0 comments/ 35909 views/ 0 favorites Red Heads By: R. Richard My ancestors came from the Orkney Islands north of Britain. I have very white skin and red hair. I am 6 feet 8 inches tall and I weigh about 295 pounds. I am a weight lifter and I am very muscular and very strong. I have been told that I am ugly and look threatening. I am an engineer and I work at a US military installation. I work out every night, after work, at a local gym off the base. There is a new Commanding Officer at the base and he is very displeased with the general physical conditioning of the civilian employees. The CO issues an order that might be shortened to read, "Lose the fat butt or I kick it off base." As a result of the CO's order, I manage to sign up 31 people to gym contracts at the gym where I work out. As a result of the sign ups, I manage to win the gym's 'Trip To Sun Island For Two' prize. Now, most of the guys I work out with down at the gym are referred to as 'the animals.' However, I do not feel that it is a fair assessment. I may be ugly and threatening, but can be very suave when I want to. There is a red haired lady who also works out at the same gym. She is [or so Mindy the manager tells me] 6 feet 2 inches tall with a slim but athletic figure. [She also has a killer rack!] I have been trying to find an opportunity to meet the pretty red haired lady, but she avoids me as if I have some sort of communicable disease. The red haired lady has no doubt taken quite a bit of crap in the past. People do not relate well to tall ladies. People also do not relate well to very smart ladies. I discover that the red haired lady is on a high IQ list some busybody is compiling as a college study. It turns out that the red haired lady and I have the same IQ. As you can see, I have researched my [hopefully] ladylove quite thoroughly. As a result of my careful research, I ask Mindy for a favor. [Mindy owes me big time. When Mindy has trouble with some loud ass hole who does not think gym rules apply to him, I come and reason with bad boy. Hey, I am very suave. I just politely tell bad boy, "You can walk out the door or I will throw you out the door; it's your choice."] Mindy carefully explains to the tall, red haired lady that I have won the 'Trip To Sun Island For Two' prize and that I would like very much to talk to the lady. The lady is coaxed into coming over to talk to me. Red hair attempts to get really nasty with me, but I am very suave. The lady eyes me and snarls, "A trip for me into the tropical sun? Have you lost your mind?" I very carefully point out, "The sun is only a problem in the day, at night we can roam the sugar sand beaches! Your problem with the sun is also my problem, red head!" The lady looks at me with new eyes. After all, there are only so many tall red haired men around. We chat for a while and she see that not only can I speak, but that my sentences are properly constructed and that I am knowledgeable about at least some of the civilized niceties. Jill agrees to meet me for dinner at Luigi's, an Italian place just across the parking lot. The next night we meet. The dinner goes well, especially once I get Jill to try the Lambrusco wine I order. She loves it and it kind of loosens her up a bit. At the end of the meal I tell her, "I must have your answer soon, lovely lady, we need to make reservations." Jill does not answer me at that point. I walk her across the parking lot to her car. She turns to me and says, "This is the most insane thing I have ever done. However, I am not going down to some tropical island for a week with a man unless I know a lot more about him." I respond suavely, "No time like the present." Jill says, "OK James, follow me home." I cannot believe my luck! I follow her to her apartment. We park the cars and go up to her place. We talk a little more and she downs a couple of hits of liquid courage. She then looks calculatingly at me. I move in and gently but very firmly press her against me and I kiss her. She tries to push away, but I only let her move back a short distance. Jill says, "Come with me, before I lose my nerve." We go into her bedroom and Jill begins to undress, as do I. Of course, I finish first and Jill tells me, "Just get in bed. I do not need those big clumsy fingers on my clothes!" Jill takes her time with the bra and panties, teasing me. She slowly removes the bra, stopping just before she exposes her nipples, and then sensuously slides the lace down her body. She poses for a moment and knows damn well what she is doing to me. It looks like I am lying in a tent! Jill also teases me with her panties and even after she reveals her shaved pussy she says, "There, big boy, you can not even tell if I am a real red head!" I can tell that Jill is an exhibitionist! And, with her pale white skin, flaming read hair, slim attractive body and really nice tits, she has a lot to show. Jill finally climbs into bed. I grab her and begin to work on her tits. Tits of that size tend to have a direct link to a lady's pussy and Jill is no exception. I move my hand down and I can feel that Jill is getting ready. I attempt to continue caressing Jill just a bit longer but she begins to plead with me to, "Put that big thing in me!" I pick Jill's legs up and put them over my shoulders. I enter her tight pussy slowly but firmly and penetrate about half way. With each stroke, I get a little deeper without too much force. By the time I get my whole length in, Jill is a wild woman! She climaxes, but there is to be no rest for the weary. I continue to make her my slave, one stroke at a time. She tells me to "Shove it all the way in!" Then Jill is unable to say anything more in words. However her moans tell me what I need to know. I use Jill up completely and we climax together! I clean up and leave Jill sleeping. The next day I make final reservations. I tell Jill of the reservations that evening at the gym. She kind of stares me up and down and says, "I might as well go, you can't take any more from me." I tell her, "Lovely lady it is not a question of me taking. It is a matter of you giving, willingly." Jill says, "Just as long as you remember that!" On Friday, we catch a flight south. I have brought food along, which is just as well. The fights down are a nightmare. The promised food service does not appear. We nearly miss every connection and then we land in some crummy little airport in who knows where and are told that we have two choices. We can wait in the airport for a week, or we can switch destinations to Naughty Nudies Resort. I grab the son of a bitch by the throat and I am about to adjust his attitude. Jill says, "Big Jim, you put him down! Naughty Nudies Resort is certainly better than sitting in this dump for a week." Jill then turns back to the SOB and says, very sweetly, "One more bit of trouble from you and Big Jim will kill you and then rip your flesh with his teeth. Understand?" He understands. We have no more trouble all the way to Naughty Nudies. I tell Jill, "Don't worry about the nudity, if anyone disrespects you I will break his face." Jill kind of cuddles to me and says, "Well now, you just control yourself. I don't mind showing myself. Besides, it will be in the dark!" [Somehow I do not believe that Jill really cares if it is in the dark.] We get to Naughty Nudies about 11 PM. We get checked in and get a short reading of the rules. There are not many rules. We go to our room and strip. Jill skips out the door before I can grab her. She says, "Big Jim, we are not going to spend the week in bed. Sorry! We are going to roam the white sugar sand, at least first." Jill and I walk past a few people. Jill holds on to my arm and manages to show off her tits as we pass. No one says anything but maybe 'Hi.' We walk down a white sand beach with waves lapping at the shore. There is only a little sliver of moon and it is as if we are the only two people in the world. Jill reacts to the serenity of it all with a little dance down the beach in front of me. I get hard just watching her jiggle! I grab her and she says, "Oh, not here, I will get sand in . . ." I tell her, "Jill get on your hands and knees, I need you!" She does and I take her doggy style. She wiggles like a wild woman but I manage to control myself and we work up to a shattering mutual climax. Afterward, we wash in the surf. Jill tells me, "It would seem I have no choice. However, never underestimate the power of a lady, big boy!" We roam until near dawn and then sleep until suppertime. The sun is still out and Jill wears a big hat and a long coat over a very tiny bikini bottom. I wear a hat and long coat over my male bikini. We walk over to the dining room. Someone makes a wisecrack about the tourists. I turn and stare at him, drop my coat and, as they say, throw a flex that shows off my size and muscularity. Jill says, "Big Jim, you just sit down!" We sit. No one makes any more wise cracks. We then get up and remove the hats and Jill removes her long coat. We are then dressed like everyone else. We have supper and Jill manages to go to the ladies room with a couple of the other ladies. When she gets back, it is clear that Jill has laid down the law. There is to be no more trouble! We stop by the nightclub for a while. They have music and nude dancers, but it is not too good. We roam the island at night. We usually fuck on the beach somewhere each night. No one appears to catch us, but I sense that getting caught would not bother Jill at all. Wednesday, Jill tells me, "There is a dance contest tonight." She continues, "I will dance, I will win. You will remain calm. There may be a little touchy-feely while I am on the stage that is OK. If it gets out of hand, I will call. Understood?" I say, "You realize I am going to expect little shows when we get back?" Jill flashes her eyes at me and said, "Well I don't mind showing myself, but you assume too much!" Wednesday night, I have to carry Jill over to the nightclub, as her heels will not work in the sand. She is wearing a silk lady suit with hose and stiletto heels. It is a strange outfit for Naughty Nudies. Every one stares at Jill. When the dance contest starts, a couple of ladies dance. Jill sniffs, "Naked, not nude!" When Jill's turn comes, she goes up on the little stage and begins a kind of shy little dance to a rather slow tune. Suddenly the music picks up and Jill begins to tease with the jacket. She manages to work the audience up while she very slowly removes her jacket and reveals her big, beautiful tits. The music picks up again with a wild background of jungle drums. Jill flashes her shaved pussy early on and then flirts with her skirt for a while. Every eye in the place is on Jill! [And I suspect that several hands are on a cock as well!] Jill finally sheds the skirt. There is a sort of spontaneous gasp, proving Jill has gauged the audience just right. The other girls were naked. Jill is wearing a lace garter belt, opera length dark nylons and stiletto heels. After days and nights of naked women, the contrast is incredible. The other girls were naked, Jill is nude! Jill does the raunchiest dance I have ever seen. She sways to the pounding of the drums, she shakes her tits, and she even turns and looks at the audience through her spread legs exposing her wide-open ass and pussy! There are hands reaching toward Jill and she teasingly brushes past them. I think that at least a couple of the guys would have climbed onto the stage and tried to rape her. However, they remember me and look around first! At the end of the act, the stage goes dark and Jill disappears. Very shortly a completely nude Jill walks up to me and said, "Let's get out of here! I need cock!" We walk down the beach after I shed my male bikini. Jill is hot and ready, I am so damn hard, I can barely walk. We don't go far before we stop to fuck. Jill lets me penetrate her as I will. She wiggles, she shakes and I know her tits are bobbing wildly. I also know people have to be watching. We finally climax together. As usual, we then wash off in the ocean. Afterward, as we walk down the beach Jill talks to me. She says, "OK, back home I have a really responsible position. I have to behave myself. If I show myself there, I lose my job. I really like to show myself. If we are to stay together, you will have to understand that. Worse yet, if I get a little carried away, you will have to keep the boys off me." I tell Jill, "Back home you can show yourself to me anytime. In fact, we are going to have to do a check on your nighties! As to other guys; I like to beat up guys. If someone steps out of line, don't worry it will only happen once." Jill then asks, "Well, what did you think of my little performance?" I thought for an instant, and then said, "What I wanted to do was climb up on stage and fuck you in front of everyone!" Jill kind of shivers and cuddled in close to me. She says, "Anytime, big boy!" The rest of the time we are at Naughty Nudies, Jill teases the boys. They can not really try anything with me there. However, Jill gets so hot after the action that we have to screw. It is an interesting couple of days. As we fly home, Jill tries to back down a little from her earlier claims. I point out that she is heading for a good spanking. Jill then cuddles close to me and says, "Well then, which do you like to see the best, my tits or my pussy?" I say, "Both, and seeing is not enough, I like to taste!" Red Heads & Monkeys A true story When I was in my teens, I lived on a quiet, tree lined, street in Chicago. Nothing much ever happened. That is, as long as I stayed inside. I was, what was known, at the time, as a freak, (long hair well passed shoulder length). On one warm summer day, I was talking with some neighborhood friends. Rich Rogers, Toni Panoseo and one Rob Nemseck to be exact. Toni began telling us, that a new family, was moving into the old Gabor house, just down the street. This was indeed big news, and it got even better as he spoke. He started telling us, that he had seen them earlier that day, and that the family consisted of, the mother, a son, and of all things, a monkey!! He said the boy was young, maybe five years old, was his guess. The interesting thing was, the boy was stone deaf, and he had a monkey as a pet! Being a red blooded, young man, I inquired about the mother, of course. (First things first.) Toni said she had long, red, wavy hair, was about five foot, three or four, and was as cute as hell. After getting all the information I could on the red head, I naturally asked about the monkey. Toni said he had not actually seen the monkey, but assured us, there was one, sure as hell. He suggested, that perhaps the monkey had stayed behind to finish the packing or something. This I discounted almost immediately. Everyone knows, monkeys can't pack, right? Although, I remembered my Uncle had once told me, if you gave monkeys enough paper, they would be able to write Shakespeare, or some shit like that. Being the skeptical type, I was determined to see for myself, just how much of what I was just told, was true. Ok, truth is, I was hoping the red head, was as advertised. And I figured, what the hell do I have to loose, I mean, seeing a deaf kid, and a monkey, all in one day, would make for a memorable day on this street. My chance to find out, came about a week later. As I began my morning constitutional, I saw some figures standing down the street from me. I thought, this is great, I won't even have to cross the street. I can just introduce myself as I walk past them. As I began walking, my eyes strained to make out details. At first, all I could make out, were some fuzzy figures. But, as I drew nearer, I could see a small boy, standing next to a young woman. There seemed to be something perched on her shoulder. My eyes really straining now, I thought, could it really be a monkey???? My question was answered, as I traveled the remainder of the distance between us. It was, indeed a monkey!!!! I was momentarily distracted, from my true purpose for wanting to introduce myself, by the delightfully, animated creature, that sat gesticulating wildly, upon her shoulder. I watched for a moment, as this creature, swayed back, and forth, throwing his hairy, little, arms in the air, and making all manner of strange sounds. Turning to look at the woman, I began to speak. I said, "My name is Jack. How do you like me so far?" She smiled, and chuckled quietly, then replied, "I'm Cindy, and this is my son, Frank." I turned towards the little boy, (and remembering what Toni had said), I said in a very loud voice, "Hi Frank." Cindy spoke. "He can't hear you, but if you speak slowly, he can read your lips." I apologized, and began welcoming them to the neighborhood, using all my charm, and wit in an attempt to ingratiate myself, as Cindy was young, and very good looking, and I was, after all, a teenage boy!!!!! The conversation began to flow, and I felt, I was in perfect form. It wasn't long, before I had her smiling, and laughing. Just as things were going real nice, the creature on her shoulder, reached out, and grabbed a little fist-full, of my hair, and began to pull!!!!!!!! I became rapidly aware, of an intense pain, which made my eyes water, as he continued trying to free the hair from my head. I struggled to get a glimpse of my attacker, through my watering eyes. I believe, that I briefly saw him, leaning back, muscles straining, laughing wildly, as he tore at my hair. The pain grew more intense as the attack continued. I had to do something!!!! So, I spoke. I said something like, "HEY! WHAT'S WITH THE F*#^IN MONKEY????????" I heard her say, laughing slightly, something like, "He's looking for salt" While I found this insight interesting, it did nothing to alleviate my pain. I told her that I don't keep salt on my head, and suggested she tell the monkey that. But the attack continued. I was now determined, to act, and act fast!!!!!!!! But, how does one defend one's self, from an 18 inch tall, insane, monkey?? I reached up, and got a hold of his hairy, little wrist, and began to squeeze!! Cindy came to my rescue, and helped me free his grasp. The pain slowly subsided. I said the only thing that came to mind, "That's some monkey you got there!!!" Undaunted by this little set back, I was more determined then ever, to win her affection. So, I started the conversation again, and, in time, things were going well again. My eyes stopped watering, and she even stopped laughing, eventually. I began to feel back in control of the situation again, when in a flash, the monkey was upon me again!!! This time the attack was more sudden, and violent, then the last!!!!!! It was at about this point, that I became painfully aware, that monkey's differ from other small animals, with which I was familiar, in some key aspects. Of most importance at the moment, was the fact, that monkeys have hands, and apparently, the will to use them!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He had somehow managed, to get a hold of my upper eye lid. I could feel his little finger nails, digging into the top and bottom of it. His thumb on the underside, and his fingers on the top, as he tugged and pulled, and twisted!! The pain was excruciating!! My first reaction, was to pull back, away from the source of the pain, but the prospect of dislodging him from his perch, and leaving him dangling from my eye lid, held me in place!! I spoke once again, this time saying, "What the F#*$k is he looking for now??? I felt my right hand make a tight fist, as I readied to launch it, at his jabbering, little skull. I felt the muscles in my arm tighten, and, at the instant as I was going to send my fist sailing into my attacker, a thought crossed my mind, which stopped me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I realized, that there is an unwritten law, against hitting a deaf kids monkey!!!!!!! I mean, I would never be able to show my face on the street again, without someone saying, "There goes the jerk that beat up the deaf kids monkey!" Thankfully, Cindy came to my aide, and removed my tormentor. I made some excuse, like being late for something or another, and quickly made my way down the street, to the relative safety of the corner liquor store. As I went, I thought, I have just been assaulted, 200 yards from my own house, in broad daylight, and there is nothing I can do about it!!!!!!! I thought briefly about calling the police, but it would my word against his, and, with my reputation, I would surly be the one, that wound up in a cage. Fortunately, they didn't stay in the neighborhood long. I only saw them one other time, and this time, I did cross the street!!! Jack Red Heart Diary Kate flashed him a milk white smile. "Yeah I guess so," she said, "But this was so cool. It was great to see boys with their toys." "Ahh so you have an interest in the things boys play with," Jeff replied with a wink. "Somehow I'm more intrigued with what girls do to amuse themselves..." His cock stirred as a lurid image flashed though his mind of Kate with a lipstick vibrator up against her swollen clit. Kate giggled at the innuendos and felt a fluttering rush through her belly as Jeff placed his hand on the small of her bare back, where her shirt had crept up, and guided her towards the path that would lead them back to the lot where his car was parked. The feeling of skin on skin as he touched her made her nipples harden. God his hands were so big, so warm, she thought as the wetness inside her panties began to seep. "What girls do to amuse themselves," Kate said breathlessly as they reached the car. "I don't suppose shopping counts does it?" Jeff opened the passenger door and glanced towards the car show in the distance. Anybody glancing in their direction wouldn't see much more than the top of their heads. "Well," he said in a low growl, "It all depends on what you're shopping for." His cock throbbed painfully in the tight confines of his trousers. He could see the outline of her nipples, they were jutting out proudly and she was standing motionless against the car, making no move to get inside. Jeff took a deep breath and moved a flyaway piece of hair from her face before leaning in to kiss her. His heart hammered in his chest as he tried to wrap his head around what was happening. Up until now everything had been his wanting imagination at work. She might still push him away, shocked at his advances. But she didn't, instead she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back urging his lips to part by pressing her tongue against them. He wanted to take more of her into his mouth but didn't want to blow it by rushing things. Since she was so eager he let her warm tongue slide into his mouth and dance with his. He moved in closer until the swell of her breasts were pressing up against his chest and his groin was meshed up against hers. She squirmed a little against him teasing his stiff cock with her body while his hands roamed along her waist and up to her breast. God, he wanted to tear off her shirt and drag aside her bra to see her body, to drink in the form that he had fantasized about so often. She pulled her lips from him and sucked in a breath of air before latching onto his mouth again. The kiss that had started off tentatively had now become aggressive and passionate. His tongue speared her mouth possessively as his lust raged. Jeff pulled away from her breathing hard. "How about we go to your dorm?" He asked, watching her intently to measure her reaction. "Oh God, no we can't," she said sucking on her lower lip. "My roommate's there and my boyfriend has a bad habit of dropping by unannounced. He was kind of mad at me working tonight." Jeff felt his stomach sink to his knees. Fuck, was she just a cock tease or what? That was the last thing he'd expected her to say. "Roommate?" he spluttered, thinking back to her diary entry. "But I thought you said-" Her dark eyes looked at him questioningly when he stopped in mid-sentence. "You thought I said what?" Damn, that was a near-slip. Way to close for comfort. "Nothing," Jeff shot back. "You've got a boyfriend?" "Ex-boyfriend. I meant to say ex, it's all over between us but he was kind of hoping that Valentine's Day would rekindle things. That's why I avoided him tonight. Still, it wouldn't be a good idea for us to be seen together at the dorm. It could cause me problems on campus and with my scholarship. Please don't... take it personally." So this was her idea of a polite dismissal. "I won't." Jeff replied moving to open the door for her. She grabbed his hand and stared into his eyes. "You're not mad at me are you?" "Of course not," Jeff said abruptly, cursing himself for having even assumed anything might happen. "Why would I be mad at you?" "I don't know," Kate pouted, "Things were going so well between us, and now it feels... different. I just don't want you to get into trouble with Sharon." "Sharon?" Jeff laughed cynically. "She'll be fast asleep by the time I get home and probably won't even hear me. Besides, we sleep in separate bedrooms now and quite frankly at this point, what I do is none of her business." He watched as the corners of Kate's mouth arched into a wicked smile. "You're sure?" she asked, her voice threaded with sultry promise. "Yeah, I'm positive," Jeff said grabbing her hand as it made its way to his deflating erection. "The question is what do you want Kate?" He fixed his brown eyes on her and she watched the emotions play across his face. There was lust there and longing, but also apprehension. Kate angled her face to catch the moonlight and reached up for her breasts. She massaged them with both hands, kneading the already tense flesh. She took her nipples between thumb and forefinger and squeezed them beneath the blue cotton of her shirt. "I want you to fuck me," she said simply as she quickly unbuttoned the shirt and unsnapped the front clasp of her bra. Her tits sprung free, big round orbs with dark nipples that ached for his touch. "Oh God..." Jeff groaned swallowing the dryness in his mouth as his heart thundered against his ribs. In all his life he had never seen anything as wonderful as the girl who was standing without inhibition, leaning against his car door. Kate's long black hair cascaded across her shoulders and framed her features. Big dark nipples stretched toward him, begging to be caressed as her ribs rose and fell with her heavy breathing. Her left hand cupped one heavy breast, while her right hand reached for the hem of her skirt. She hooked her fingers beneath it and lifted it the millimeters that made the difference. Mesmerized, Jeff's eyes followed her. They feasted hopelessly on the triangle of white panties, framed against the sculpture of her thighs. He tore his eyes from her for a second and scanned the area over the top of the car to see if anyone was approaching. It was all clear; the closest people were gathered across the field at the car show. His cock ached in the impossibly tight confines of his pants as he moved to unbuckle his belt and open his zipper. Kate slipped down her panties with the sinewy grace of a cat. She stepped out of them as she moved forward towards Jeff. They lay on the ground at his feet like the white flag of her surrender. The combination of her delicate beauty and lascivious lust was too strong for him to endure. With a strangled cry he leaned in and took her nipple into his mouth sucking around the big areola while his hand snaked between her thighs. Kate shook with desire as Jeff touched her. The evidence of his arousal pressed into her; it was hard as steel against the pit of her stomach. Her hand brushed over it and slid inside his pants. The material was hot, radiating the fire below. She could tell he was big, bigger than she had ever had in her young life. Suddenly fear flew into the delicious mix of her emotions. Could she handle this? Could this be done? "Oh God Kate, touch it, stroke it please," Jeff groaned as he tore his mouth from her breast. He couldn't take it any longer and he reached down to free himself. Kate gasped as it sprung at her hand and the burning heat seared her fingers. She could feel the blood coursing within him, the shining skin stretched tight as a drum around his passion. She reached down to the base of his cock, to the sweat soaked hairs and grasped him in her small hand before dropping to her knees and breathing in the musky scent of his maleness. "Oh Jeff," she murmured, hardly able to believe this was not some fevered dream. Her fingers traced the outline of his thickness, lingering on the taut veins, marveling at the steel of him, at the slipperiness of his tip. She laid her lips on him and Jeff's hands moved to the back of her head, pleading silently for her to do thing he wanted so much. Kate took a deep breath and placed her tongue at the tip of his cock. She rested it there for a second, at the opening, not moving, just letting the wetness of her merge with the moisture of him. Jeff let out a shaky breath, she had him worked up like a burning furnace of lust. He wanted to force his cock past those glistening ruby lips and choke her with it. But then, her tongue began to move. It traced a small circle at the tip and licked at the helmet head. The taste of him drove her wild. She flattened her tongue against him and lapped thirstily, licking him first like a lady and then greedily, like the hungry child she was. She suckled the top of him, and then ran her tongue down the shaft, nibbling at the base before running up again to the peak with its tiny fountain of liquid desire. A groan rumbled from the back of his throat and she felt his hands tighten at the back of her head. She looked up at him as her tongue pleased him. His eyes locked with hers and she saw they had that dreamy look of abandonment. "Is that good baby," she asked letting her mouth slip from him but still working the skin of his shaft up and down with her hands. "Fucking...unbelievable," he groaned. "Yeah," she moaned, getting up, "You feel amazing; I want to feel you inside me now." As she spoke she stood on tiptoe, and with both hands she guided him to her pussy. For a long second he stayed there, staring into her dark eyes, throbbing against her wetness, nestling against the soft lips that guarded her entrance and then his powerful hips thrust forward, spearing his cock into her depths, lifting her up against the cold metal of the car. Kate's mouth hung open in amazement and the wind whistled from her lungs at the force of his invasion. Her skirt was around her waist, her naked breasts crushed against his shirt. The heels of her shoes slid against the ground as she tried to steady herself for his onslaught. Above her face, Jeff's eyes were hooded with desire. He had become an animal, he was no longer Sharon's husband and Allison's dad, he was a virile stud and for this blissful moment he was free of all the ties that bound him, all the worries that plagued him. Kate was painted around him; he was alive inside her, gripped tight by her velvet walls, held captive by the body that he had fantasized about. "Ooh, God." Kate moaned, in unabashed pleasure as her hot ass, wet like a river from her juices slipped and slid against the car as Jeff reared inside her. She battled to make room for him but at the same time there was only the most glorious tightness and wet friction as she gave over the gift of her body to her older lover. She felt the approach of the sweet well-known feeling as her orgasm began to build. The sweat poured shamelessly between her breasts, the cleavage of her ass was drenched with it, and the scent from their fucking filled the air around them The sound of distant voices coming closer broke through the lust induced fog in their fevered brains. "Shit" Jeff cursed, "There's someone coming." The voices got louder; there were definitely more than two of them. A woman's laugh rang out and their words became more audible. The logical thing to do was to stop, but Kate's cunt was clamped around him possessively, her nails dug into his ass to hold him there. His own body was ablaze with pleasure and the danger of being discovered suddenly pushed his passion up a notch. "Don't you dare stop fucking me," Kate moaned. Her body began to tremble as she was swamped in waves of building excitement. "Oh Jeff, I'm going to come, Ooooh God," she cried panting as she rushed towards her release. Jeff grunted as he moved faster and faster to a furious rhythm. His stomach banged against hers, fearsome, ferocious as he headed to his own moment. He didn't pause as he came. An animal growl exploded in the depths of his throat. It was the signal Kate needed. She clamped down over him and threw back her head as she exploded, her pussy muscles milking him of his boiling cum as the fountain of her passion seeped over him. The sound of an engine starting up nearby brought them back to reality. A transmission engaged and a car drove away, passing within a stone's throw of where they were standing. "Fuck, that was close," Jeff groaned, his heart still thudding in his chest. "Fuck, that was good," Kate said smiling mischievously. *** Jeff drove up the familiar path in the dorm complex and stopped at the sidewalk that would lead to Kate's unit. He remembered her earlier words about not wanting to cause problems on campus and he kept the engine running. "I'll let you walk in on your own, "he said. "That way if anyone asks questions, you can just say you were being dropped off." "Thanks," she said smiling sultrily. "I had fun tonight." Jeff grinned, "I think I had the most fun I've had in a long time." Kate laughed. "You... you want to call me?" It had been years since Jeff had been in a conversation like this. The realization struck him with a jolt. He had just had crazy wild sex with a teenager and for a moment, he felt like he did when he was back in college; eager for another date, another wild night of passionate discovery. It was almost surreal, like he was in a dream. "Yeah, I'd love to call you, but I don't want to cause you problems. You know, with your roommate or the campus." "You can call me on my cell phone," she said, reaching into her bag and bringing out a piece of paper and a pen. She scrawled her number in bright pink ink and then drew a heart next to it. "Don't lose it," she whispered. "And if you like, you can leave some sexy messages on the voicemail. No body has access to it except me." She looked around before leaning across the seat and kissing him quickly on the lips. Then she gathered her faded denim bag and bounced out of the car. Jeff watched the roll of her hips as she walked away. Suddenly she stopped, dug into her bag and walked back towards him. She slipped into the passenger seat again. "You want to keep this?" she asked with a glint in her eye. "As a souvenir?" "A souvenir? What do you mean," Jeff said staring wide eyed at the charcoal diary in her hands. The little red heart shone luminously in the dim light of the car. "What's this?" "C'mon, you don't have to pretend any more," she said with a wicked grin on her face. "It did exactly what it was intended to do. I'm just going to throw it away now, unless you want to keep it." "Did what it was intended to do?" Jeff said stunned at her revelation. She rolled her eyes. "Brought us together, silly! You found it, just as I hoped you would, and took the bait, otherwise you'd probably still be staring at me not making a move." Shit, this couldn't be happening. "You're kidding me. You planted the diary! So I would read it?" A smug grin lit up her face. "Well a girl's got to do what she can to get her Valentine, and when you finally got the hint, you just shot forward like an arrow into my quivering heart." Jeff stared out of the window trying to piece together what was unfolding. "But when you came back to get it, you were almost in a panic." Kate nodded confidently. "Was it convincing?" "Hell yes," Jeff said as he settled back into his seat. She laughed, "Hey, I'm a Theatre Major, what can I say? Besides... they don't call me a drama queen for nothing." Jeff shook his head slowly. Fuck, it was unbelievable, what a night it had been! "Ok," he said finally, "I'll call you." Kate leaned forward and smiled. "Thank you for the best Valentine's Day of my life," she said softly brushing a small wisp of hair from his forehead and kissing him tenderly. "And I promise you, it was no act." THE END Author's note: Thank you for taking the time to read this. Please vote and I'd love to have your feedback as well.