back or he was considered absent. As he headed for the door again, he looked at his watch and realized he could be away for an hour and fifteen minutes. He sailed through the door and out into the deserted hallway. 

As he paused by a window that looked out on downtown LA, he took a deep breath. That woman had worked him up to almost frenzy. He wasn't used to being the one who was carried away. He was the one that usually made the woman dizzy with lust. Rhonda had really gotten to him. 

"Was it too hot in there for you?" he heard called out behind him. He turned and watched this incredibly sexy woman stride up to him. Rhonda came up and put her hand on his arm and drew him close to her. With her other hand, she reached out squeezed all along the length of his still raging cock. 

"Oooh, I'm glad that you are still excited to see me," she purred. He franticly looked around to make sure no one was watching as she continued to stroke his cock through his tight jeans. She admired the length and feel of his package. She could tell from experience that he was well hung. Dylan just moaned softly as she fondled him. 

"You are killing me, girl! My dick is about to burst," he groaned. He took the back of his hand and rubbed it across one of her prominent nipples. "I need to put this thing in you right now!"

"Oh, you do? Do you think you can handle me?" She teased. 

"I know that I can more than handle you," Dylan dared back. As he said that he cupped her full round left tit in his hand and squeezed gently. Then he pinched her rock hard nipple and she shivered from his touch. 

Dylan grabbed her hand and dragged her after him as he moved off down the hallway at a quick pace. He didn't know where they were going but he was going to find a room for them somewhere on this floor. On his right, they passed the huge elevator lobby for the 8th floor and he saw the doors to the men's and women's bathrooms. He thought briefly about taking her into one of those, but there were still too many people on the floor for that. They came to the doors of the only courtroom on this floor which just happened to be not operating today, and he pulled on the doors trying to get in. They were locked. He noticed a small corridor that lead off the main hallway just past the courtroom doors. He pulled Rhonda into the smaller hallway and pushed her up against the marble wall. Dylan grabbed Rhonda and brought her close and gave her a hot, wet lust-filled kiss. He sucked on her tongue and bit at her lips, as they began rubbing and grabbing at each other while their passion rose to a new level. She took hold of his giant prick and began jacking him through his pants, while he brought one hand up underneath her dress and began rubbing her thong covered pussy. The entire crotch of her thong was soaking wet. As he found her buzzing clit and began to rub it, she moaned deep into his mouth with pleasure. 

Suddenly, she pushed him back. "We can't do this in an open hallway!"

A lust-crazed Dylan quickly moved down the hall checking the doors on each side looking for an open door. Since the court was not in session today most of the doors were locked, but luckily he found the door to a storeroom unlocked and he pushed it open. He signaled to her and she quickly ran inside the dark room. He followed her in and locked the door behind him. 

He turned toward her and leaned against the door looking at her. The room was dark except for the glow of the red exit light. The place had a musty smell to it. They stared intently at each other for a couple of moments then rushed into each other arms, and began to passionately kiss each other. Their hands were everywhere rubbing and groping each other. Rhonda was sucking on Dylan's tongue as she tried to rip his shirt off. Dylan slipped the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders and the dress fell and pooled at her feet. Her tits were magnificent as he knew that they would be. She stood with her chest slowly heaving from the excitement and her boobs proudly displayed. Her hard nipples were sticking out and the soft area around them was a dark brown. Her tits stood out on her chest like huge globes, gently jiggling with her breathing. 

Dylan reached out and covered her large tits with his hands. As he squeezed them, her nipples stood out. He slowly sucked her left nipple into his mouth, licking and biting it, making it throb with pleasure.

Rhonda got busy with her hands and undid the snap to his jeans and pushed them down his muscular thighs. His large cock popped free of its confinement and bounced in front of her. She stared in amazement at his size and girth. In the dim light, his great cock looked impossibly big. She groaned deep in her throat at the very sight of it. It seemed the very shaft of his nine-inch monster began to thicken and grow right before her eyes. It was huge and she hungered for it. She dropped to her knees and took the massive cock in her hand. It was so fat and long! Mewling sounds came from her mouth as she began licking it from the base to the large, mushroom shaped head. She greedily licked and softly bit the hard flesh as her tongue circled and teased the great head of his cock. 

"Fuck, you have a great dick, Dude!" She said as her mouth engulfed his cock, sucking it to the back of her throat. Using her tongue and throat muscles to milk his surging prick, Dylan closed his eyes as her talented mouth worked on the length of his great cock. She was very, very good!

"Suck my cock, bitch!" he hissed.

"MMMMM!" She moaned in response. Rhonda began sucking him frantically, seeking his hot jizz. Her head bobbed up and down on his thick pole with a corkscrew motion, and she cupped his swollen, cum-filled balls and squeezed. Then she would switch her technique and lick the length of his huge cock while stroking his hot fleshly column. Dylan was very worked up and excited, he usually took forever to cum, but he felt the tell-tale tingling behind his balls and knew he was about to blow. He grabbed her head with both of his hands and began thrusting his thick prick deep into her willing throat. She gagged the first few times he sent his huge monster into her mouth. When she adjusted to his rhythm, Rhonda grasped his ass and held on tightly as he furiously fucked her mouth. She slipped one of her fingers toward Dylan's asshole and on his next great thrust, she shoved a finger inside. Dylan screamed out his pleasure as she began to finger-fuck him, pumping her finger into him fast and hard. Suddenly, he stiffened and his cock began to fire thick ropes of hot white cum into her greedily sucking mouth. His balls kept pumping explosive blasts of jizz deep into her throat, while her lips were stretched in wide O around his thrusting shaft. She could feel the pulse of his cock against her tongue each time it fired another rope of male seed down her gullet. 

Finally, Dylan's deflating cock quit its thrusting and shooting, and he pulled his still sizeable cock from her mouth and stumbled back against one of the storage racks. Breathing hard and through silted eyes, he stared at amazement at this sexy Amazon, who had just given him the best blowjob of his life. As he watched Rhonda opened her mouth and he saw the last of his cum pooled on her tongue. She closed her mouth and smiled at him and swallowed. She had swallowed every drop of his massive orgasm and she had totally sucked him dry. 

"Jesus!" he exclaimed breathlessly. "Fuck!"

"MMMMM!" she moaned, as she licked her lips. "I love the taste of your cum! Can I have more please?" she asked laughing and with a trace of a British accent. 

"First, your turn," Dylan said as he pulled her to her feet and pushed her against a storage locker. He kneeled in front of her and slowly pulled her thong down her fabulous legs. As her pussy came into view, his breath caught in his throat. Her wide open pussy was shaved clean with no pubic hair anywhere. The thick lips of her pussy were slick with her wet juices, and her rock hard clit stood out begging to be sucked. He pushed her legs wider and moved his head deep between her thighs. Starting at her asshole, he licked her slowly from her butt all the way through the folds of her leaking pussy. He loved the taste of her free flowing juices and he buried his searching tongue deep inside her boiling cunt.

"Yes! Ohhhhhhhhhh..."

He licked all the juice out of her over-heated cunt that he could. Then he slowly moved up to her throbbing clit and softly licked it. Rhonda cried out and began to hump her clit at his mouth. She was red-hot and her gushing cunt was close to exploding. She had one hand squeezing her heaving tit and the other was pulling Dylan's head deeper into her overwrought pussy. As she moaned and groaned her pleasure, her ass began to buck and shake against the lockers. Dylan continued to suck on her staining clit as he slipped two fingers up into her wet, excited tunnel. 

"OHHH... Fuck, that's good!!!" she hissed as her ass went into overdrive thrusting her pussy on to his mouth and fingers. 

He was amazed at her intensity and how her skin got really hot when she was worked up. He continued to lick and bite her clit while thrusting his fingers deep into her fiery hole. He loved eating her pussy and could have just kept going. Rhonda was shaking and quivering as her flaming cunt built toward her climax. 

Suddenly, she pulled Dylan's head tight against her blazing hole and tensed up every muscle in her body. Just as suddenly, her taut body exploded in a series of earth-shattering climaxes as Dylan continued to suck and thrust his long fingers deep into her blistering hole. 

Again and again he brought her to climax until she slumped against the lockers exhausted. 

As he stood up between her spread thighs, his thick jutting cock had returned to full rock hard length. He spun the dazed Rhonda around and leaned the dizzy Amazon against the lockers. He grasped his long freshly column in one hand and bent his knees until the hot tip of his huge thick cock touched her slick wet hole. He rubbed the great head along her greasy slot, wetting the head with her juices. Then pausing for just a long tension filled moment, he pushed his massive steel pole deep inside her smoking twat in one powerful thrust.

"UUUNNNGGGHHHH!" she cried with pleasure. " OOOOHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSSS!"

"You like my cock up your cunt?" Dylan whispered as his long demanding cock thrust deep inside her still climaxing cunt.

"Oh, God, yes! Fuck my cunt! Oh, fuck, your dick is big! Don't stop fucking me!"

Rhonda felt like she was stuffed full of hard powerful cock. She had experienced more than her share of large, hard cocks, but not one of them had ever pleasured her like this white boy was! The man had some skills. This is one dude that knew how to fuck! The feeling of his thick iron hard cock ramming deep into her hot and bothered cunt was delicious. He speared her hot channel again and again with his rampaging cock. Using the full length of his giant cock, he would thrust deep into her and pull out leaving on the tip between her wide stretched lips. Then he would shove his pussy pleaser to the hilt again in her luscious pussy. Rhonda screamed with uncontrolled delight as Dylan pounded her tight pussy with his towering prick. In and out, in and out, in and out, he drove his mighty cock into her churning cunt, sending bolts of white-hot pleasure to every nerve ending in her body. She began yanking and pulling at her hard nipples, taking pleasure in the sharp pain she was causing herself. This almost total stranger's cock was driving her mad with desire as he plunged his monster cock into her tight inflamed pussy over and over.

"FUCK MY PUSSY! FUCK ME, MAKE ME FEEL IT! OH GOD, IT IS GOING RIGHT THROUGH ME!"

Dylan couldn't believe the amount of intense pleasure he felt driving his powerful prick into this sexy woman's up-turned cunt. He'd fucked a lot of girls and women, but none had aroused and excited him the way that Rhonda had. He stared with lust-filled eyes as his massive cock vigorously thrust again and again deep into her wide sopping pussy. His cock and heavy balls were drenched with her juices that ran like a river from her over-flowing canal. His powerful hands gripped her hips like a vice as he impaled her onto his massive meat with each piercing thrust. This woman had excited him, over heated him, gotten the best of him and he wanted to dominate her, make her succumb to the power of his giant cock. Again and again and again he drove deep into her gushing cunt, trying to make her cum over his thrusting cock. They were fucking each other so hard that they had slowly moved from the lockers to behind the door where she was braced against a shelving unit as he speared into her over and over. He felt her tight pussy sleeve begin to ripple and pull at his invading rod, and he knew she was right on the edge. He placed his thumb at the entrance to her puckered anus and pushed it inside her tight ass. The added digit pushed her over the top and her scorching cunt imploded. 




Jury Duty



"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!" she screamed. "OHHHHH! GGGOOODDDDDDDDD! YESSSSSSSSSS!"

She saw brilliant colors behind her eyes as Dylan drilled deep into her clutching sheath over and over, pushing her orgasm higher. Her ass was moving in double and triple time trying to get more of his plunging cock into her climaxing hole. Streams of cunt juice were running down her legs in little streamlets from her gushing pussy, and still he hammered her defenseless cunt. Her passion was mindless as she drove her tight wet sleeve up and down his thrusting pole. They were both covered in sweat and cunt juice, and still they fucked each other. Him, thrusting his great cock and thick thumb up her two over-stimulated holes, and her, sliding her tight cunt up and down his giant cock seeking to extend her lust filled orgasm. 

Finally, exhausted and breathing hard, they slumped against the shelving unit with Dylan's raging cock was still buried to the hilt in her clutching, climaxing cunt. 

Suddenly, as they tried to catch their breath, a key turned in the closet door. The door swung open and almost hit Dylan in the back. They both held very still and tried to keep quiet. Dylan could feel Rhonda's pussy still trying to milk his cock as it fluttered and rippled along his great length. He turned his head to see who had come into the room, and was praying it wasn't a court cop. In the dim light, he saw a janitor come into the room and grab a broom for the other wall. As he held Rhonda by the hips, they tried not to move at all, but he was harder than ever as his soaring cock was stuck deep in her tight, rippling pussy. He gently rocked his hips once forcing his rock hard prick deeper into her sensitive channel, and she moaned softly. The janitor turned briefly looking for the noise, but his view was blocked by the open door. He grabbed something else off the shelf as Rhonda's leaking pussy continued to clutch and pull at Dylan's deeply buried cock. The tension was so thick and he was tempted to push deeper into her burning fuck hole. 

Finally, the janitor had everything he needed and he walked out of the store room and locked the door. Both of them let out a quiet but huge sigh of relief at not getting caught. He slowly began stroking his iron hard rod into her steaming pussy which felt hotter than ever. She slowly rotated her ass in a wide circle as he started to thrust deeper into her still pulsating cunt. This had been extremely exciting to Dylan. As a professional stunt man, he lived for danger and he often tried to fuck in semi-public places. It added to the experience and the rush. Now he got a whole new wave of energy, and his cock surged into an even harder weapon. Rhonda was in for a hell of ride now. 

"Mmmm, we almost got caught there, you fool. Your dick is too big," she joked as she met his gentle thrust with a thrust of her own. 

"Your sweet pussy is so tight, but do you like other games?" he asked as he continued to stroke into her inviting pussy. He reached around and grabbed her free swing tits in his hands as he began to spear into her warm, moist pussy a little faster and harder. Her juices were flowing again making his cock and balls wet with her thick juices. 

"I am so hot right now, I am up for anything, lover," she sighed back at him. She reached between her legs and stroked his thick dick as he slide it between her wet pussy lips from behind. Dylan moaned at her unexpected touch as he stroked into her hot pussy. 

"What did you have in mind?" she purred. Without a word, he pulled his giant dick out of her tight, hot fuck hole and pressed the slick juiced covered mushroom-shaped head against Rhonda's ass hole. He slowly began to work the thick head into her tight back hole, pushing hard trying to force into her puckered rosebud. Rhonda groaned loudly and her body stiffened as the head slipped inside her clinched ring. He rested a moment letting her adjust to his girth before he started to feed his large cock into her dark tunnel. 

"STOP!" she complained. "It's too fucking big! ...oooohhhhhh!"

Dylan would have none of it, and he kept pushing his thick prick up into her tight passageway. Little by little, inch by inch his immense cock worked its way deeper into her tightly packed ass. His hands grasped her hips tightly holding her in place as he sank his huge cock into her back door. He had to put his large cock into her hot ass and give her the ride of her life. He had thought that since the first time he saw her. For him it was the ultimate ride after such a close call, and he intended to enjoy his reward as he thrust deeply again into her snug ass. 

"OOOOOhhhhhhhh, it's TOO FUCKING BIG. Oh GOD!."

Dylan thrust hard once more and felt his cock sink into Rhonda's warm tight hole to the hairs. She groaned from the assault on her body. She was gasping loudly, her legs trembled with desire and effort as Dylan began to rock his hips slowly, thrusting his powerful shaft deep into her constricted ass. She moaned and threw her head back as she began to move her shapely ass in rhythm with his vigorous thrusts. Suddenly the pain Rhonda was experiencing began to fade and her desire returned hotter and deeper than before. Dylan's enormous prick felt delirious as penetrated deep into her humid rear hole again and again. Rhonda dropped her hand to her throbbing clit and began to frig herself with a thick finger, sending shivers of ecstasy coursing through her overheated body. 

"Yesssss, baby, fuck me!" she hissed. "Fuck my ass!"

"You like it this way, baby?" Dylan asked as he thrust deep into her again and again.

"Oh, fuck yes!"

"You're so fucking tight!" he gasped.

"Oh, give it to me big man! GIVE ME YOUR COCK!" Rhonda panted. 

Urged on by her verbal outbursts, Dylan grabbed her large swinging tits in each of his big hands and pulled her back onto his plunging organ. He began to pick up the pace of his thrusts driving deeper into her asshole on each lunge. Pulling out to the very ring of her tight asshole, he would plunge all nine inches of his thickly muscled cock into her again and again. As he plunged into her relentlessly seeking his own pleasure and cum, his spearing thrusts drove her toward her own massive orgasm. She was getting wound tighter with each stab of his colossal male muscle as he drilled into again and again. She began to groan and tremble with pleasure has she urged her hips back at him trying to take his spearing shaft deeper into her up-turned butt. Rhonda began to beg Dylan to fuck her harder, and faster, and make her ass feel his giant cock. She begged him to make her cum while her fingers flew across her buzzing clit with a furious rhythm. He continued to slam his huge cock into her over worked ass with hard, violent thrusts driving her higher and higher. Rhonda knew she didn't have long before her orgasm would rip her apart as she urged him on.

"Fuck me , baby...Oh GOD... soon...soon ...I...UUUNNNGGGTTTHHH!"

Suddenly, Rhonda screamed out and her over heated body began to convulse with a massive orgasm. As her fingers continued to rub her rock hard clit, her asshole clamped down on Dylan's thrusting cock like a vice, gripping and pulling and milking the length of his drilling manhood. As Dylan drove into the searing heat of her ass, his big balls were bouncing off her juicing cunt hitting her throbbing clit with each powerful thrust. Her secretions were flowing down her thighs and covering both of them. He was in heaven!

"Uh... uh... uh... uh... uh... uh...!!" She grunted as again and again he drove into her wonderfully tight ass. He began to feel that wonderful tickling in his balls as his orgasm starts to build. Her rippling ass muscles took him over the top as his cock exploded into her asshole. Rope after rope of hot cum poured into her torrid bowels. Her squeezing ass was giving him incredible sensations all along the length of his massive tool as he fired volley after volley deep into her ass from the tip of his thrusting prick. 

Rhonda could feel his hot seed filling her ass as screams of pleasure came from her mouth. She bucked and writhed against him as her famished cunt milked his balls of every drop of white hot cum. Her face was a mask of unbridled lust as he emptied his cum filled balls into her sexy ass. 

Finally he stopped thrusting into her and he slumped against her back. 

"Jesus!" was all he could say as he held her quivering body against him.

"I'm glad you liked it," she gasped softly as she leaned against the shelving unit trying to catch her breath. 

For several minutes, both of them stood there exhausted while they tried to catch their breath, letting things return to normal. Slowly, they pulled themselves apart, cleaned themselves up and got dressed. There were no awkward moments between them. They teased and kissed each other as they cleaned up. When they were ready to go, Rhonda kissed him deeply and begged him to call her. He said, of course he would, and they carefully snuck out of the supply room. 

As they headed back toward the jury room, the lobby came up on their left. They both headed into their respective bathrooms to clean up further. After 10 minutes, Dylan emerged from the men's room and after waiting a couple of minutes for Rhonda, he went back to the jury room. 

As soon as he entered, a court clerk grabbed him and pushed some paperwork into his hand. A new jury member was needed on the 4th floor right away. He had to go now. Grabbing his paper work, he rushed back to the lobby. Pressing the button, he hoped that Rhonda would come out soon, but the elevator arrived and doors opened. She still was not there yet. Dylan slowly got on hoping that she would emerge before the doors closed, but as the doors slid shut that was not to be. They had not exchanged numbers yet. He could only hope that she would leave a note for him, or they would try to catch each other at the end of the day. 

After sitting in a court room all day waiting to see if he would be picked, about 3 PM he was released from jury duty. He rushed upstairs to try and find Rhonda. Not seeing her, he described her to the clerk and asked if she was around. The clerk told him that she had been excused two hours earlier. She had not left her number. Distracted and dejected, Dylan left the Superior Court building and headed home. He'd had fucked one of the most exciting women he had ever met, but he didn't know how to get hold of her again. As he slid his truck into traffic, he wondered if he would ever see her again. 



Jury Duty



"Mrs. Stark do you know the defendant?" Asked the states Attorney. 

Mrs. Stark paused seemed not to want to answer then said "yes."

Asked: "Really! And how is it you know this man?"

Answered: "I met him once at an open house and garage sale. We talked some about prices."

Question: "Did he introduce himself to you?"

Answer: Pause "Yes. We exchanged names."

Question "Was that all you exchanged?"

Answer: "Well I gave him my phone number."

Question "Did he ever call you?"

Answer "Yes."

"Mrs. Stark I think you better tell the court to what extent you really came to know Mr. Jordon."

Mrs. Stark "Mr. Jordon came by my house for dinner once?"

Question; "So you've meet Mr. Jordon socially and more than once?"

Blushing; "Yes. I'm sorry. I lied. At the time I thought Danny. Mr. Jordon was a really nice guy."

Question: "How long did Mr. Jordon spend at your home after dinner?"

Blushing "Two days and three nights."

"I see. So you slept with the defendant?" 

Really blushing: "yes."

"This is very interesting. Much of this case has been brought by Mrs. Barns because she has identified Mr. Jordon because of a birthmark on his inner thigh. Did you see such a mark?"

Answer: "Yes."

Question: "Under what circumstances did you see this birthmark?"

Answer: "He pushed my head down to his crotch. I saw it then."

Question: What were you doing at the time you saw this mark?"

Answer: "Danny wanted me to give him oral sex?"

Question: "How old are you Mrs. Stark?"

Answer: "Fifty Eight."

Question: "You're a widow is that right?"

Answer: "Yes."

"So having sex with a near total stranger is what you were doing? Is that right."

Answer: "Yes. I guess. I found Mr. Jordon to be a very nice man and we drank some wine he brought then he kissed me I let him touch me and it kind of went to hell from there."

Question: "Where did he touch you first?'

Answer; "He fondled my breasts."

The attorney took a long look at Mrs. Stark's large round breast that were properly displayed in a snug fitting sweater. Snickers came from the court room. The judge also leaned over the edge of his bench and looked down smiling slightly.

The Judge said "Get on with it Mr. Boston."

Looking up Mr. Boston said "Yes. Your Honor."

"Tell the court what happened after that."

"It a long story. Must I tell you every thing? Every detail. I mean?"

Mr. Boston "I think that would be best. It may bring out the truth in what Mrs. Barns has said."

Mrs. Stark smiled licked her lips and started to relate her three days and night with Mr. Jordon,"

"Danny kissed me and slipped his hand under my blouse grabbing my nipples and twisting them. This had a very strange effect on me. 

So I slipped my hand down to his crotch and grabbed his rather astounding erection. He is very well hung you see. 

I had not felt or touched a man for a couple of years and just feeling his cock turned me on so I nearly had a climax right then. 

Danny told me I had great tits and he wanted to see them and suck on my nipples. I let him pull my blouse off and unhook my bra. There are five snaps on my bra and he was having a hard time so I turned around so he could do it easier. 

When I turned back around Danny had unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock out. I must say I was very pleasantly surprised to see his lovely cock. It was all swollen up and standing out proudly. I told him he had a lovely cock and he said I had the most gorgeous tits he had ever seen. He grabbed my tits and I grabbed his cock.

Danny lowered his mouth to my nipples and sucked on them. First one and then the other. He had also slipped a hand up under my skirt. 

I was really getting hot jerking on his cock. I do love to feel a good hard cock in my hands. I think most women love to feel great hard cock. 

It's kind of like touching a sweet melon at the market you feel in and think of how it will feel in your mouth later. How sweet it will taste and how you'll suck the juice out of it to savor the flavor before you let your lover watch as you swallow it for him. I've been told I'm one hot cocksucker. 

Danny managed to slip two fingers around the edge of my panties and into my wet cunt. I had my first climax right there in the kitchen. Danny finger fucked me to my first while sucking on my nipples.

We moved to the Den so we could sit down. But before we sat on the sofa Danny and I undressed each other. That was when Danny pushed my head down toward his crotch. We were naked Danny kissed me and then pulled back placing his hands on my shoulders and head. 

I of course knew what he wanted and I was happy to do it for him. At this point Danny sat on the sofa and I squatted on the floor in front of him. Danny gently took my head in his hands and guided me toward his throbbing cock. That was when I saw his birthmark. It's shaped like a birds head with its beak open. I smiled as I saw it because I was opening my mouth too. 

Grabbing Danny's cock I placed the large smooth head in my mouth so I could lick it and run my tongue around the helmet. 

Danny moaned and I knew he liked my way of sucking his lovely cock. I lowered my mouth slowly down until I had nearly all of his cock in my mouth. It was touching my throat. It has been a long time since I tried deep throat so I just let the head touch my throat. I must have moved my mouth up and down his cock a hundred times as I held his balls. 

Danny kept talking to me telling me I was a great cocksucker and this only made me hotter. Finely Danny's cock swelled up and the head got bigger and I knew he was about to cum. 

I jerked on his cock so that his cum would fly out fast and hard. I pulled back so Danny could see his cum shoot into my mouth all over my tongue. He yelled for me to suck his fucking cock. So I took it back into my mouth and let him shoot off in my mouth until he was finished. Then very slowly I swallowed it all and licked the last drop that bubbled up. 

Danny is very inch a man. His cock only wilted for a few minutes and then as I continued to lick it from balls to tip it grew hard again.

Danny told me to get on the sofa on all fours as he wanted to fuck me doggie style. 

I got up and he got behind me. Danny said I have a beautiful ass. He fingered my pussy and rubbed the head of his cock up and down my wet cunt. He wiped his cock head on my ass hole and pushed just hard enough to let me know he was interested in fucking my ass later. I pushed back to let Danny know I would love to have his cock pushed up my ass. 

Danny is a good lover and I enjoyed his playful nature as he rubbed my pussy with the head of his cock. I reached back between my legs to rub my clitoris. Danny held each cheek of my ass in his hands pulling them wide apart. He pushed his cock head into my pussy and then grabbed me by the hips and rammed his fucking boner to the hilt. I screamed with passion and we were off to the races to see which one of us would explode first. Danny was fucking me like a jack hammer. My tits were swinging and bouncing all around. I tried to talk but could not get the words out. I wanted to tell Danny this was the best fucking I had had in a long time.

I felt my climax start to build somewhere down in my guts. I felt the tension stiffen my pussy walls and tighten around his cock. Danny screamed he was cumming as my pussy closed like a vice around his cock. My climax shot up through my body making me loose all control. I pushed back and squeezed my clitoris between my fingers. 

I felt the thick steady stream of warm semen fill my cunt. I screamed for Danny to fuck me harder. I surrendered to my own lust and nearly pissed. I cum so hard I felt my juices squeeze past Danny throbbing cock and run down my legs.

My head and arms collapsed driving my head into the pillows. I would have fallen forward except for the arm of the sofa. 

Danny was jerking wildly as I drifted off into another world of passion and joy. 

I don't remember when Danny pulled his slim covered cock out of my pussy but I felt him press the bulbous head hard against my ass hole. I don't remember relaxing but Danny's cock passed the outer ring easily filling my ass with the largest cock that had ever been up there. 

I slipped two fingers into my pussy so I could feel his cock going up my ass. I don't know why but just then I wanted to have a cock in my mouth. I felt the need to have a cock in my mouth as I took this massive cock up my ass. I screamed out for Danny to drive it home and fuck my ass. 

I must have been too excited because that is when I passed out. I woke with Danny wiping my face with a cool cloth.

I was on my back with Danny sitting next to me. He said "Guess you've had enough for a while. Or was it my cock going up your choice ass that made you pass out?"

We somehow managed to take a shower together and go back to the kitchen for a glass of wine. Still naked we compliment each other on our sexual lust and physical qualities. 

Danny again told me how great a cocksucker I was and I told him he was a fantastic lover and had a lovely cock. 

Looking at it hanging limp I wondered if it really was as long and thick as I had first thought. After all it had been along time and I was so in need I may have missed judged it. But as time would show I had not misjudged it at all. In fact I may have under estimated its size. 

We took our wine back into the Den and talked like long time lovers. Danny told me of the many women he had enjoyed here in our fair city. I opened up and told Danny of the men I had allowed to join me in my bed and how Charlie down at the Riverside Lounge and motel let me use a room free if I gave him a blow job first. Charlie said his wife did not like to suck cock. I told Charlie she simply did not know what the fuck she was missing. 

Much to my surprise Danny told me he had seduced four other women near of even older than I am. One was of course Mrs. Barns. Danny said he had been over there several times and Mrs. Barns told him she was in love with him and wanted him all to herself. But Danny did not want be locked into just one woman. " 

Looking up for the first time Mrs. Stark saw the Judge had his rob lifted up and was jerking off. She could not see his cock but the way he was jerking she knew very well what he was doing. 

Mr. Boston was getting his cock sucked by the Court Recorder. She was a young chubby girl and she was fingering her pussy as she sucked him off.

There were people all over the court engaged in all kinds of sex. One old lady was taking on two men at the same time. The big tall black bailiff was behind her and a younger man that may have been a reporter was getting his cock sucked. 

The whole court had gone wild. Mrs. Stark looked around and saw Danny standing up looking at her. She left the stand and walked out of the court arm in arm with Danny. Together they laughed all the way home...

Bebe Evers Jones....



Jury Duty



"Tell me a little about yourself," the assistant district attorney asks.

"Well, I'm from Rosemont and have lived here all my life. I own my own landscaping business along with my dad and work for a friend of my family as a landscape architect. I'm not married and have no kids. My whole family lives close by except my brother who is away at college."

"Do you have any college degrees?"

"I have an bachelors in landscape design."

She asks me a few more personal questions and then starts in on things that may have to do with the case. I've heard all the questions before as I am the ninth person chosen to sit on the jury. It's my first time doing jury duty and it's not nearly as exciting as it is on television. But the prosecutor is hot enough to be on one of those shows. Not very tall at about five five, she has long, brown hair, a very pretty face and blue eyes behind some fashionable glasses. She seems to have a nice figure under her blouse and jacket. Her legs are nicely toned, at least from the knees down. She has a skirt that matches her jacket and is wearing what appear to be comfortable shoes rather than something stylish.

She finally finishes with my questions and moves on to the next juror. I really don't want to be here but don't see much of a way out. It's the middle of winter and business is slow this time of year, so I can't use that excuse. 

Once the prosecutor is done with her questions, the other attorney starts asking his questions. His are more about whether I think I can be partial, have I had bad experiences with this kind of crime, which is a gas station robbery. 

I've already been here most of the day. It becomes more frustrating when the defense attorney finishes and then releases three of the potential jurors, especially since I'm not one of them. Of course, they both have to ask the same questions of the three new people that have been chosen and when none of them are asked to leave I think we're done.

I glance over at the prosecutor and even she looks bored. That's when I learn they have to ask the same questions of one more person who is going to be the alternate. When will it end?

Once we are all chosen the judge gives us our instructions. We have to wear these badges that let everyone know we are jurors, even if we go out of the courthouse for lunch. We can't talk to anyone about the case. Not the other jurors, the lawyers, family or friends. No posting tweets or to Facebook or any other social media. He finally finishes and I think we are going to get a break when the judge instructs the prosecutor to give her opening statement. 

Basically we are hearing a case of a man that robbed a gas station of about two hundred bucks. There was no weapon involved and only a minor shoving incident when the employee tried to stop the robber.  She goes over how she will proceed with proving her case. Then the defense attorney goes over his case and how he will proceed. 

After he is done, the judge gives us a ten minute break and goes over how we can't discuss this case with anyone, no posting, no this and no that. We head out to the jury room. Nobody really says anything since we don't know one another. I take my book out of my pocket and begin to read. About fifteen minutes later we are called back in.

We hear testimony of the two employees that were in the store at the time of the robbery and they explain what happened. After the second employee we hear from the first officer to arrive at the scene. He tells us what he saw when he arrived and what the two employees told him. When he is done the judge releases us for the night. Before we leave, we are again given the same instructions, only this time he adds a few things about visiting the site of the crime or doing any research about it.

The next day I arrive early and head right to the jury room. There is one other person there, a man in his fifties. He's reading the paper and only looks up long enough to say hi. The rest of the jurors arrives and I check them out as we wait to be called. Of the thirteen jurors, there are eight men and five woman. Our ages range from my twenty five to the alternate juror who is probably in his sixties. Next to me sits a woman who is probably about thirty five or so. She is attractive but seems very conservative, wearing clothing that doesn't seem to be very flashy. Two of the woman are probably in their forties, one looks old enough to be a grandmother and the last woman is probably about thirty. Out of habit, I notice they each have a wedding ring except the woman next to me.

Nobody says anything till the woman next to me asks us what we thought of the whole jury process. That starts out some conversations as people laugh about how boring it was and about how many times we could each hear the same question.

We finally get called into the courtroom. The judge greets us and then gets things underway. The prosecution is still calling witnesses and I listen to each of them in turn. We hear from another of the police officers that responded to the call, his supervisor and then the lead detective. It's during his testimony that I notice the prosecutor holding her back slightly. She dressed similarly to how she was dressed the day before, wearing a woman's suit with a skirt.  Several more times during the day I notice her holding or rubbing her back. She is also slow to rise when she needs to get to her feet.

On my return from my lunch break, I get off the elevator on my floor and see someone stooping down, grabbing papers that she dropped. Without even thinking I go over to help. 

"Here, let me get those for you."

"Thank you," she says as she turns around. "Oh shit, you need to go right now."

I turn to her, ready with a sarcastic comment, till I realize she is the prosecuting attorney. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize who you were."

"Just go."

Fuck. Now I had to wonder if I was going to get into trouble. As I walk away, I say over my shoulder, "When you get home, take a shower and alternate between cold and hot every few minutes. It'll help your back." Then I walk through the door.

I'm in my own world as the rest of the jurors come back from lunch. I'm nervous as hell when we are called back into the courtroom. I take a quick look at the prosecutor, but she is looking down at some papers.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, there was an incident that was brought to my attention that we need to deal with before we can continue." Oh shit, I'm in trouble. "Juror number nine, will you please stand." It takes me a moment before I realize that he is talking to me. "Juror number nine, can you please tell me what happened outside near the elevators?"

Fuck, I think to myself. "Yes sir. When I got off the elevator after lunch I saw someone kneeling down trying to gather some papers she had dropped. I went over to help before I realized it was one of the lawyers for this case." Everyone knew who I was talking about, but I was nervous and couldn't think of the right thing to call her. "I offered to help and I guess she saw my badge and told me I needed to leave. I looked at her and saw who it was and immediately walked away."

"And did you say anything to her?"

I felt my face turn red. "Yes sir."

"What did you say?"

"Well, I had noticed she was holding her back several times this morning and I learned an trick from my dad who's had back problems for a while. I told her to take a shower and switch from hot to cold every few minutes. Then I walked through the door."

"You may have a seat."

"Thank you sir."

I'm sweating bullets waiting to get hauled out of the courtroom. "I will ask the juror to return to the jury room and wait for further instructions." He then went over the usual list of rules before dismissing us.

I can feel everyones eyes on me as we wait to go back to the courtroom. "Does that really work?" one of the guys asks.

"Excuse me?"

"The shower thing."

"Oh, yeah. Whenever I have sore muscles after a workout I do that. It always helps me feel better."

"I'll have to try that."

"Same here," says the school teacher. Several more people agree and then we are called back in.

"Juror number nine, will you stand please?" I take a deep breath and rise. "It doesn't seem as if you've done anything wrong, but I had to check before we could proceed. You will not be asked to leave, but please be more careful. I do appreciate that you were trying to help and the court recognizes that. You may be seated."

"Thank you sir." I take my seat and look quickly at the prosecutor. She is watching me, but doesn't do anything more.

The rest of the day goes quite slowly as we listen to more testimony. The next day we are told that we will be delayed about an hour, so I grab my book and start reading. Half of the other jurors go down to the cafeteria for coffee or breakfast or just to get out of the room. 

"Hey, man, thanks for that advice yesterday. Sitting all day gives me a back ache. I tried that shower thing and it worked great."

"Glad I could help."

"So, you think we'll be done by today?"

"I hope so. I can't take much more of this. It was interesting at first, but now it's just downright boring."

"I hear that. That lady lawyer is certainly nice to look at though."

I chuckle. "Yeah, she's pretty easy on the eyes."

"I bet you get her out of the courtroom and she's a real animal."

I just shake my head and go back to my book.

Eventually we are called back to the courtroom and endure another few hours of testimony about fingerprinting and other tests that were run to help identify the suspect. The prosecution rests just before lunch and the defense says they have no witnesses to call. The judge dismisses us for lunch, giving us our usual speech about what not to say and what not to do.

Several of the jurors get together for lunch and I decide to join them. The two younger ladies are with us as is a guy who talks non-stop. The woman laugh at his comments as he talks about fashion. The other guy with us is a farmer and he continually rolls his eyes at the guys comments. I don't blame him. 

"You're awfully quiet," Linda whispers to me. Linda is the thirty five year old woman. Today she is wearing one of those pant suits that does not flatter her very much. The pants are kind of loose and make her look flabby while the jacket seems to be quite large on her. 

"It's hard to compete with him."

"True. But you haven't said much all week."

"I just feel uncomfortable. I don't say very much outside of my comfort zone."

"Well, what do you do?"

"I'm a landscaper. Right now I'm working for my dad's company, but I expect to take over the business at some point. I just have to learn the ropes. What about you?"

"I'm a fifth grade teacher."

"That's nice. You like what you do?"

"I love it. I've been teaching for about fifteen years now. Except for a break when I had my kids."

"How many kids do you have?"

"Two. A boy who's thirteen and a daughter that is eleven."

"Pretty close together."

"Yeah. My ex-husband and I wanted a family pretty quick."

"Ex-husband?"

"Yeah. A few years ago he decided he wanted someone a little younger and a little more wild so he started sleeping with a twenty year old. Caught him in the act when I tried to surprise him at his office."

"Oops." 

"Yeah, in a big way. What about you?"

"In between at the moment."

"A guy that looks like you probably has woman throwing themselves at you."

"I wish it were that easy."

A laugh from the group draws us back into the conversation. After lunch we all head back to the juror's room. We wait only a few minutes before we are called into the courtroom. The judge informs us that it is time for the closing arguments and that the prosecution will go first.

She is wearing her usual outfit of a woman's suit with skirt that covers down to her knees. There is something kind of sexy about the outfit. Her closing arguments last about half an hour. She basically reviews all the testimony, pointing out what she feels are the key points to prove that the suspect is guilty. When she is done, the defense attorney has his turn. His arguments are much shorter and point out minor details that should allow us to give a not guilty verdict. When he is done it is the judges turn to give us instructions.

The judge reads from a document telling us the different verdicts we can rule on. He lists them from the highest to the lowest and ends that if we can't decide on one of the verdicts, we can also rule not guilty. He speaks for about thirty minutes before he dismisses us.

Back in the juror's room we begin to talk. It takes us about fifteen minutes to decide on our head juror. The man we've chosen has been mostly quiet throughout the hearing. This is his second time on a jury, so we figure he may know what to do.

The farmer speaks out first and declares that the man is guilty and that we should all vote along with him. I agree, but decide not to say anything just yet. It seems that we all agree to his guilt. It's just the level of guilt that is the problem. The encounter wasn't exactly violent. The cashier grabbed the guys arm and the guy pushed the cashier away in his attempt to escape. We seem to be caught up as to whether this is truly violence or not. Most of us are in agreement, but there are three people that don't feel so confident. Time passes and we have one of the three agreed to the higher charge. One of the two remaining is the guy, Jim, who did all the talking during lunch. He just doesn't feel that the level of violence was enough to convict the higher charge.

About an hour later we are all in agreement. Jim is the last hold out, but finally agrees with us. It's my argument that sways him. I asked him if he would be afraid if someone came into a place he worked and tried to steal money. At first he argues that the cashier fought back, but I finally convinced him that it had nothing to do with fighting back. I admitted that I'd be afraid and would hopefully fight too. A few minutes later he agrees and we take one final vote. 

After letting the judge know we have reached a verdict, we are called back to the courtroom. The verdict is read and I feel a real relief as I think we are about to be released. Sadly, I am wrong. We need to come back the following morning. None of us understands why since we already given the verdict.

Instead of heading home I head to a bar around the corner. As I drink my beer I hear someone walk up beside me. I turn to see Linda. "Hey there," I say to her.

"Hey to you too. Not ready to go home?"

"Nah. I just needed a quick drink. What about you? Aren't your kids expecting you?"

"No, it's my ex husband's night with them. He gets them every other weekend and once during the week."

"And you get a night off."

"Yeah. Especially since I don't have papers to grade. I came in here for a bite to eat and saw you at the bar. Care to join me?"

"Sure, as long as you don't talk about the case."

"Oh, that's the last thing I want to talk about."

"Can I buy you a drink at least?"

"That would be nice. Thank you."

She orders a white wine and we go find a table. I find out she is thirty eight and has been divorced for two years. She tells me all about the divorce and I begin to think this was a mistake. She suddenly stops talking and excuses herself. I start to think how I can get out of this but am trapped because we've already ordered our food. When she comes back she removes her jacket and sits down.

I'm ready for her to start talking about her ex but she surprises by asking me some questions. The evening gets much better as she avoids talking about her marriage and we discuss things like football and some movies we both like. 

She orders a second wine and starts to really loosen up. After excusing herself again I sit back and realize that I am starting to enjoy myself. When Linda comes back to the table I notice a couple of extra buttons are loose on her blouse. 

We talk for a while more before she says she needs to get home. "What's the rush? You don't have any kids to be home for."

"I know, but my usual bedtime is about nine thirty. Add a couple of glasses of wine and it will probably be a bit earlier."

"Well, we can walk together since we are parked in the same place."

She looks at me cautiously. "How do you know that?"

"Um, because aren't you parked in the jurors lot?"

She blushes. "Sorry, I forgot about that." 

"Besides, I don't think you should walk by yourself. Are you sure you're ok to drive?"

"I'm fine. I don't even have a buzz."

We walk over to the garage where our cars are parked together. It's pretty dark out by now and she walks rather close to me. 

"I hope your not one of those guys that would take advantage of a woman."

"That all depends on the woman."

"I doubt a twenty something year old guy that looks like you would have to force himself on an almost forty year old that looks like me."

"What's wrong with your looks?"

"Well, I'm not exactly in my prime."

"I think you look great. You could dress a bit nicer, but otherwise I think you look great."

We enter the garage and it is pretty empty. "I am glad you are walking with me. I don't feel very safe in here."

"It is pretty spooky."

"What did you mean by dressing nicer?"

Damn, I think to myself. "Well, your pants are kind of baggy and your jacket is too big for you. It's like you're trying to hide or something."

"Maybe I am. I'm not exactly going to turn heads with my body."

"What's wrong with your body?"

"What isn't wrong? My boobs sag and my tummy is flabby. My ass is definitely is big and not in a good way. Raising two kids on my own after a day of teaching kids doesn't exactly leave me time to exercise much. Usually I'm so tired I barely have enough energy to go to bed. I have every other weekend off, but I spend most of that time sleeping and cleaning the house."

"You just need to get out more."

She laughs. "This is the closest thing I've had to a date in almost six months. Oh, that's my car over there."

"Good. I'm parked not too far away." I point to the pickup a row over. I walk her over to her car and she digs her keys out of her purse. 

"Thank you for a nice night. I had a good time, especially when I stopped talking about my ex."

"That was putting a damper on things. I had a good time too. See you tomorrow."

I start to walk to my car when Linda calls to me. "Hey, it is kind of early. Would you be interested in coming to my place for a drink?"

I look around for a moment. "Sure, I'd like that."

"Good. Let me give you my address just in case we get separated. Do you have GPS?"

"Yeah."

She writes down her address on a piece of paper along with her number. "Call me if you have any problems. But you can follow me too. It's not all that far."

I check the address and see it's on the other side of town from where I live. "I know this place. I've done some work in that area."

"Ok, I'll see you at my place."

I don't have any problem following her since the roads are pretty empty and twenty minutes later we pull into her driveway. She has a very nice house big house at the end of a court. 

"Please ignore the mess. I don't have a lot of time to take care of things."

"No problem."

She unlocks the door and lets me in first. We walk back to the kitchen where she drops her purse and hangs her keys. It's a very nice kitchen, but a bit on the messy side. "It's always like this by mid week. That's why I spend all weekend cleaning."

"This isn't so bad. It's better than my place."

"Would you like a drink? I've got some beer and wine, but not much else."

"A beer would be great, thanks." I walk into the family room and look at the pictures she has hanging on the wall. They are all of her kids. "You have nice looking kids."




Jury Duty



"Thanks," she says from behind. I turn around and she hands me a beer. She has a glass of wine for herself. "Would you mind if I change into something more comfortable?"

"Not at all."

"Thanks. I won't be long."

I walk around the house a little, looking at pictures. I find one of her at the beach with her kids. She is wearing a plain, one piece suit that is not very flattering. I notice several other pictures where she is also dressed rather plain. "Boy, this woman needs a make over," I think to myself. "I bet she'd be a knockout with some help."

As I walk back into the family room, Linda returns. She's wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants and I wonder if she's ready for bed. As she walks into the room, I notice some movement under her shirt and wonder if she's wearing a bra. We talk for a while and I begin to realize that nothing is going to happen. She's just lonely and wants someone to talk with. When I finish my beer I try to excuse myself saying that I should get home since we have to be at court.

Her smile fades when she realizes I'm leaving. "Oh, I understand." She looks disappointed and I feel confused. One moment it seems she wants something and the next she acts as if she doesn't. "It's not too late, but I understand."

"Well, maybe one more beer."

She smiles and goes into the kitchen to get another beer and to refill her wine. This time she sits on the couch next to me as we talk. 

"So, is your ex still with his young woman?"

She laughs. "No, she dumped him about a week later. Apparently he wasn't enough fun."

"You must have had fun with that."

"At first. But we still got divorced and he's been dating a lot while I'm stuck at home with the kids."

"Maybe you just need to go out more. I mean, it's not like you couldn't get a guy pretty easily."

"You think it's that easy for a woman my age to find a man?"

"Please. Put on some sexy clothes and the guys will be falling all over themselves."

"I don't do sexy very well. Don't have the body for it."

"You think guys care? Put on a push up bra, short skirt and some heels. Once you have them home and they know they will get laid, they won't care about the saggy boobs. They'll just be happy they are seeing boobs."

"Sounds like you know this from experience."

I decide to have some fun. "If you came down here in a robe and flashed some skin instead of a loose t-shirt and sweats I wouldn't want to leave. You look like you're ready for bed".

"I'm not very comfortable like that."

"Have you ever tried?"

"When I was younger and things were in their right place."

"Who are you trying to attract? Teenage boys or men? My parents have been divorced for ten years. My dad wouldn't care if your boobs are saggy. Show him some cleavage and he'll buy you drinks all night."

She stops to think about that for a while. "Maybe you're right. But I'd feel like such a slut."

"Well, I guess that depends on why you're out in the first place. Are you looking to get laid or married?"

"Holy crap. This conversation is taking an interesting turn. To be honest, it's been close to two years since I've gotten laid."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. And that was with my ex.  He made a booty call one night. I'd had some wine and he dropped the kids off. We started talking and the next thing I knew we were in bed. I felt like such a fool the next day though."

"You really need to get out more."

"So, let me ask you this then. If you had the chance, what would you have me wearing right now?"

"Depends on what you want?"

She licks her lips nervously. "Say I want to get you to make a move."

"Definitely not that. A bathrobe with nothing underneath. Loose enough to show me skin or side boob action. Definitely not what you're wearing now."

I can see her thinking about that. "Ok, give me a second."

She heads upstairs. I think about following her, but decide to play this out. I begin to wonder what her plan is. She seems to be upstairs for a while and I wonder if she's coming back down. I stand up and walk around the room, looking at her collection of books. They are mostly kids books on the lower shelves. On the top shelf, I find a few romance novels. I grab one and leaf through the pages. I stop when I come to a part that is talking about an older woman seducing a younger man. I wonder if she's read this because it would give her a few ideas.

I finally hear her come back down the stairs. She is now wearing a silk robe that comes to her knees. It's tied at her waist. When she walks towards me, I see that the top is loose and I can see between her breasts. "Is this better?"

"Much."

She notices the book in my hands and blushes. 

"You should read this one. I'm reading about how an older woman seduces a younger man."

"It's just a story. Besides, that woman looks nothing like me."

"You are really caught up on how you look."

"When your husband of over ten years has an affair with a much younger girl because she looks better, a woman's confidence doesn't do too well."

I just stare at her for a moment. "Well, I think you look fantastic. Besides, I've always read that sex with an older woman is much better than with someone younger."

"Yeah, I think that's an old wives tale told by old wives to make them feel better."

I realize that I will need to be aggressive, but not too aggressive. She obviously wants to have sex, but I'm going to have to push a little. I step close to her and reach out to pull on her belt. It loosens and she grabs the robe to keep it from opening.

"Let go of the robe," I tell her sternly. She hesitates for a moment before letting go. I pull the robe open and stare at her body. She is not nearly as bad as she thinks. Her boobs are maybe a large B with big aureole. They droop a little, but not as much as she claims. While her stomach isn't exactly flat, she is far from fat. Her bush could use a bit of a trim. 

"I like your body."

"You're just saying that because you have to."

"Why do I have to?"

"To get laid."

"I'm pretty sure I'm getting laid anyway."

Again she licks her lips.

I push the robe off her shoulders and kiss her. She is hesitant at first till I wrap my arm around her. She only relaxes a little.

"You need to relax. Have some fun. You're going to enjoy this a lot more if you relax."

I kiss her again and this time she responds. She's is still quite tense though. I grab her ass and pull her against my crotch. Her ass is quite soft, but I ignore that. I bring one hand up to her tit and grope her till I feel her nipple start to harden. I also have a firm grip on her ass.

I push her back till she is in front of the chair. "Sit down," I instruct. She sits with her legs crossed and her arms across her chest. "Do you maturbate while you read your books?"

I remove my shirt while I wait for her answer.

"Yes."

"With your hand or do you have some toys."

"My hand."

"Show me," I order her.

"I can't. It's too embarrassing." I sigh as I think of a different tactic.

"Do you cum from touching yourself?"

"Sometimes."

"But not always."

"No."

"Did you ex make you cum when he fucks you?"

She turns bright red. "Sometimes."

"But he always came, right?"

"Yes."

I kneel down in front of her and spread her legs. Her pussy is glistening with moisture. "Did he ever do this to you?" I lean over and lick her pussy from bottom to top. She moans as I lick across her clit.

"No."

I lick her again and again, causing her to moan louder. I step away and say, "Touch yourself like you do when you read that book."

She stares at me for a while and slowly moves her hand to her pussy. With her middle finger she slowly rubs her clit. 

"Come on, is that all you do? Just rub your clit a little?"

"Mostly."

"And that gets you off?" I can tell she's wondering if she made a mistake. 

"No. not usually."

"So you just play with your clit and then go to sleep? Must be frustrating."

Some tears appear in her eyes, but I notice she does not stop rubbing her clit. As a matter of fact, she is now using two fingers and rubbing harder.

"Do you ever use toys or do you just rub a little?"

"I've never used a toy before."

"Not even a vibrator or anything?"

"No." 

"How about a shower head? Ever use that?" I crawl just a few inches from her pussy. I can smell her musty scent and her arousal increases. She blushes when I mention the shower head. "Does the shower head get you off?" I'm being slightly vulgar on purpose. It seems to have an affect on her.

"Yes." 

"I bet you take a lot of showers then."

She smiles at me as she continues to rub herself.

I move her hand and replace it with my tongue. With just the tip I press against her clit causing her to moan some more. Her flavor is a bit tart, but not too bad. 

"Does that feel better than your fingers?" I ask. 

"Yes," she moans.

"Better than the shower head?"

"Just different."

"But you like it."

"Uh huh." Her eyes are closed and her hips start to thrust against my tongue.

"Think I can make you cum with my tongue?"

"If you keep doing that." Her skin turns slightly pink. 

"Do you want me to make you cum?"

"Please," she begs. Her hips are moving more and I notice the flush has moved down towards her pussy

I slow my movement with my tongue. "Ask me."

"Please make me cum," she says politely.

"How do you want me to get you off?"

"With your tongue," she pants. Her breathing starts to get faster and her stomach starts to flutter.

"Is that the best you can do?"

"Please make me cum with your tongue."

"I think you can do better." I slow down my licking.

"Oh please, lick me till I cum."

"Lick what?"

"Please, lick my pussy till I cum."

I increase my tongue pressure and she squeals. "You want me to lick you pussy and make you cum on my face?"

"Oh yes." Her hips start to thrust even faster.

"You want me to fuck your cunt with my tongue till you squirt all over my face."

"Yes," she screams. 

"Say it."

"Oh, fuck my cunt with your tongue. I want to cum all over your face," she says. She is holding onto the arms of the chair and pushing her pussy against my face.  

I push harder on her clit and she roars as an orgasm erupts from her body. Her juices flood my mouth and drip down my chin. Her head is thrown back and her knuckles are white from squeezing the chair so hard. Her hips thrash around, her ass is off the chair. She suddenly screams as all the tension goes out of her body and she slumps back to the chair.

I continue to lick till she pushes me away. I sit back and watch her. She is panting and I can almost see her heart thumping in her chest. My cock is rock hard and pressing against the front of my pants. She is still sitting with her legs spread wide and I watch as a small river of fluid runs out of her pussy. 

I unbuckle my belt and unbutton my pants. Her head is still back and her eyes are closed. I push my pants and underwear down and step out of them.

"Still looking to get laid?" I ask her.

Slowly she lifts her head and looks at me. Her eyes go lower till she gets to my cock and they go wide. My hard, eight inch cock sticks out from my body. It's not the length though that has her wide eyed. It's the girth. I am holding it in my right hand and can't close my fingers around it. As a matter of fact, I barely have half of it between my fingers.

She continues to stare at me, her legs still spread apart. "Come here," I tell her. She slowly rises and walk over to me. I look around the room and decide the coffee table would be a good place. "Turn around and bend over. Put your hands on the coffee table and spread your legs."

She licks her lips nervously, but obeys me. "Look at me." She starts to turn around so I tell her, "keep you hands on the table and look at me over your shoulder."

Again she obeys. I step behind her and roughly rub her pussy. "Reach between your legs and spread your pussy open for me." She uses both hands to pull her lips apart. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me."

I slap her as and she squeals. "Is that really the best you can do?" I realize I'm pushing the line now, but I don't care anymore.

"Fuck my pussy with your big fat cock."

"That's much better." I step forward and aim for her wet pussy. I figure she's going to be pretty tight, not having had sex in a while, but I am surprised when I slide into her and she is so wet. I push forward some more till a quarter of my cock is inside of her. "I'd recommend holding the table again. You said you wanted to get laid and I'm ready to oblige." 

I continue to push into her and I feel her brace against the table. Once I'm completely buried inside of her, I grab her hips and start to thrust. I start slowly but build up quite a bit of speed quickly. As I thrust, I pull her back against me. Soon the room is echoing our slapping noises and her grunts.

"You like this?"

"Oh yes.  I like it a lot."

"Are you going to cum again?"

"Yes."

I slap her ass rather roughly and she grunts. I slap her other cheek and she grunts again. 

"You like getting fucked, don't you."

"Yes," she screams.

"You like having a big fat cock shoved up your cunt."

"Yes."

"You want me to cum in your pussy?"

"Uh huh," she grunts.

"You want to feel my hot cream splashing against the walls of you cunt?"

"Yes."

I slap her ass hard. "Say it."

"Oh fuck, fill my cunt with your cream. I want to feel your hot seed pouring into my pussy."

"Good girl." I reach forward and grab a handful of hair and pull her head back. "Did your ex ever fuck you like this?"

"No."

"Did you want him to?"

"I never thought about it."

"But you like it now, don't you."

"Yes," she groans.

I pull her hair harder. I can feel my orgasm fast approaching. "I'm going to fuck your cunt and cum all over it. Do you have a problem with that?"

"No. Do it. Fuck my pussy. Fill it with cum. Oh fuck. Keep fucking me," she wails. "Don't stop."

"Good, because here it comes." I thrust harder, slamming my hips into her ass. "Oh fuck," I roar as the first jet of cum shoot out of my cock. I yank on her hair as the next jet fills her. She screams and I feel her pussy contract around my cock. I thrust again, shooting another load against her pussy. I can feel the heat of my cum as it fills her up. 

My orgasm finally passes but I give her one more sloppy thrust before I pull out of her. She drops to her knees, her upper body on the table. I take a seat behind her and watch as my cum slowly drips from her pussy. 

"Come over here I order."

She slowly turns around and crawls over to me. Her tits sway beneath her. Her face and hair are a mess. She is coated with sweat.

"Was that what you needed?"

"Yes," she says meekly.

"You liked getting fucked like that." I continue to play the game with her.

"Yes." 

"You want some more of that, don't you?"

"Yes," she says with a smile.

"You like being a little slut."

Her smile slips away and I realize that I've gone too far. "Yes," she says, surprising me.

I smile back at her. She looks like she's about to fall asleep. I look around the room. "You may need to clean up a little before your kids get home."

She looks at the chair and the floor. "I'll take care of it."

I stand up and help her to her feet. Her legs are still a bit weak so I help her to her room. She has a nice big bed and I help her over to it. She sits on the edge and falls back onto the bed. I shake my head and pull the blanket back, then help her beneath the covers.

"Maybe next time your kids are away, we can continue."

"I'd like that," she says sleepily.

I kiss her on the forehead and make my way downstairs. I head home, shower and get into my own bed.

The next morning I arrive at the courthouse about thirty minutes early. "Good morning, Mark."

I turn towards the voice to see Linda approaching. She's dressed a bit nicer than usual. "Hey yourself. How'd you sleep?"

"Best night of sleep I've had in years. And you?"

"Like a baby."

"Thanks for putting me to bed. A little too much wine and all that fun must have been too much for me."

"I'm glad you had a good time."

"I did. Maybe we can do it again sometime. I tried to call you this morning to tell you, but I don't have your number."

I reach into my pocket and pull out a card. "That's my personal phone, so just call anytime."

"Thanks." We walk into the courthouse and get through security. "You're not going to say anything to anyone, are you?"

"Why would I do that?"

"Sorry. Guess I'm being a little paranoid."

"You're secret is safe with me."

"Thank you." She sounds relieved. When we get out of the eleveator, Jim, sees us and walks over. 

"Good morning," he says cheerfully.

"Good morning to you too," Linda replies.

"Hm, something is different about you?" Jim checks Linda out as we walk to the juror's room. "You got laid last night. Good for you."

Linda blushes and tries to speak. "Now that you mention it, Jim, she is looking a bit more relaxed. Hope you had a good time."

Linda stammers a bit and when Jim turns to her I mouth "Relax and go with it."

"I can't believe you can tell that."

"Good for you. You looked like you could really use a good night."

"Thanks, I guess." 

We all take our seats and then discuss why we think we have to be back here. Not too long after we are called into the courtroom. Once everyone settles down the judge turns to us. 

"Ladies and gentleman of the jury. I want to personally thank you for your service this week. What you have done is a great service to this courtroom. You have reached your verdict and now it is time for sentencing. The reason I have called you back this morning is that sometimes at this phase we need you to listen to testimony to determine the proper sentence. I am sorry to tell you that you will not be needed today and that your service is officially over. I am sorry if I have wasted your time, but it was necessary. You will be paid for a full day of service, however, and I hope that in some small way makes things better. You are welcome to stay around for the sentencing if you are interested, but as I have said, your service is now complete. You may hand the bailiff your badge and notebook. From this point on, you are now free to discuss this case with whoever you desire. All restrictions are over. Once again, thank you for your service this week. You are dismissed."

We all stand and make our way out of the jury box, hand over out badges and exit the courtroom. 

"Are you going to stick around?" Linda asks me. 

"I don't think so."

"Oh, come on. It should be interesting," Jim says. 

"Yeah, stay," Linda adds.

A few of the other jurors decide to stay. Since I have nothing else going on I decide to join them.

"Sure, why not."

We all enter the courtroom through the side door and quietly take our seats. Once I hear what is being said, I'm glad I decided to stick around. It turns out this guy has been doing this type of thing for over twenty years. He's already been in jail twice and he is currently in jail for other crimes he committed around the same time as our the crime we just heard. I just shake my head as they discuss his history. He winds up getting twelve years in jail. 

Most of the other jurors decide to leave, but there are still five of us left. Once everything is wrapped up, the prosecutor comes over to talk with us. She walks over and looks at me. 

"I want to thank you for your advice about the shower. It really helped.

I'm a bit embarrassed. "You're welcome."

"I had hurt it this past weekend doing yard work and was feeling really bad yesterday."

"I'm glad you're feeling better."

"Thanks."

"Well, you two should talk more. He's a landscaper, so maybe he can help you out there," Jim tells her.




Jury Duty



She looks at me and I just roll my eyes. "I should get your card then."

"I've got a few handy." I reach into my pocket and pull several out. I give one to the attorney and one to each of the other jurors. Linda smiles as she put hers in her purse.

We discuss the case for a while before she excuses herself. 

"Well, that was interesting," Jim says. "Guess we made the right decision about that guy."

"Yeah, I guess we did."

"Is anybody interested in getting some lunch?"

"Sure," I respond. Linda and one of the other girls agree. 

We decide to go to the restaurant down the street where Linda and I met. Linda has a strange smile on her face as we walk through the door. Jim and the other lady, Gail, head to the bathroom. 

"Feels a little weird being here," Linda tells me.

"Well, I should tell you, Jim was right. You do look better today."

"I looked that bad and yet you still came home with me yesterday."

"Yes I did."

"I'd like a repeat, but I can't today."

"You have my number. Call me anytime."

Gail comes back to the table and sits. Gail is an older woman, probably in her fifties. We enjoy lunch and talk about the case. We are all in agreement that hearing the information about his other crimes was interesting. Then we discuss some of our personal lives. Nothing too deep, just something to pass the time.

After lunch we say our good byes and the other three leave. I decide to hang out for a while and have a beer. The weather is supposed to get bad and pretty soon I won't have the luxury to just sit around. Once the weather starts to get nice, business will pick up and I'll be running all over town. I take a seat at the bar and watch a little tv. 

It's a little after one and the place starts to fill up. I look around but don't see anyone very interesting, so I sit at a corner table out of the way and pull my book out. I'm completely engrossed in my book when I sense someone walk up to me.

"Hi."

I look up to see the prosecutor for the case.

"Hi to you too."

"Do you always come to bars to read books?"

"I can't think of a better place."

She gives me a look like I'm crazy. "Ever hear of a library," she says with a grin.

"Can't drink beer at the library," I respond, holding up my mostly empty glass.

"Ah, now that is a good point. Mind if I buy you another? As a way of saying thank you for the advice."

"Sure. Care to join me?"

"Thanks." She take off her jacket and takes the seat across from me. "By the way, my name is Joy. What about you? Unless you want me to just call you juror nine."

"You can call me nine for short." She laughs at my lame joke. "The name is Mark and it's nice to meet you."

The waitress comes over and Joy orders two beers.

"Should you be drinking while your working?"

"I'm done for the day. My boss let me leave early since I won my case."

"That was nice of him."

"Yeah. Of course, tomorrow I'll get another set of cases on top of the ones that I still have to work on, but I could really use a break. Have you eaten yet?"

"I just did."

"Do you mind if I eat something? I'm starving."

"Go right ahead."

The waitress returns with our drinks and Joy places an order for a salad.

"Excuse me, I just need to use the little girl's room."

"Sure."

As she walks away I check out her ass. It's hard to tell under the skirt she's wearing, but my guess is that it is quite an ass. And she knows how to shake it. As she passes a table of other woman, one of them gives her the thumbs up. Joy smiles at her and looks at me over her shoulder. 

I go back to my book while I wait and don't notice when she returns till she sits down.

"Must be a good book."

"Yeah. I like the adventures."

"Me too. He's one of my favorite authors."

"Really. Which is your favorite book from the series?"

"I pretty much like them all. Although the last few are beginning to get repetitive. I mean, how many times can a guy save the world."

"Nicely done."

"You didn't think I read those, did you?"

"To be honest, not really."

We talk and get to know each other. I find out that she is twenty nine and was a military brat growing up. She went to State College and liked the area so much she stayed. She's been working for the district attorney's office for two years. 

One of her friends comes over to tell her that she and the other girls are leaving. Joy introduces me and then she leaves. She pats Joy on the back as she walks away and then another girl comes over and pulls Joy away. This girl is a tall, dark skinned beauty. They talk for a moment and the other girl gives Joy a hug before she leaves.

"Sorry about that. She was just looking out for me."

"Is she afraid I'm going to hurt you?"

"Something like that. She also likes your eyes."

"Tell her I said thank you and that I won't hurt you."

"I told her I'd be ok. Do you have plans for the rest of the day?"

"Nope. In about a month things are going to start getting busy, so I'm just going to enjoy the day." I look out the window and notice it is getting dark. "Although it seems that the weather report was right."

"Damn. I was hoping to go for a run."

"With a bad back?"

"Well, I need it. Lots of energy to burn off."

"Running is the worst thing you can do."

"Are you a doctor or something?"

"No, but I used to play a lot of sports and learned a thing or two. I also do karate and a few other martial arts and have had my share of injuries."

"Well, what would you recommend, Doc?"

I'm not sure I like her tone. "You know what, I'm not a doctor, so I shouldn't give any advice. Thanks for the drink."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way. I was only kidding. Please don't leave."

"I should be going anyway. I have a few things to do around my place."

She really does look upset that I'm leaving but doesn't do anything to stop me. As I reach the door my phone rings. I pull it out of my pocket and see a text from a number I don't recognize. It reads, 'don't go'.

I turn around and see her holding her phone and looking at me. My phone chimes again. 'Please.'

I look towards the door but decide to stay.

"Thank you."

"What's the deal with you?"

"I'm not very good at expressing myself sometimes. My father was high ranking ni the military and very strict and my mom lived in his shadow. Neither of them showed a lot of emotion towards me, my brother or sister. I really meant that as a joke. I just didn't get it across very well."

"Apology accepted. But I am curious why you are so interested in me."

"Seriously? Big shoulders, blue eyes, wild hair. What girl wouldn't be?"

I look at her carefully, trying to determine if she's serious. "You want to get out of here?"

"I thought you'd never ask." 

She pays the bill and we leave. The weather really has turned bad. 

"We should get under cover pretty quick. Where are you parked?" I ask her.

"Right across the street, under the courthouse. You're in the jurors lot?"

"Yeah."

"Let's go to my car and I can drive you over to your car. Or we can drive together."

It starts to rain just as we cross the street. She tries to run, but her high heels make it difficult, so I pick her up and carry her into the courthouse. 

"Holy shit, warn me next time." 

"Sorry, just reacted. I didn't want you to get drenched."

She leads me down a flight of steps and into the underground parking. "That's my car over there." She points to a little red sports car and we walk over to it. She tosses her jacket, purse and sports coat into the trunk and gets into the car with me.

"What would you like to do?" I ask.

Her blouse has opened a bit and I can see the white lacy bra underneath. Her tit looks quite nice from my viewpoint.

"I don't know. I didn't plan for this."

"How about a movie?" I aks.

"Nah. I don't think sitting in a dark theater with someone I just met is very productive."

"Well, the weather rules out a few ideas I'd try."

"Let's go back to my place so that I can change into something more comfortable. We can toss ideas while I drive."

"How far are you from here?"

"Only about fifteen minutes."

"Then drive on m'lady."

We each toss out a few ideas, but none of them really sound appealing. The weather worsens and she drives very carefully.

"Boy, that really sucks," I say.

"No kidding. I've got some games we can play till this blows over."

"Sounds good to me." She shuts the garage and leads me into the house. 

"I have to warn you, this place is a mess. I don't really spend much time here other than to sleep and prepare for my cases."

She's not kidding. It's not as if the house is dirty, there are just books and files all over the place. 

"I need to change. Make yourself comfortable, but please don't touch anything. It may look messy, but I have it all set up my own way. I have some beer in the fridge. Help yourself and get one for me too, please."

I open the fridge door and see beer and a few other items. It's more bare than mine, and that's only because I wasn't able to get to the store yet. I look around the kitchen and notice the pantry is pretty bare as well. What does she do for food?

I go into what I assume is her family room. There are books all over the place, no tv, a small radio and a treadmill.

"That feels better," she says as she comes back downstairs. I turn around and see her wearing a t-shirt that is fairly tight and shows off a nice set of tits and sweatpants. Her hair is tied back in a pony tail. "I'm sorry about this. I don't usually get much company."

"You definitely keep things to a minimum."

"Yeah, I don't get a lot of time to myself."

"I noticed you don't keep much food in the house."

"I'm not here that much. I spend all week at the courthouse."

"What about weekends?"

"I usually pick up a few things that I know I'll need on Friday. I'm single and don't spend much time here except to sleep and work."

"Sounds like a fun life."

"Yeah, well, I guess that's why my friends encouraged me to go talk to you."

"Is that what the thumbs up was about?"

"You saw that?" She looks embarrassed.

"Yeah."

"They are just trying to be supportive."

"They don't think you can get someone yourself?"

"It's not that. Up till about six months ago I was engaged. We broke it off and I kind of dove into my work. You're my first date since. If you can call this a date."

"You lived here together?"

"Yup. He took the tv, stereo, and a bunch of other things. I just haven't bought new things yet."

"So what do you do for fun?"

She looks around the room at the piles of books and files. "This."

"That's crazy, you know that?"

"Yeah, well, that's why they did what they did. We went out to lunch and the girl that gave me the hug noticed you sitting there. She thought you were pretty hot. I realized who you were and told her about the incident outside the courtroom and she wouldn't stop bugging me till I went over to say hi."

"And how's that working for you?"

"Pretty well. You're back here with me and not out with her."

"What's that mean?"

"She's a bit wild and told me if I didn't make a move, she would."

"And I would have just gone with her, is that it?"

"Most guys do."

"She's pretty hot."

"She's also a bit of a slut, but that's her business."

"And you?"

"And me what?"

"Are you a slut?"

She blushes at the question. "No. I've never gone after a guy before."

"I don't think you'd have to work very hard. You're very pretty."

She smiles. "But not hot."

"No, I think you're pretty hot too. I like your eyes."

"Thank you." She stares at me before shaking her head. "Would you like to play some cards?"

"Sure."

She reaches into a drawer and pulls out a deck. "So, what about you?"

"What about me?"

"Are you a slut?"

"Can a guy be a slut?"

"Do you sleep around?" she asks as she deals the cards. "Do you know rummy?"

"Sure." She waits till I answer her question. "I guess I could be considered a slut then."

She doesn't say anything as we look at the cards. We play a few hands and she wins most of them. "You're not very good at this, are you?"

"It's only cards. Most of it is luck."

"True."

"Care to make it interesting?" I decide if I'm going to see her naked, I'd have to move things along. She didn't get scared off by my slut comment, so I assume she doesn't mind.

"How so?"

"Loser takes off an item of clothing." She blushes immediately and licks her lips nervously. "That is why I'm here, isn't it? To see you naked?"

Her eyes go wide and she licks her lips again. "How do you figure?"

"Just a guess."

"My friends decided that I need to have some fun. They've been pushing me for a few weeks. My mourning period is over they tell me."

"It has been six months."

"We've been together since college and were supposed to get married this spring. Suddenly he decided he didn't want to be with me. It hasn't been easy. But you probably wouldn't understand," she says angrily and starts to rise. I grab her hand and gently keep her from leaving.

"I'm sorry, you're right, I wouldn't understand. But you do need to move on." I point around the bare bones room. "This is no way to live."

She sits back down. "I know. Sorry for getting angry, but sometimes I feel like I'm being punished for something and I don't know why."

"Obviously he wasn't the one or you'd be here with him right about now. What does he do?"

"Nothing now. He was supposed to be school, but he dropped out and now he's home, living with his parents."

"Did he tell you why he broke up with you?"

"Not really. I came home one day and he had his car packed. Told me he was leaving. That is wasn't me, it was him. I tried to talk to him to see what the problem was, but he wouldn't tell me. His mom says he just sits around all day doing nothing."

"Maybe something happened that he didn't want to talk about. You know how us guys are."

"I don't know, but it's been six months and he still won't speak to me."

"Well, his bad move is good for me."

"How do you figure?"

"I'm here with you now and he's not."

She smiles sadly. After taking a deep breath she deals the cards. "One hand, one item of clothing."

"You got it."

I win the first two hands and she removes her socks. After a few more hands, I'm sockless and she is now without her shirt. She has a very nice set of tits held up by a white, lacy bra. I wonder if they are naturally so perky or if the bra is helping. 

She wins the next hand and smiles appreciatively as I remove my shirt. "Do you live at the gym?"

"Not really. I've been doing martial arts since I was a kid and still train."

"You fight that mixed martial arts?"

"No. I never got into that."

"Have you ever had to fight?"

"Yeah, a few times."

"Ever get arrested?"

"Once, but the charges were dropped when the witnesses reported that I was defending myself."

"What happened?"

I slowly deal the cards. "I was out with some friends and we started talking to some girls. The girl I was talking to had a boyfriend and he saw me talking to her and wanted to fight. I tried to walk away but he wouldn't back off. He took a wild swing at me, missed and I connected with his nose."

"What happened to the girl?" 

"She took him to the emergency room."

"So you didn't get the girl."

"Nope. I found out afterwards she was just playing wingman anyway."

"Girls do that?"

"I guess so."

"Any other fights?"

"A few. I had to fight this guy that was being a little too aggressive with a girl."

"Tell me about it."

I look at my cards and grin. I just need two more to win. "Again, out with friends and this guy was trying to get this girl to go back to his place. She wasn't interested and he started yelling at her. I started to walk over but my friends held me back. I guess he saw me and cursed at me for a bit before grabbing her and pulling her away." I take a card from the pile and now I need just one more. Maybe she'll take off her bra. "My buddies looked at me and let me go. I walked over and asked her if she was ok. I could see tears in her eyes and she shook her head. I told him to let her go." Joy discards the last card I need. "Gin."

"Damn. Are you cheating?"

"Bra or pants?" I'm only a little disappointed when she stands up and pushes her pants down. She is wearing matching panties which are quite small on her. She turns around to put the pants on the couch and I see a pretty big tattoo on her lower back. "Nice tat."

"Thanks. Reminder of a more care free time."

"I noticed the one on your foot too."

"I have one more on the back of my neck. I have to keep my hair long so it doesn't show up when I'm in court."

"Very nice. You're deal."

"Finish your story."

"There's not much left. The guy was a real punk. I found out afterwards his dad is a big time lawyer. I guess he thought he could get away with anything."

"What's his name?"

She starts to laugh as I make a few faces as I try to remember. "Anthony Nichols, I think."

"Nicholson?"

"Yeah, that's it."

"His dad is an ass. I've had to deal with him a few times."

"Well, his kid is worse."

"I know. He's doing six months right now for simple assault. But I don't remember a fight on his record."

"No charges were ever pressed. I did kick his ass pretty good though."

"I bet the girl was thankful."

I smile as I remember how thankful she was.

"You slept with her?" Joy asks with her eyes wide.

I feel my face turning red. "She was very thankful."

Joy squints at me. "Before or after?"

"Both." I notice her nipples pressing against her bra.

"Just play." My cards suck and I have a bad feeling about this hand. Somehow I pull it out though. 

"Guess you have a tough choice."

She reaches up and undoes the clasp to her bra. She covers herself with one hand while removing the bra with her other. I'm pleased to note her tits don't move very much.

"You'll probably need both hands to play."

She sticks her tongue at me but drops her arm. Her tits are fantastic. Not very large, but nice and firm. She also has a tattoo just above the nipple on her right tit of a rose.

"Boy, really into the body art."

"My way of rebelling against my dad."

"Why did you get so upset with that guy?"

"I don't like guys like that. Lot's of daddy's money and they think they can do anything."

"There's more to it than that."

I shuffle and deal the cards. I take a deep breath before telling her the story. "I have a really good friend who was attacked by some guys. I got there in time to prevent anything too bad from happening, but she's been a mess ever since."

She smiles warmly. "So you protect your friends."

"I'm a third degree black belt in karate, a first in judo, and a second in jujitsu. I also train in Tai Chi. I've been doing it since I was about seven. If I can't protect my friends then I need to quit."

She looks at me for a while, ignoring the fact that it's her turn. She puts her cards down, crawls over and kisses me sweetly on the lips, then goes back to her seat.

"What was that for?"

"Being one of the good guys."

We finish the next hand without talking. I smile as I pull the last card and lay them down with gin.

"You jerk. You must be cheating."

"Your panties please."

She stands up and goes into the kitchen. She comes back out with two more beers and a bottle of tequila. She hands one of the beers to me. "A little liquid courage." She grabs a shot glass from a shelf, pours herself a shot and downs it, taking a sip of beer to wash it down. Then she pours one for me and makes me drink it.

After a deep breath, she puts her thumbs under the waistband and slowly lowers her panties. She stands up and kicks them away. She has a nicely trimmed bush and another tattoo just above where her hair stops. She grabs a small pillow and places it in her lap as she sits down.




Jury Duty



This story is a fantasy based loosely on real events. The names have been changed to protect the innocent.

Jury duty. It happens to everyone, right? I got a summons at what seemed like the worst possible time for me, but when would you ever say, this is the perfect time for jury duty? I was recently divorced, and I had just moved in with my parents, because I was, well, broke. Worse yet, I was just starting a new job. Like, it would have been my third day there. They were gracious enough about it, but I guess there wasn't really anything they could do. So there I was at 8:30 in the morning, sitting in the jury room. There were hundreds of jurors called. The room was full of people. I brought a book with me and figured I'd probably be spending the whole day reading and then they would send me home.

Of course life wouldn't be that simple. After check-in, and a speech by one of the judges, they started showing us an instructional video about being a juror. Before the video was even over, the clerk stopped it to tell us they were picking jurors for a case. There were hundreds of jurors there, so the odds were very much against hearing my name, so of course I was 7th on their list. Cursing my luck and the founding fathers and anything else I could think of, I was herded upstairs with the rest of the lucky jurors, with the same kind of grim resignation that people probably felt on their way to the gas chamber. Nobody spoke or even looked at each other. Eventually we got to the courtroom and were instructed to sit on the benches at the back of the room. I filed in and took a spot on a bench, and suddenly noticed that the girl filing in next to me was fairly cute. She was maybe 5 foot 4 with a round face. She had long brown hair, a gray top, a gray skirt that went all the way to her ankles, and sneakers. Hah, sneakers! Here I was in my best work clothes. I should've worn sneakers too, I guess. What would they have done, held me in contempt and thrown me in jail?

Of course I only took a second to glance at my neighbor as she sat down, and then it was back to staring straight ahead of me. The judge explained the jury process to us, and then asked if there was any reason that anybody felt they couldn't serve on this jury. One woman knew one of the witnesses. Okay, gone. One lady stood up and said she was an attorney and had worked with the plaintiff's attorney before. Yeah, bye-bye. Then the woman on the other side of me also said she was familiar with one of the witnesses. Back to the jury pool, ma'am. The rest of us stood up to let her pass. I bumped into my cute neighbor accidentally standing up. We mumbled to each other about being sorry. We bumped into each other again sitting down. We mumbled to each other about being sorry again. I shuffled a little into the now empty space next to us to give us more room.

The fleeting contact stayed in my mind, though. I chanced a glance at her. Ringless fingers. Could she be single? She brought two huge bags with her. One I judged to be a large purse. The other held reading materials and maybe some snacks or something. I stole another glance at the side of her face. She was totally into what was going on. The clerk was calling out names to go sit in the jury box. I have a quasi-photographic memory so I quickly realized that they were calling names in the same order they had called us downstairs. Sure enough, I was number seven, and grudgingly stood up and made my way past her to the jury box, brushing past her legs as I did so. It was a civil trial, so there were seven jurors. I was the last juror called. I wondered if that was the end of our brief flirtation. The judge was now explaining to us that she was going to ask a series of questions for the benefit of herself and counsel. We could be excused for no reason at all by either counsel. I thought to myself that I would be my true opinionated self and get kicked off the jury panel in no time. 

The jury selection process seemed like it was going to go really quickly at first. Only 2 of the original six jurors were excused on the way to get to me. In listening to the questions that were asked, I knew that I could be completely honest in my answers and get kicked off the jury. I just knew it. 

My questioning began, and sure enough when the time came I told them that I thought that tort reform was a good idea. I got called up to the bench along with counsel. I explained to them that I believed that it was necessary to limit frivolous lawsuits and cap settlements. This was a personal injury case! There was no way the plaintiff's attorney would still want me on the jury after a speech like that, right?

I went back to my seat and finished my questioning. Next the attorneys had their chance to dismiss any jurors for any reason. The plaintiff's attorney stood up and asked to dismiss juror number 6. Wait, what? I was so sure I would be the one to go I was halfway out of my seat. Juror number 6 was dismissed and was replaced by the next person called. The defense attorney asked to dismiss juror number 4. I knew at that point that I was on this jury for the duration.

Somehow picking a new juror number 4 proved to be nearly impossible. Juror after juror sat down in the empty chair. A couple had excuses about why they would not be able to be on a trial, like an important business meeting tomorrow, or a doctor's appointment they couldn't easily reschedule. They were quickly dismissed. A couple of the people were clearly wacko. We went through several people, and then stopped for lunch. I wandered off on my own to an Italian restaurant down the street. I was sure that hundreds of people from the courthouse would come crowding into the place at lunchtime, but the place stayed strangely empty. The pizza was good, too. Go figure.

We were instructed to wait outside the jury room after an hour, and we would be led back to the courtroom. I ate and was back in plenty of time, well-fed and restless. I found myself pacing back and forth along the hallway. I kept thinking about my new job and how I was on jury duty instead of being on what would've been my third day of work. I was just starting to learn about my job and here I was pacing around a courthouse. I spotted my cute neighbor, sitting at one of the tables by the snack machines and reading a magazine out of one of her huge bags. I wasn't the type to start a conversation with people I didn't really know, so I just kept pacing the halls until the clerk came and escorted us all back to the courtroom. 

The jury pool continued to dwindle after lunch. Twice the judge made it through all of her questions, only to have one of the attorneys ask to dismiss the juror. Once I was really glad because it was a crazy old man with an awful speech impediment. I couldn't imagine having to sit in a jury room and deliberate with him. Eventually we got to the point where there were only about half a dozen potential jurors left out of the original 30. Worse still, several of them were called up to the bench for 'asides' like I was and every other one of them was let go. I couldn't believe I was still there! At least the cute girl was still sitting out there. I wondered if and when she would get called. 

Suddenly it was her turn. Her name was Nicole, it turned out. I turned to watch her walk across the courtroom and sit in the vacated chair. She wasn't too graceful. Maybe it was the heavy bags she was carrying. Watching her was more fun than staring straight ahead, at least. She politely answered all of the judge's questions that we had already heard about 25 times already, and when neither counsel had any objections, the jury was set. We could finally get going with the case, at least. Nicole was sitting right below me in the jury box, so if nothing else I was going to end up spending the next couple of days staring at the back of her head.

We were given a 15 minute afternoon break before we would start with opening arguments. We were sent out of the jury room to have a snack or whatever. Now that we were 'the jury' the demeanor of the seven of us was noticeably different. There was an air of camaraderie amongst us, the chosen. Emboldened, I set my pace so that I would be walking alongside Nicole. We exchanged a couple of sheepish glances as we headed back to the jury area, but no conversation.

I went to the bathroom and then called my office to tell them that I was definitely on a case. The judge insisted that we would be done within three days, though. It was going to be a very short case because we were only going to hear from the plaintiff, defendant, and two expert witnesses who had taped their testimony. My boss was understanding and asked me to keep her updated.

Out in the hallway, our jury had kind of congregated together. We weren't really talking to each other, just sharing knowing glances. The clerk came and led us back to the courtroom. We heard the opening arguments and then the plaintiff took the stand. Her testimony lasted the rest of the afternoon. We were dismissed for the day and asked to come back at 9am. For my new job I had to get up at 6am and leave at 7am to be at work by 8. The courthouse was only 15 minutes from my house, so 9am was like a vacation!

I got to the courthouse at ten minutes to nine the next morning. I immediately spotted Nicole sitting in a chair by the vending machines. She was sitting with her head propped up on her elbow, idly flipping through a magazine. She happened to look up as I passed. I gave her a half-smile and she glanced back at her magazine. That went well, I thought to myself. I recognized a couple of other jurors from the case sitting a couple of tables away and bullshitting. I sat down next to them and listened to them go on until we were escorted back to the courtroom.

We heard the defendant's testimony, took a break, and then watched a recording of one of the expert witnesses. When that was over it was already time for lunch. I was thinking about just going home and making a sandwich since home was only 10 minutes away, but I overheard some of the other jurors talking about going for pizza. I figured what the hell? I sort of invited myself along by saying, "Yeah, pizza sounds good," and following the group of three jurors that were talking about it, one of the other male jurors, a younger woman and an older woman. If they minded at all they didn't show it, and we walked out of the courthouse and into the brilliant sunshine of a July afternoon. I thought about Nicole and where she might be going, and suddenly realized that someone was behind me. Nicole had also tagged along with our group of jurors and was two steps behind me.

We walked away from the courthouse and down towards the main street. The other three jurors were having an animated discussion. I slowed up my pace so that I was walking next to Nicole, but all we did was occasionally glance at each other.

I followed the other jurors to another pizza shop a couple of blocks away from the one I went to the day before. The place I had gone to the day before was more like a restaurant. This place was more of a take out place. It was much more crowded, but we did manage to find one of the larger tables in the back empty, and settled into it. I was surprised to look up and see Nicole sitting down across from me. She caught my eye and gave me a half-smile. I half-smiled back at her and pretended to be listening to the other jurors.

A waitress came over to take our order. We ended up getting a pie for the five of us. A busboy came over and gave us all water.

"Nice day, huh?" Nicole suddenly said to me. It was the first words either of us had spoken to each other.

It was the middle of July, and at least 90 degrees outside. The walk of a few blocks was enough to make me sweat in my dress clothes. "Yeah, great weather," I replied, trying to make it sound like I meant it.

"So..." Nicole said, clearly looking to find a good conversation starter, "First time on a jury?" 

"Yeah," I said, "First time I actually had to show up. Usually I had number one thousand something and they wouldn't even call me in." I paused. "What about you?"

"Same thing," Nicole said, "It's my first time. I'm Nicole," she said.

I pretended that I didn't know her name already. "I'm Fred," I replied.

"So, what do you do Fred?" Nicole asked.

"Well, I actually just started a new job last week. I'm a paralegal," I replied.

"Wow, you didn't try to get out of it?" Nicole asked.

"I didn't think of it," I said, "I got the summons before I even interviewed for this job. I don't know if they would've let me out anyway. Besides, the new place seems pretty cool about it."

"Well that's good," Nicole said.

"What do you do?" I asked.

"Oh, I'm a receptionist at an accounting firm," Nicole said, "I've been there a few years now. They weren't happy to lose me to jury duty. They had to hire a temp to cover for me."

"Yeah, I can imagine that would piss them off," I replied flippantly.

"At least this shouldn't take more than a day or so," Nicole said.

"Yeah," I said, and then our pizza arrived, ending the conversation.

On the way back we got drawn into the larger conversation with the rest of the jurors. It wasn't worth recounting. We got back to court and we were led back up to the courtroom. We heard the other expert witness and the closing arguments, and we took another break before we began our deliberations. I sought out Nicole and we walked side by side to the break area. We sat down at one of the tables across from each other.

"So... are you married?" Nicole suddenly asked.

I was surprised she asked. I figured she did the ring check just like I did. Maybe she thought there was a chance I just wasn't wearing one. "I'm divorced," I said.

"Oh," Nicole said, "Any kids?"

"Yeah, I have a two year old daughter," I replied. "What about you?" I asked quickly before she could keep grilling me.

"Oh, not married, no kids," she said. "28 is too young to think about things like that these days."

"True," I said, "I got married at 33 and had a child at 35, and I was still too young." I chuckled.

"So you're... 37?" Nicole asked.

"Yeah," I said. I knew I looked several years younger than I really was. I wondered if Nicole would lose interest in me now that she realized I was almost ten years older than she was.

"How recently were you divorced, then?" Nicole asked. She was shrewd enough to pick up on the fact that my divorce must have been recent if I had a young child.

"Just a couple of months now," I replied.

"Oh," Nicole said, "It must have been rough."

"It was," I said. Luckily the clerk came down to bring us back up to the courtroom at that point. I breathed a sigh of relief. I thought that if she pried any deeper into my life story I would end up scaring her away.

I was secretly hoping that we would get the 6-1 vote we needed immediately and get on with our lives. It was a pretty cut and dry case to me. However after we went over the rules for a few minutes and talked about the details of the case for a few more, it became clear that some of us saw things differently. We took a vote. It was 4-3. At least I was in the majority. Nicole was in the majority too. We shared a knowing glance after we both voted the same. We then had to deliberate to sway at least two of the other jurors over to our side. We were able to change one mind quickly enough, but as the end of the day loomed it became clear that we weren't going to get the votes we needed. The clerk knocked on the door at 4:30 and dismissed us. I was a little disgruntled. I was hoping to get back to my new job, and it was going to take another day. I called my office to let them know. Nicole was walking in the parking lot next to me, also on her phone, probably also talking to her office. I finished my call but she was still talking. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow then," I said to her. All she could do was wave to me.

"I know, I'm sorry, it's going to be one more day..." I heard her say on the phone as she walked away from me.

The next morning I found her waiting downstairs at a quarter to nine. I sat down next to her and we exchanged hellos.

"How was your evening?" Nicole asked.

"Typical," I said, "I ate dinner, watched a ballgame, and went to bed. I played with the dog a little bit. What about you?"

"Pretty much the same," Nicole said, "No dog, though. I have a cat. She doesn't really play." We laughed. Nicole glanced around us. "How much longer do you think this will take?" She whispered.

"Not too long," I whispered back, "We only have to talk one of the other jurors into voting with us, and we're done. An hour, maybe."

"Okay," Nicole said.

The clerk arrived to lead us back to the jury room. We sat down to continue deliberations. It did indeed take a little over an hour to convince not one, but both of the other jurors to find the defendant not guilty based on the law. We went out and the foreman told the judge what our verdict was, and we were done.

The judge gave a little speech, mostly thanking us for taking the time to serve, and dismissed us. It was about 10:30. I heard some of the other jurors talking about what they were going to do with the rest of the day, but I was thinking about going to work. I was brand new there, after all, still in training. I was almost excited about getting going again.

Nicole was with me as we walked out. I thought that maybe she was just going to give me a polite goodbye, and maybe I'd jerk off once or twice thinking about her, and get on with my life.

"So, what are you going to do for the rest of the day?" She asked me.

"I was going to head back to the office, actually," I said, "What about you?" I thought she was going to say the same thing. She sounded pretty dedicated to her job.

"Oh," Nicole said, "I thought maybe..." she trailed off.

I turned to look at her, surprised. She was going to suggest something that involved us spending time together. "But I guess I can tell them I was stuck at court all day," I said, quickly backtracking.

"I don't want to get you into trouble," Nicole said.

"It'll be okay," I said, "I only told my boss it was going to take another day. I didn't mention how long I thought it would be. I can tell them it took the whole day." I paused to glance at the letter they gave each of us as we left, proof to show our employers that we were indeed at jury duty. It only gave the dates we were at court, including that day. It didn't give the exact time we were dismissed. "I'm not a great liar, but I'll give it my best shot. What about you?" I asked. "You're not going back to work?"

"Nah," Nicole said, "I can use the break. They already have the temp there for the whole day. It's not like they can send her home after two hours and get a refund."

I wasn't sure that was entirely true, but I held my tongue. We were now standing in the court parking lot. "So... what do you want to do?" I asked.

"I don't know," she said, "I don't think any restaurants are open yet, and I'm not hungry anyway."

"Well... do you want to do... something?" I asked. I was trying to think of something we could do at 11am on a Wednesday morning, but I came up empty.

"Well... where do you live?" Nicole asked me.

"I'm only about ten minutes from here," I said. "What about you?"

"Oh, I live on the other side of the county," Nicole replied. "It's about half an hour away."

I thought it was just an informational question. I was shocked when Nicole said, "Maybe we can go hang out at your place, since you're closer."

I was surprised by her suggestion. There was one huge problem. "That would be great," I said, "But there's one thing you should know."

"What's that?" Nicole asked.

"After the divorce I moved in with my parents," I said.

I thought that would kill our momentum. I hadn't really had any post-divorce experience with women up until Nicole, but I had put up profiles on a few of the online dating sites, and spent a lot of my spare time reading through women's profiles there, many of which made it a point to state that their ideal man wouldn't be living with his parents. I took it to mean that I stood virtually no chance of having any kind of a relationship with a woman until I was able to move into my own place again. Nicole was surprisingly undaunted. "Hmm..." she said. "Are they retired?"




Jury Duty



"No, actually they're both at work right now," I replied.

"Oh, so we'd have the place to ourselves?" She asked.

"Yeah," I said, "So we can hang out there... if you'd like."

Nicole seemed to consider it for a moment. "Okay," she said.

We got into our separate cars. Nicole was going to follow me there. I had a few minutes alone to think about the situation I suddenly found myself in, idly wondering if Nicole was insane and she was about to hack me to pieces. I knew I was at a low point in my life, and I would frequently wonder about what I had left to live for, but I would always think of my daughter and that would be all I needed to think about. So what did I think would happen next, if I wasn't hoping she was a deranged killer about to put me out of my misery? We would hang out for a few hours, I guessed. She would get bored and leave and I'd jerk off thinking about her. Maybe I'd get off twice, if I had enough time.

To add insult to my humiliation at having to bring a girl back to my parents' house, they lived in one of those 'active adult' communities, and I had to lead Nicole through the security gate. Well, just be glad that we picked a community that lets your adult children live with you, they had told me when I moved in, or otherwise you would be homeless. I couldn't argue with that.

I led her inside and my dog came charging up to greet us. I got custody of our Yorkie, who hated everybody except our immediate families. Once she saw that there was a stranger in the house she dropped her toy and started barking furiously. If she's not a dog lover, I thought to myself, here's where the story ends.

"Oh, how cute!" Nicole exclaimed, and knelt down to make friends. Normally my dog would just bark incessantly at strangers until they left. When Nicole held out her hand, my dog stopped barking and sniffed it. Then she gave Nicole's hand a lick. From that moment on she treated Nicole like she treated the very few people that she liked.

I stared at my dog as I led Nicole down the hallway, amazed that she had stopped barking and was trying to lead both of us, hopefully, toward the kitchen. "I never saw her take to anybody like that before," I said.

Nicole shrugged. "I have a way with animals," she said.

I gave her the quick tour, gesturing to where my bedroom was off of the main hall, then the kitchen, living, and dining area, and finally where the master bedroom was at the far end of the house. 

"Do you want anything to eat or drink?" I asked her.

"No thanks, I'm fine," Nicole replied. We were standing by the kitchen nook table and settled into the chairs, facing each other. "So..." Nicole said.

"Are you single?" I practically blurted out.

Nicole laughed at the question. I wasn't sure if it was the fact that I would even ask the question after she agreed to come back to my place, or the way that I asked it. "Yes," she said. "I was dating somebody for a couple of years. It was getting pretty serious, and one night he took me to a fancy restaurant. I thought, this is it, he's going to pop the question, and instead the bastard confesses that he'd been cheating on me. I threw my drink in his face and stormed out. That was about three months ago."

"Wow, that's awful," I said. I was so focused on myself and my situation that it never occurred to me that Nicole might be getting over her own breakup.

"Yeah," Nicole said, "People keep telling me that it gets better over time, but I don't feel any less angry yet." We stared at each other for a few moments. I got lost in her big, expressive brown eyes, her button nose, and her cute, round face. Then I got distracted by the dog suddenly racing across the house to go bark at a noise she heard somewhere. The moment broken, we both laughed.

"So, what's your story?" Nicole asked when my dog stopped barking and was trotting self-importantly back to the kitchen.

I had made a mental agreement with myself not to discuss my divorce with any potential new girlfriends. I had heard enough people say that talking about your divorce was a sure way to scare just about anybody off, but after listening to Nicole's story, it seemed like there would be no harm in telling her.

"The short version," I said, "Is that I married a woman who got herself fired from her job, wanted children so badly that she pushed me to have one, even though I wasn't ready and didn't know if I would ever be, and then freaked out when I struggled after the baby was born, turned her parents against me, refused to go back to work even though we were going through our savings like crazy, and then finally divorced me." Yes, that speech came out in a rush. I hadn't mentally prepared it for anybody who asked me, or anything.

Nicole was staring at me, still processing what I told her. "Wow," she said. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," I said quickly, "It's my fault too, I'm sure. If you asked her I'm sure she has a completely different version of events. The truth is probably somewhere in the middle."

"It always is," Nicole said. We were staring at each other again. I was starting to feel a little awkward. I decided we needed to find another way to pass the time, although I had absolutely no idea what we were passing time for. "Do you want to watch a movie, or something?" I asked.

"Sure," Nicole said. We got up from the kitchen table and went over to the living room sofa. I sat down in my customary seat at the end, and Nicole sat beside me, but not too close, I was quick to notice. I turned on the flat screen and flipped to the movie channels. It occurred to me that I knew so little about this woman that I didn't even know what kind of movies that she liked. I started flipping through the guide. "Let me know if you see anything you like," I said.

"Oh hey, Ghostbusters!" Nicole said, "I haven't seen this in years." It was pretty early in the movie, so I set the remote down and we settled in to watch it. I kept stealing little glances at Nicole, who seemed engrossed in the movie. What's going to happen next? I was wondering. Do we sit here and watch TV all day? Am I supposed to make a move on her? Is she going to give me any kind of signal? I stayed in my crumbling marriage longer than I should have, I thought to myself, mostly because of my daughter, but also in part because I was hoping never to have to deal with situations like this again. Was I even ready for something to happen? Well, my libido was. I could feel a little tingling in my groin when I thought about making physical contact with her. If only it was cold, I thought to myself, we would have an excuse to snuggle together, but it was 90 degrees outside, and the AC wasn't turned up high enough to make me feel cold. At least, I thought it was. I was in a long-sleeved dress shirt and slacks, but she was dressed even warmer, in a long green sweater with a flowing brown skirt that covered her legs. Still, when I glanced at Nicole again I noticed that she had folded her arms around herself. 

"Are you comfortable?" I asked.

"I'm okay," Nicole said, "Just a little cold."

I was about to get up and turn the air off, but I stopped. It wasn't cold in here. She wanted me to touch her. Someday I would get quicker at picking up on signals like that, I said to myself. I slid over and put my arm around her shoulders. "Better?" I asked. I hoped the close contact wouldn't give away the fact that I was sweating like crazy.

"Yes, thanks," Nicole said, and leaned her head on my shoulder. We settled in again and enjoyed the movie for a while. I enjoyed the sensation of just being with another person. It was a long time since I got to enjoy even this simple pleasure. I started idly tracing little circles on her shoulder with my finger. 

We reached the part of the movie where they're on the rooftop, and the woman asks Dan Aykroyd if he's a god. "Oh!" I exclaimed, taking my arm from around Nicole and patting her excitedly on her thigh. I wasn't even thinking about what I was doing. "Here comes my favorite line." I said it along with Ernie Hudson for emphasis. "Ray, when someone asks you if you're a God, you say YES!"

I turned to Nicole, who was laughing. "You're crazy," she said. I laughed maniacally. To try to stop me, she grabbed one of the throw pillows littering the sofa and whacked me with it. I made a lunge to grab the pillow and she pulled it back away from me. I ended up falling against her and then we rolled off of the sofa together. I landed on my back and Nicole landed on top of me. I stared up at her, her long brown hair falling around her face and framing it. I thought that she was going to kiss me, but to my surprise she rolled over and beside me. Not content to let the moment pass, I rolled over and atop her. She was gazing up at me now, and I took in her pretty round face and big brown eyes. She was chuckling and breathing heavily, her chest heaving beneath me. I lowered my head and kissed her.

I was a little worried that she wasn't really interested, after all, but it turned out that she simply wanted me to be on top and initiate. She responded enthusiastically, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me close to her.

Unfortunately this wasn't destined to be a long, romantic first kiss. Suddenly I was aware of my dog's snout trying to push its way between our faces and her little tongue poking out and trying to lick us. I sputtered and pushed myself away from Nicole and back to my feet, laughing. She was laughing too. My dog pounced on top of Nicole in my absence and started licking her face.

I did my best to stop laughing and use my commanding voice. "Out!" I shouted, pointing toward her crate for emphasis. I was, of course, ignored. Instead of trying to scare the dog away I reached down and helped Nicole off of the floor and away from her. I pulled her into my arms, and we stayed like that for a while, laughing.

"I think I need to wash my face," Nicole said once she stopped laughing.

"Me too," I said, "I'll take the master bathroom. You can use the guest bathroom."

"Okay," Nicole said, and I went to the master bathroom and washed up. I came back through the house, my dog following me. "Bad girl," I said to her half-heartedly, and she cocked her head inquisitively toward me. I found that Nicole was already done in the bathroom and was standing in my cramped bedroom

"Nice place you've got here," she said.

"Well I do own a three bedroom townhouse just a couple of miles from here," I replied, "I just don't get to live there anymore."

"I'm sorry," Nicole said, and she came over to me and kissed me. We stayed like that for a few minutes, kissing with my hands in her hair and hers on my back. We were distracted again by my dog, whining at my feet.

I was much more annoyed this time. "Out!" I shouted, stomping my foot at her. She backed out of the room and I shut the door.

"Aww, you didn't have to do that," Nicole said.

"Unfortunately I did," I said, "She would never give us a moment's peace. If we're really lucky she'll go back to her perch on the sofa or something and not cry and scratch at the door. That was what she would do when my ex wife and I tried to be alone." I winced, thinking that I shouldn't have just said that last part.

"How long has it been for you?" Nicole asked, "Since, you know..."

"Actually it was the day before she told me she was divorcing me," I said, still wondering if I was going to say the wrong thing and ruin the moment. "It's actually only been about ten months, really. It only seems like a lifetime."

"I see," Nicole said, "It's been three months for me, the week before I found out he was cheating on me. I felt so violated. I rushed to get myself tested for STD's. Luckily he didn't give me anything."

"Yeah, that's good," I said.

"So, you haven't been with anyone else in... how long were you married?" Nicole asked.

"Married for four, so it's been about seven years since I've been with anyone else," I said.

"Wow, that's a long time," Nicole said.

"Well, not when you were set to think that you would be with that one person for the rest of your life," I said, "Suddenly I'm left thinking I have to start all over again."

"Well that's not so bad, is it?" Nicole asked.

"No," I said, "Considering how bad things ended up between us, thinking that I have a chance to find something better with someone else is pretty appealing. Actually going out and doing it, however, that's what's been keeping me up at night."

"Well, here I am," Nicole said, and she raised her arms in the air and spun around in place. I found myself imagining what her body looked like underneath her modest clothing. I could see the swell of her breasts against her sweater and her wide hips beneath her skirt. I began to get aroused at the thought of finding out. Without a word I took her by the shoulders and practically tossed her sideways onto the bed. Nicole landed with a whoop and I quickly climbed on top of her. As we kissed we kicked our shoes off onto the floor. We kissed more passionately this time, our hands in each other's hair and our bodies pressed up against each other. I felt her hands move to my backside, giving my buttocks a squeeze. Then she grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled it loose.

I sat up astride her and undid my belt, tossing it onto the floor beside the bed. I undid the buttons of my shirt as quickly as I could, grinning at her as I did so. She watched me, her hair a tangled mess splayed across the pillows. She looked so sexy that I could hardly wait to get back to kissing her. I pulled off my shirt and my undershirt too, for good measure, and tossed them aside. Nicole propped herself up on her elbows. Without a word I grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it up and over the top of her head, pulling it off of her completely as she lifted her arms to accommodate me. She was now clad in just a plain white bra, her C cup breasts filling it nicely. I was transfixed by the sight of her cleavage. Nicole allowed me to gaze at her breasts hungrily for a few seconds before reaching up and pulling my face back down to hers.

We kissed passionately, wrestling back and forth on the bed. Nicole was making an effort to roll on top of me, but I felt that we had to do it just right, otherwise we would roll right off the bed. When I felt that I could turn over safely I let Nicole turn us over. I reached behind her and undid her bra. She sat up and let her bra fall down her arms. She had large, firm breasts with large brown nipples. I reached up to fondle them. Nicole was busy trying to readjust her long skirt out of the way so that she could press her crotch up against me. Apparently unsatisfied, she started fumbling with the strap at her waist. When she undid it, she started to pull her skirt down over her hips. Realizing she couldn't get her skirt off while still straddling me, she toppled over beside me, trying to pull and kick her skirt off. I sat up to help her. Together we managed to get her long brown skirt off. She was now dressed in only her socks and a pair of white cotton panties.

"If I knew this was going to happen I would've worn something more... interesting," Nicole said.

"I find your panties utterly fascinating," I deadpanned, and she laughed and set about undoing the button on my slacks.

Suddenly she paused. "We're not moving too fast, are we?" She asked.

"Yes," I said truthfully, giving her a chance to put the brakes on.

Nicole stopped for a few moments, seemingly lost in thought. Then she took her hand and slid it up and down my erection where it was bulging in my slacks. "Oh well," she said, and finishing unbuttoning my slacks. She started pulling them down and I reached down to help her pull them off of me. "Tighty-whities?" Nicole said, "I had you pegged as a boxers guy."

"In boxers my balls are hanging somewhere around my knees," I said. Nicole laughed and reached down again, massaging my balls. Then she climbed back on top of me, her breasts crushed against my chest and her crotch lined up against mine. Nicole started to grind her hips against my crotch and we kissed. I ran my hands up and down across her back. I started to get excited. Very excited. I had to reach up and roll her off of me before she made me cum just by rubbing up against me.

I kissed Nicole and fondled her breasts. I lowered my head and kissed her neck, her shoulders, and her chest which was flushed red from the heat and the excitement. I worked my way down her right breast and took her nipple in my mouth. She gasped at the sensation. I swirled my tongue around it, feeling it grow hard. I fondled her other breast with my hand, and then I went to kiss and suck on her other nipple. I slid my free hand slowly down her stomach and toward her panties. I slid my hand into the waistband of her panties and felt the soft hairs above her pussy. I ran my fingers along the tuft of hair, tickling her. She lifted her hips off the bed, trying to move herself to my fingers, if I wouldn't move my fingers to her. Knowing that I had her aroused and frustrated, I kept my fingers just inches from her pussy.

"Tease," Nicole whispered, and then reached down with both hands to pull her panties off of her. Once she kicked her panties down her legs and off the bed, she grabbed my hand and placed it on her pussy. I obliged by taking my hand and sliding it up and down along her clitoris and her pussy lips, feeling the wetness of her pussy and spreading it back up along her clitoris. Nicole gasped again and started moving her hips in unison with my stroking. I felt her clitoris emerge, and I began to concentrate on it, quickening my strokes along the hardened nub.

"Ahh..." Nicole said, "You're driving me crazy. I want you inside me."

I obligingly slid my middle finger into her pussy, keeping the palm of my hand against her clitoris. Nicole gave a girlish cry and began bucking her hips against my fingers. She grabbed the sheets and started panting as her orgasm washed over her. When it was over she grabbed my hand and pulled it away from her.

"Oh my God, that was amazing," she said, trying to catch her breath. We smiled at each other as I watched her get her breathing under control. When Nicole had calmed down a little she sat up and practically grabbed my underwear, pulling it down my hips and letting my 7 inch erection pop into view. She grabbed hold of my cock and gave it a few quick strokes. She looked up at me. "Do you have any protection?" She asked.

"Yes," I said, and I rolled off of the bed, kicking my underwear off as I did so. I realized that I was now wearing only a pair of black dress socks, and it looked absurd, so I sat back down on the bed to pull them off. I went to the dresser and fished a condom out from below my socks. I put it on and climbed back onto the bed on top of Nicole. I kissed her as I lined myself up with her. When I was confident that I found the entrance to her pussy, I thrusted and slid into Nicole completely with one stroke, earning another gasp.

Since it had been so long since I'd last had sex, I knew the only way to make it last would be to go slowly. I began to move in and out of her slowly. Nicole wasn't in the mood to be made love to slowly, however, and she bucked her hips against me and finally wrapped her legs around my butt in an effort to speed me up. When that didn't have the desired effect, she finally whispered, "Faster."

"Okay," I whispered, "But it's going to be quick."

"I'm not timing you," Nicole whispered back, "Just fuck me."

I picked up the pace, pulling out of her as far as I dared and then thrusting deep into her. It was all way too exciting for me, however, and within a couple of minutes I went over the edge, grunting and thrusting as I shot my load inside her. Nicole bucked her hips against me, gasping as I triggered her second orgasm. When it was over I fell against her, sweaty and spent.




Jury Duty



We lay together like that for several moments, breathing heavily. Eventually I whispered in her ear, "Was it good for you?" Nicole responded by kissing me. "Thank you," she said. "That was great."

I glanced at the clock. It was about 2pm. I felt my stomach rumble. I also noticed for the first time that the dog was indeed whining and scratching at the door. I pulled myself into a sitting position beside Nicole. She was a mess. Her hair was damp and plastered to her face and the bed. Her sweaty chest was heaving. Oh God, it was sexy.

"Do you want to clean up a bit?" I asked. "Then maybe we can have lunch. I'm starving."

"I'd love to clean up," Nicole said, "And I'd love something to eat."

I got off the bed and opened the bedroom door. I sidled past my grateful dog and into the bathroom. I cleaned up a bit and turned on the shower. I went back to the bedroom and beckoned to Nicole. She climbed off the bed and rushed into the bathroom with me. We showered quickly, with only a minimum of kissing and fondling. We toweled ourselves off and dressed, me in a fresh pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and Nicole into the same clothes. We went into the kitchen and I made us peanut butter and jelly sandwiches to eat.

"So, when do you see your daughter?" Nicole asked.

"I have her Tuesday and Thursday evenings, and Sundays," I said.

"Wait," Nicole said, "So you had her last night?"

"Yeah," I said, "I don't know why I didn't tell you this morning. The whole situation is still kind of awkward for me."

"I understand," Nicole said.

"So, I'm not sure if you want to stick around," I said. "My father will be home soon."

"Oh," Nicole said, "I didn't realize it was so late."

"My father works an early shift," I said. "I'm not trying to get rid of you," I added quickly, "It's just that, you know... I don't know."

"It would be awkward," Nicole said. "I understand."

"Can I see you again?" I asked.

"Of course," Nicole said. "How's Friday night?"

"Friday night would be great," I said. We exchanged phone numbers and I promised to call her later. I walked her to the door.

"Do you know how to get home from here?" I asked.

"Yeah," Nicole said, "I have GPS if I get confused."

"True," I said, and I kissed her. "This was great," I said. "Really great. I'm so glad I met you."

"Me too," Nicole said, and with a final kiss, she left.

The end?