0 comments/ 5155 views/ 0 favorites Remembering Tomorrow By: cnspots John loved to masturbate. He was in the shower at his home in San Diego. It was a million-dollar home left to him by his dying father. It was a huge house with luxury materials. The house had made numerous articles and was even shown in "Southern If masturbation were like a volcano, and I the cum like the lava, then the strokes were like the earth moving its shelves. He was enjoying that right now. He looked up into the Pacific, into the water with all of its boats and closed his eyes so the water ran down his face. He used conditioner to create the lubrication. He stroked his cock slowly and gently. He did not want to reach the climax too quickly. He began to think of Kerry whom he and met at the hospital while he was visiting his grandpa. She was tall, probably 5'7". She had long, black hair like an Indian or from the Mediterranean, maybe Spain or Italy. He did not quite know her eye color yet. Probably green or blue. She did not have the biggest breasts but the loved the shape that formed in her scrub top. He imagined they were hard and pink, the nipples, when she was turned on. He was He had to get ready to go see his grandfather at the hospital. He smiled while he buttoned his shirt. He threw on some jeans and some tennis shoes and he was ready to go. As he was leaving he started to think about Kerry. What was she doing? What did she like? How good would he get to know her? Would she go out with him? One thing John always thought was that you don't know unless you ask. He drove down I-5 to the hospital. The parking lot was full but he was able to find this spot near the road. He took it, parked the car, and walked inside to the elevator. He went up to the 21st floor where his grandfather was. He walked into the room and saw his grandfather talking with Kerry. "Hello grandpa," he said. He also said hello to Kerry and smiled. She smiled back. He looked back at his grandfather. "What is up, Pops? How are you feeling today?" His grandfather replied, "how bad can it be with this lady standing here. After all..." He raised his hand up toward Kerry. Everyone laughed. Grandpa always made everyone laugh, John thought. He remembered a story grandpa used to tell about the woman who broke her back trying to have sex with her horse. Grandpa was also a sexual deviant. John smiled. I have to keep grandpa toned down around Kerry. He'll try to pick her up. But who was he to stop that. She might like that. He looked straight at Kerry and caught her eye for a minute. "Seriously," he said. "How is he doing?" "He's doing really well. His blood pressure is stable and his and his oxygen levels are good. Umm, Sir, can I see you outside for a minute?" Little did Kerry know that he was going to follow her anywhere. "Everything is fine with your grandfather but his Alzheimer's seems to be worsening. He goes in and out of knowing where he is. We try to keep him calm but it is becoming more and more common." She let that sink in for some time. "Well, what can we do?" John asked sincerely. But there was nothing to be done, Kerry thought sadly. It was going to be whatever it was going to be. As much as she did not want to say so, there was many a sickness that medicine could do nothing for. John looked deep into her eyes and saw the answer. He just could not imagine life without grandpa. Kerry reached out and laid her hand on John's arm and said "were going to do all that we can." John believed her but he still thought of his grandfather as someone who would always be around. He guessed that that was never true. He appreciated Kerry's sincerity. She turned to go and he watched her after move down the hall. Her pants were tight against her ass and she moved from side to side. He liked to watch her walk away. There was something safe about that, John thought. "Hey, Kerry" he called out to her. She stopped and turned around. Remember John, you don't know until you ask. "Would you like to grab some lunch?" There, he did it. He asked her out and now he had the wait for her answer. She was a long way down the hall but he remained still. Always the poker player. "Yes, I think that would be very nice." She said and John's heart jumped. "Have you ever been to Rubio's?" He asked her down the hall. She shook her, no. "Then that is where we will go." "How about an hour?" She said and told him that she would come back to the room. Well, that is that John thought. She going to go out with me. And that is all that I wanted, for now, he told himself. John sat out with his grandfather for the hour that it took Kerry to come back. He talked of staying in the house and going to the beach. And he told him that there was no significant other in the picture. John liked out the window and thought longingly about Kerry. You never knew what lay ahead. John's grandfather was laughing and John thought he could not recall what on earth his grandfather had said. I have to be more considerate, he thought but he could not get Kerry out of his mind. He laughed then followed along as best he could. He breathed a big sigh of relief when Kerry walked in almost an hour later. He loved his grandfather, make no mistake. He was just very turned on by Kerry. "Well good by grandpa. Going to grab some lunch with Kerry." He smiled at his grandfather as he bent down and kissed his forehead. He grabbed Kerry and moved out of the room. They made their way down to the parking lot and found John's red Porsche that his father had left with the house. John pulled out of the parking lot and headed towards the beach. "Do you like fish tacos?" He asked her. "Absolutely." She said. "I fell in love with Rubio's the first I came out here to San Diego." He hoped she would like it. "Well, I love Rubio's also." Kerry smiled at John. John felt much better. They would go and have a nice time at one of the umbrella tables and the courtyard. Maybe lunch would lead to dinner. John smiled. Little did he know, Kerry was thinking the same thing. She reached out and grabbed his hand on the gearshift. Suddenly John's arm began to tingle. This lady was absolutely beautiful. It turns out she had green eyes. John's favorite. And a smile to go over her entire face when she let it loose. She had long fingers. John thought for a minute about the saying "you know what they say about men with big feet. Pause. They had a big heart." That always got a laugh from the women. John wondered what long fingers meant? There wasn't much traffic so they made it to Rubio's in about 20 minutes. John hoped that was okay for Kerry's lunch. He hoped there was not a clock hanging over their head. He parked and they went inside hand in hand. They had a great lunch together. They watched the traffic. They watched people walking to the beach. They laughed and told stories. When Kerry said she had to go back to the hospital, John did not want to take her back to work. He wanted to play. But, alas, it had to happen. Moving mapThey laughed together at a joke that John told. "I really had a nice time," she said. "Maybe we could do this again." John drove her back to the hospital and a walk together to the elevator where she had to split. John leaned over and kissed her. She kissed him back. John rode to his grandfather's floor, smiling. He spent the rest of the day with his grandfather. The whole way home John thought out where he might take Kerry for their date. As he drove into the garage for the overtly large house, he parked and went inside, straight to the liquor. Bushmills on the rocks. He brought it to his mouth and drinking it was like having an orgasm or drinking a woman having an orgasm. God, that was good, he thought as he drank. He glanced quickly at his watch and saw pay them that in a few minutes the fireworks the starting over Sea World. John had a prime seat right outside on his deck. They were beautiful as they exploded over the Bay. One firework followed another and trickled down from this sky. There were boats on the water stopped to see the fireworks, hanna bees in Japanese, he remembered his first wife telling him. She had taught English to Japanese workers in a factory right after college. He had it. He knew where he would take Kerry on their second date. The Fishermen's Wharf in La Jolla. It was a little loud but the dinner was straight from the Pacific and was like candy on their tongues. And the deserts were like they had grown the fruits in the backyard and picked them straight from the vine. That reminded him, he needed to call her and ask her out. She had given him her cell phone number while at lunch. He picked up the phone and started to dial. "Hello " Kerry picked up and spoke clearly. "Hey you." John spoke and waited for her reaction. "Oh my God, I didn't expect your call." "Why not? Is it okay?" John said. "Yes. I don't know. I just did not know how you felt." "Well dear, I was hoping for dinner. What do you think?" "I think absolutely. Yes. How about this weekend?" "Done. How about if I pick you up around seven?" John thought to himself that the weekend was only a couple of days away. "This sounds great, John. Should I bring anything else?" She asked. John wasn't expecting that. He thought for a minute. And smiling, he said no, just yourself. "Great. I'll see you then." She said to John and then hung up the phone. He was overjoyed. Not only did he want to take her out but they also wanted her. He went outside, finished his drink, and went to bed smiling and as he had a hard on. In the bed he placed his hand over his cock and wrapped his fingers around it. He began stroking and feeling the electricity in his body. He closed his eyes and began to think of Kerry looking up at him while she moved her head up and down on his cock. It was getting hot and he could not hold on and was carried over the edge with Kerry sucking his dick. He came all over his hand and his stomach. He closed his eyes tight and pushed his head back against the pillow and pushed his body down against the bed. He squeezed and tightened every muscle in his body. He was still squirting a few minutes later. He stroked himself slowly and felt the knot in his stomach slightly loosen. He brought his hand to his mouth and licked the cum off of his fingers. He was listening to the sound she made and to the Hanna Bees far off in the distance. The next day he was running. He put on his running shoes and headed out to the beach. He had slept later than usual so his run began a little later than usual. He was running down the boardwalk on mission beach. It was full of sites and sounds. There was the old man with the fireworks on his side. He passed by a beautiful couple of girls in their bikinis, very well endowed, holding hands and walking together. Later on the ran by a small boy playing with a pail of sand on the deck of this rented the beach house. Tourists from Arizona converge on the beaches during the summer. They were known as Zonies. And they were everywhere John was running. There wasn't anything that like say gave them away. If you are a local, you just knew. John finished his run and decided he would swim back to the place that he started. He ran down to the water and jumped in. The water was like a fresh rain. It was so refreshing he wanted to do it again. He would have to wash his shoes. If that did not work he would have to find new ones. Hand over hand , he made progress and was eventually back to where he started. He walked out of the water and back to his house. He would have to fill the time until he went to dinner with Kerry. He went upstairs to take a shower. In the shower he started to think of Kerry and thought he would masturbate again. But he was starting to think he should back off. Keep some of the excitement for Kerry. He felt completely relaxed under the water as it ran down his back and his legs. After the shower he dressed in jeans and a T-shirt and made his way to the wet bar and poured himself a Bushmills on the rocks. John walked into his office and sat down at the computer. He was working on a novel and wrote for a while, wrote until he went to bed. As a freelance writer he had some control over his work environment. He could run, he could bike, he could even drink. Hell, he could have sex if he wanted to. He started to write and stayed there for hours. He finally went to bed about 2 in the morning. When he woke up, he decided to go for another run and swim. Then he went out for lunch. He stopped at Diego's and ate some salmon over salad. He felt much better. He then went back to the office to write some more. It was a beautiful fall day with the sun high in the sky. He looked around the restaurant and saw all of the unhappy people who chose to go to work. When they got home, they usually went further in debt. Somehow... When it was time, he got ready for his date with Kerry. It would take her to The Fisherman's Wharf. He wore a pair of black pants and a white button-up shirt with an undershirt. He had no hair to fix because he was shaved bald. You went down to his car and pulled out of the garage. He sped off to get Kerry. When he got to the address she had given him, he got out of the car and went on slowly to the front door. He was very nervous to be with her. Well, I guess it's now or never. He rang the bell. When she opened the door he was stricken. He was terrified. He was turned on. She wore a red sundress with sandals. Maybe it's that was all, he thought. He was seeing that her nipples were slightly hard. He also saw the formation of her breasts better than when she was in her nurse's scrubs. They were a firm round and bigger than he first thought. All he wanted was to touch her. So he quickly grabbed her hand and walked her to the car. He held on until she got in. He then walked around to the other side and they drove off to the restaurant. "Kerry, you look radiant and I love your dress." He thought of fair legs as they walked to the car. Very nice. As his father used to say, "she stands up and just keeps on going." And she did. She was both tall and elegant, leggy and graceful. "Well, thank you John" "have you ever been to the to The Fisherman's Wharf?" "No, I heard of this, heard it was very good but I have never been." "Well, you won't be able to say that after tonight." John smiled at her. She was even prettier than the first thought at the hospital. She had a pale moonglow about her face. It was all the way down to her cleavage. It was like oriental skin. She placed her hand gently on his atop the gearshift. He was surprised at first though he was very happy to keep it there. "John, I really looked forward to this. I want you more than you know." "You just come right out and say what you are thinking, don't you?" "Yes. I feel like it doesn't allow for misinterpretation." "Well you're very right about that. I'm glad you are. And by the way, I want you too." He sighed and smiled. This girl was truly one of a kind. A few minutes later, John pulled into the restaurant. "Here we are." "Let's hurry through dinner and get to the desert." She grinned sideways at John and he felt himself grow a little bit hard. The went inside and were seated near a window at the back of the restaurant, overlooking the beach. He felt like he was right where he was supposed to be. Surrounded by everyone that was supposed to be. From them you learn about himself, he told himself. "Would you like some wine?" John asked. She said she would. When the waiter came out he asked him to bring them a Bushmills on the rocks and a bottle of white wine. The best that they had. "What is that?" She asked John. "Irish whiskey. It's very good, very gentle." She looked sideways and said, coyly "well I'll have to taste it." "Well maybe you should." He shot back. The waiter came back and delivered the whiskey and the wine. John smirked. He thought it sounded like a poem. Maybe he would write that. That was be a good look at the two of them. He was rough like whiskey, she was delicate white wine. They perused their menus and drank silently while the waves crashed outside their window. She decided on the Chilean Sea bass mouse love like with vegetables and rice and he whitefish, Tilapia , and vegetables. They spoke quietly over candlelight and drank their drinks. "So John, what do you do?" He looked at her thinking. "Freelance writer. I write pretty much whatever I can sell. Right now I am working on book." "How cool is that! I've never met a writer." "Well you can't say that now." He held up his glass for a toast and she followed suit. She smiled and John really thought she was a very special girl. She was so beautiful. Her mouth was tight around her teeth and opened up her whole face. It was magical. What he didn't know was it, the drink and the wine was gone. He wanted to leave and to fuck her. But when the waiter came back and asked if they want another round, he said yes. He was enjoying the time with her. "So Kerry, tell me why the health field?" "I was with my mother and my grandmother when they both died in the hospital and the nurses were the greatest people I had ever met. And I decided that is what I wanted to do." "What else do you like?" "I like you." "I like you, too." "And what do you like, John?" "Eating pussy." He took a chance on that one. She might be, although he didn't think so, horribly offended. "Well then we should go..." Thankfully she was not upset. John left the tab and the tip in cash on the table. He stood and because he did not wear underwear and his hard on was noticeable in the front of his pants. He put his hand forward and she happily took it. In the car, she leaned over and grabbed his face and kissed, putting her tongue all inside his mouth. He was ready and kissed her back. When she finished and pulled away he quickly left and headed for his house. She was laughing and saying how much she wanted to be fucked. He wanted nothing more than to give it back to her, hard. They gone home and the pulled in the garage. "Is this okay?" He asks. "What do you think. Fuck yes." She said and reached down and grabbed his cock through his pants. She started rubbing. He did not know quite what to do. Should he pull her out and take her upstairs? Or just let her jerk him off. He decided to wait and see what she did. It was not disappointing. She reached up and slowly unzipped his pants which made his big dick stand straight up and she grabbed his cock. He was not the smallest and he was glad for that. Her hand wrapped around his cock fully. She stroked it and licked his ear. He dropped his head back on the seat and his eyes rolled . Her hand was warm on his cock. He felt like cum was not far away. He grabbed her hand and began stroking with her. "Oh fuck, Kerry, I'm going to cum. "In my mouth, baby." She said and rubbed even harder. She saw his feet push against the floorboard. She knew he was about to cum. She suddenly pushed her mouth down on his cock and sucked really hard. As soon as her tongue circled around his head one time, he exploded. Shot his load is straight into her throat. He kept cuming. And she kept swallowing. He thought for a moment, while his body hummed. There was a difference between someone who swallowed and someone who spat. It was like smoking crack. When she kept her mouth on your cock while you came, there was an ear ringer. It was like a train passing by and blowing his horn. Your ears actually rang it was so loud. She lifted her head smiling and he kissed her. He swirled his tongue around hers and helped her drink the cum that he shot into her mouth. He took a breath and got out of the car and came around to her door, slowly lifting her out. As they were both standing there face to face, groin to groin, he could not help looking into her eyes. They were dark green and they wanted more. There was no doubt. The entire way upstairs the trick was to get each other's tongue out of the others mouths. Of course, neither wanted to. They fumbled their way up the stairs to John's bedroom where they stopped. John grabbed her shoulders and spun her around to the wall and pushed her to it. "Oh, John." His arm wrapped around her and the put his hand on her stomach and his fingers went down to where her pussy was. The idea was he would run his hand through her pubic hair and push the underwear down. Remembering Tomorrow John loved to masturbate. He was in the shower at his home in San Diego. It was a million-dollar home left to him by his dying father. It was a huge house with luxury materials. The house had made numerous articles and was even shown in "Southern Living." The house was built high on a hill, overlooking Mission Bay. And the shower, it was one of his favorite places. John, now naked, had windows on all sides of the ceramic paradise and a door that went out to the deck. John like to walk out there with a towel and air dry after a shower. The shower head was above John and sprayed the water all over John's head and rolled down his back. The sun was bright outside as he watched through the window while he took his shower. If masturbation were like a volcano, and I the cum like the lava, then the strokes were like the earth moving its shelves. He was enjoying that right now. He looked up into the Pacific, into the water with all of its boats and closed his eyes so the water ran down his face. He used conditioner to create the lubrication. He stroked his cock slowly and gently. He did not want to reach the climax too quickly. He began to think of Kerry whom he and met at the hospital while he was visiting his grandpa She was tall, probably 5'7". She had long, black hair like an Indian or from the Mediterranean, maybe Spain or Italy. He did not quite know her eye color yet. Probably green or blue. She did not have the biggest breasts but the loved the shape that formed in her scrub top. He imagined they were hard and pink, the nipples, when she was turned on. He was building to cum. He thought of kissing her and eating her pussy and the sounds she would make. He stood up straight between her legs and she reached down and grabbed his cock with both hands. Here comes the eruption. He stroked faster and faster and when he came he squeezed his cock hard. The cum shot forward out of his cock and the waves began to crash all over his body. Everything moved in slow-motion, like the lava flow rolling out of the volcano. John stood below the water and it ran down his face. He loved that feeling. As his body continued to vibrate the continued to hold his cock as it started to soften. He grabbed the soap and cleaned up the cum from his hand and the wall. He stood there for a few minutes longer and let the water find ways and passages down his head and back. He had only met Kerry for a few minutes, but had every intention to take her out and win her over. He thought silently of being inside her. Maybe one day, he thought. That made him smile. He had to get ready to go see his grandfather at the hospital. He smiled while he buttoned his shirt. He threw on some jeans and some tennis shoes and he was ready to go. As he was leaving he started to think about Kerry. What was she doing? What did she like? How good would he get to know her? Would she go out with him? One thing John always thought was that you don't know unless you ask. He drove down I-5 to the hospital. The parking lot was full but he was able to find this spot near the road. He took it, parked the car, and walked inside to the elevator. He went up to the 21st floor where his grandfather was. He walked into the room and saw his grandfather talking with Kerry. "Hello grandpa," he said. He also said hello to Kerry and smiled. She smiled back. He looked back at his grandfather. "What is up, Pops? How are you feeling today?" His grandfather replied, "how bad can it be with this lady standing here. After all..." He raised his hand up toward Kerry. Everyone laughed. Grandpa always made everyone laugh, John thought. He remembered a story grandpa used to tell about the woman who broke her back trying to have sex with her horse. Grandpa was also a sexual deviant. John smiled. I have to keep grandpa toned down around Kerry. He'll try to pick her up. But who was he to stop that. She might like that. He looked straight at Kerry and caught her eye for a minute. "Seriously," he said. "How is he doing?" "He's doing really well. His blood pressure is stable and his and his oxygen levels are good. Umm, Sir, can I see you outside for a minute?" Little did Kerry know that he was going to follow her anywhere. "Everything is fine with your grandfather but his Alzheimer's seems to be worsening. He goes in and out of knowing where he is. We try to keep him calm but it is becoming more and more common." She let that sink in for some time. "Well, what can we do?" John asked sincerely. But there was nothing to be done, Kerry thought sadly. It was going to be whatever it was going to be. As much as she did not want to say so, there was many a sickness that medicine could do nothing for. John looked deep into her eyes and saw the answer. He just could not imagine life without grandpa. Kerry reached out and laid her hand on John's arm and said "were going to do all that we can." John believed her but he still thought of his grandfather as someone who would always be around. He guessed that that was never true. He appreciated Kerry's sincerity. She turned to go and he watched her after move down the hall. Her pants were tight against her ass and she moved from side to side. He liked to watch her walk away. There was something safe about that, John thought. "Hey, Kerry" he called out to her. She stopped and turned around. Remember John, you don't know until you ask. "Would you like to grab some lunch?" There, he did it. He asked her out and now he had the wait for her answer. She was a long way down the hall but he remained still. Always the poker player. "Yes, I think that would be very nice." She said and John's heart jumped. "Have you ever been to Rubio's?" He asked her down the hall. She shook her, no. "Then that is where we will go." "How about an hour?" She said and told him that she would come back to the room. Well, that is that John thought. She going to go out with me. And that is all that I wanted, for now, he told himself. John sat out with his grandfather for the hour that it took Kerry to come back. He talked of staying in the house and going to the beach. And he told him that there was no significant other in the picture. John liked out the window and thought longingly about Kerry. You never knew what lay ahead. John's grandfather was laughing and John thought he could not recall what on earth his grandfather had said. I have to be more considerate, he thought but he could not get Kerry out of his mind. He laughed then followed along as best he could. He breathed a big sigh of relief when Kerry walked in almost an hour later. He loved his grandfather, make no mistake. He was just very turned on by Kerry. "Well good by grandpa. Going to grab some lunch with Kerry." He smiled at his grandfather as he bent down and kissed his forehead. He grabbed Kerry and moved out of the room. They made their way down to the parking lot and found John's red Porsche that his father had left with the house. John pulled out of the parking lot and headed towards the beach. "Do you like fish tacos?" He asked her. "Absolutely." She said. "I fell in love with Rubio's the first I came out here to San Diego." He hoped she would like it. "Well, I love Rubio's also." Kerry smiled at John. John felt much better. They would go and have a nice time at one of the umbrella tables and the courtyard. Maybe lunch would lead to dinner. John smiled. Little did he know, Kerry was thinking the same thing. She reached out and grabbed his hand on the gearshift. Suddenly John's arm began to tingle. This lady was absolutely beautiful. It turns out she had green eyes. John's favorite. And a smile to go over her entire face when she let it loose. She had long fingers. John thought for a minute about the saying "you know what they say about men with big feet. Pause. They had a big heart." That always got a laugh from the women. John wondered what long fingers meant? There wasn't much traffic so they made it to Rubio's in about 20 minutes. John hoped that was okay for Kerry's lunch. He hoped there was not a clock hanging over their head. He parked and they went inside hand in hand. They had a great lunch together. They watched the traffic. They watched people walking to the beach. They laughed and told stories. When Kerry said she had to go back to the hospital, John did not want to take her back to work. He wanted to play. But, alas, it had to happen. They laughed together at a joke that John told. "I really had a nice time," she said. "Maybe we could do this again." John drove her back to the hospital and a walk together to the elevator where she had to split. John leaned over and kissed her. She kissed him back. John rode to his grandfather's floor, smiling. He spent the rest of the day with his grandfather. The whole way home John thought out where he might take Kerry for their date. As he drove into the garage for the overtly large house, he parked and went inside, straight to the liquor. Bushmills on the rocks. He brought it to his mouth and drinking it was like having an orgasm or drinking a woman having an orgasm. God, that was good, he thought as he drank. He glanced quickly at his watch and saw pay them that in a few minutes the fireworks the starting over Sea World. John had a prime seat right outside on his deck. They were beautiful as they exploded over the Bay. One firework followed another and trickled down from this sky. There were boats on the water stopped to see the fireworks, hanna bees in Japanese, he remembered his first wife telling him. She had taught English to Japanese workers in a factory right after college. He had it. He knew where he would take Kerry on their second date. The Fishermen's Wharf in La Jolla. It was a little loud but the dinner was straight from the Pacific and was like candy on their tongues. And the deserts were like they had grown the fruits in the backyard and picked them straight from the vine. That reminded him, he needed to call her and ask her out. She had given him her cell phone number while at lunch. He picked up the phone and started to dial. "Hello " Kerry picked up and spoke clearly. "Hey you." John spoke and waited for her reaction. "Oh my God, I didn't expect your call." "Why not? Is it okay?" John said. "Yes. I don't know. I just did not know how you felt." "Well dear, I was hoping for dinner. What do you think?" "I think absolutely. Yes. How about this weekend?" "Done. How about if I pick you up around seven?" John thought to himself that the weekend was only a couple of days away. "This sounds great, John. Should I bring anything else?" She asked. John wasn't expecting that. He thought for a minute. And smiling, he said no, just yourself. "Great. I'll see you then." She said to John and then hung up the phone. He was overjoyed. Not only did he want to take her out but they also wanted her. He went outside, finished his drink, and went to bed smiling and as he had a hard on. In the bed he placed his hand over his cock and wrapped his fingers around it. He began stroking and feeling the electricity in his body. He closed his eyes and began to think of Kerry looking up at him while she moved her head up and down on his cock. It was getting hot and he could not hold on and was carried over the edge with Kerry sucking his dick. He came all over his hand and his stomach. He closed his eyes tight and pushed his head back against the pillow and pushed his body down against the bed. He squeezed and tightened every muscle in his body. He was still squirting a few minutes later. He stroked himself slowly and felt the knot in his stomach slightly loosen. He brought his hand to his mouth and licked the cum off of his fingers. He was listening to the sound she made and to the Hanna Bees far off in the distance. The next day he was running. He put on his running shoes and headed out to the beach. He had slept later than usual so his run began a little later than usual. He was running down the boardwalk on mission beach. It was full of sites and sounds. There was the old man with the fireworks on his side. He passed by a beautiful couple of girls in their bikinis, very well endowed, holding hands and walking together. Later on the ran by a small boy playing with a pail of sand on the deck of this rented the beach house. Tourists from Arizona converge on the beaches during the summer. They were known as Zonies. And they were everywhere John was running. There wasn't anything that like say gave them away. If you are a local, you just knew. John finished his run and decided he would swim back to the place that he started. He ran down to the water and jumped in. The water was like a fresh rain. It was so refreshing he wanted to do it again. He would have to wash his shoes. If that did not work he would have to find new ones. Hand over hand , he made progress and was eventually back to where he started. He walked out of the water and back to his house. He would have to fill the time until he went to dinner with Kerry. He went upstairs to take a shower. In the shower he started to think of Kerry and thought he would masturbate again. But he was starting to think he should back off. Keep some of the excitement for Kerry. He felt completely relaxed under the water as it ran down his back and his legs. After the shower he dressed in jeans and a T-shirt and made his way to the wet bar and poured himself a Bushmills on the rocks. John walked into his office and sat down at the computer. He was working on a novel and wrote for a while, wrote until he went to bed. As a freelance writer he had some control over his work environment. He could run, he could bike, he could even drink. Hell, he could have sex if he wanted to. He started to write and stayed there for hours. He finally went to bed about 2 in the morning. When he woke up, he decided to go for another run and swim. Then he went out for lunch. He stopped at Diego's and ate some salmon over salad. He felt much better. He then went back to the office to write some more. It was a beautiful fall day with the sun high in the sky. He looked around the restaurant and saw all of the unhappy people who chose to go to work. When they got home, they usually went further in debt. Somehow... When it was time, he got ready for his date with Kerry. It would take her to The Fisherman's Wharf. He wore a pair of black pants and a white button-up shirt with an undershirt. He had no hair to fix because he was shaved bald. You went down to his car and pulled out of the garage. He sped off to get Kerry. When he got to the address she had given him, he got out of the car and went on slowly to the front door. He was very nervous to be with her. Well, I guess it's now or never. He rang the bell. When she opened the door he was stricken. He was terrified. He was turned on. She wore a red sundress with sandals. Maybe it's that was all, he thought. He was seeing that her nipples were slightly hard. He also saw the formation of her breasts better than when she was in her nurse's scrubs. They were a firm round and bigger than he first thought. All he wanted was to touch her. So he quickly grabbed her hand and walked her to the car. He held on until she got in. He then walked around to the other side and they drove off to the restaurant. "Kerry, you look radiant and I love your dress." He thought of fair legs as they walked to the car. Very nice. As his father used to say, "she stands up and just keeps on going." And she did. She was both tall and elegant, leggy and graceful. "Well, thank you John" "have you ever been to the to The Fisherman's Wharf?" "No, I heard of this, heard it was very good but I have never been." "Well, you won't be able to say that after tonight." John smiled at her. She was even prettier than the first thought at the hospital. She had a pale moonglow about her face. It was all the way down to her cleavage. It was like oriental skin. She placed her hand gently on his atop the gearshift. He was surprised at first though he was very happy to keep it there. "John, I really looked forward to this. I want you more than you know." "You just come right out and say what you are thinking, don't you?" "Yes. I feel like it doesn't allow for misinterpretation." "Well you're very right about that. I'm glad you are. And by the way, I want you too." He sighed and smiled. This girl was truly one of a kind. A few minutes later, John pulled into the restaurant. "Here we are." "Let's hurry through dinner and get to the desert." She grinned sideways at John and he felt himself grow a little bit hard. The went inside and were seated near a window at the back of the restaurant, overlooking the beach. He felt like he was right where he was supposed to be. Surrounded by everyone that was supposed to be. From them you learn about himself, he told himself. "Would you like some wine?" John asked. She said she would. When the waiter came out he asked him to bring them a Bushmills on the rocks and a bottle of white wine. The best that they had. "What is that?" She asked John. "Irish whiskey. It's very good, very gentle." She looked sideways and said, coyly "well I'll have to taste it." "Well maybe you should." He shot back. The waiter came back and delivered the whiskey and the wine. John smirked. He thought it sounded like a poem. Maybe he would write that. That was be a good look at the two of them. He was rough like whiskey, she was delicate white wine. They perused their menus and drank silently while the waves crashed outside their window. She decided on the Chilean Sea bass mouse love like with vegetables and rice and he whitefish, Tilapia , and vegetables. They spoke quietly over candlelight and drank their drinks. "So John, what do you do?" He looked at her thinking. "Freelance writer. I write pretty much whatever I can sell. Right now I am working on book." "How cool is that! I've never met a writer." "Well you can't say that now." He held up his glass for a toast and she followed suit. She smiled and John really thought she was a very special girl. She was so beautiful. Her mouth was tight around her teeth and opened up her whole face. It was magical. What he didn't know was it, the drink and the wine was gone. He wanted to leave and to fuck her. But when the waiter came back and asked if they want another round, he said yes. He was enjoying the time with her. "So Kerry, tell me why the health field?" "I was with my mother and my grandmother when they both died in the hospital and the nurses were the greatest people I had ever met. And I decided that is what I wanted to do." "What else do you like?" "I like you." "I like you, too." "And what do you like, John?" "Eating pussy." He took a chance on that one. She might be, although he didn't think so, horribly offended. "Well then we should go..." Thankfully she was not upset. John left the tab and the tip in cash on the table. He stood and because he did not wear underwear and his hard on was noticeable in the front of his pants. He put his hand forward and she happily took it. In the car, she leaned over and grabbed his face and kissed, putting her tongue all inside his mouth. He was ready and kissed her back. When she finished and pulled away he quickly left and headed for his house. She was laughing and saying how much she wanted to be fucked. He wanted nothing more than to give it back to her, hard. They gone home and the pulled in the garage. "Is this okay?" He asks. "What do you think. Fuck yes." She said and reached down and grabbed his cock through his pants. She started rubbing. He did not know quite what to do. Should he pull her out and take her upstairs? Or just let her jerk him off. He decided to wait and see what she did. It was not disappointing. She reached up and slowly unzipped his pants which made his big dick stand straight up and she grabbed his cock. He was not the smallest and he was glad for that. Her hand wrapped around his cock fully. She stroked it and licked his ear. He dropped his head back on the seat and his eyes rolledi. Her hand was warm on his cock. He felt like cum was not far away. He grabbed her hand and began stroking with her. "Oh fuck, Kerry, I'm going to cum. Remembering Tomorrow "In my mouth, baby." She said and rubbed even harder. She saw his feet push against the floorboard. She knew he was about to cum. She suddenly pushed her mouth down on his cock and sucked really hard. As soon as her tongue circled around his head one time, he exploded. Shot his load is straight into her throat. He kept cuming. And she kept swallowing. He thought for a moment, while his body hummed. There was a difference between someone who swallowed and someone who spat. It was like smoking crack. When she kept her mouth on your cock while you came, there was an ear ringer. It was like a train passing by and blowing his horn. Your ears actually rang it was so loud. She lifted her head smiling and he kissed her. He swirled his tongue around hers and helped her drink the cum that he shot into her mouth. He took a breath and got out of the car and came around to her door, slowly lifting her out. As they were both standing there face to face, groin to groin, he could not help looking into her eyes. They were dark green and they wanted more. There was no doubt. The entire way upstairs the trick was to get each other's tongue out of the others mouths. Of course, neither wanted to. They fumbled their way up the stairs to John's bedroom where they stopped. John grabbed her shoulders and spun her around to the wall and pushed her to it. "Oh, John." His arm wrapped around her and the put his hand on her stomach and his fingers went down to where her pussy was. The idea was he would run his hand through her pubic hair and push the underwear down. The only thing was she was not wearing any underwear. She was also shaved. Her entire pussy. He thought of the next best thing. From behind her, he slid his fingers down between her legs and her pussy was as wet as an ocean. He kissed the back of her neck and ran his tongue all the way down her back, all lifted up her skirt so that her ass was revealed. He then slid his tongue right between her ass cheeks. "Oh shit," she moaned. Hearing that made him go back to her asshole. His tongue darted in and out. She was moaning and grabbed her ass with both hands and pulling the butt cheeks apart, exposing the hole that was her ass. It was pink and called his name. His face went lower and his tongue began to lick her pussy. Meanwhile, his finger was massaging her against her asshole. She was, yelling his name. "Oh God, John I want it all inside me." His dick was rock hard. He really wanted to stick that up her twat. All in good time, he thought. Meanwhile, he pressed his finger harder and licked her clit even faster. She screamed out his name and he knew she was about to cum. He reached down between his legs and began to stroke himself. Faster and now and the pushed his finger all the way into her ass. At the same time he stuck his tongue all the way up her pussy. After a few more minutes, his finger up her ass, his tongue up her pussy and beating himself off the whole time, they both came together. He stood up, still with his finger up her ass, and came all over her backside. She also reached back and grabbed both of her thighs and leaned her head against the cold ceramic. He held her from behind with his softening cock pressed it begins her wet pussy and they both breathed heavy from the exertion. "Jeeesssussss. It was an incredible, John." "I know baby, it was for me too. Your pussy is so sweet. And your screams turned me on." "What is next? "She pleaded. "How about a shower?" "Good call." They proceeded to shower under the falling water. They both moved slowly while they washed their hair and soaped down. He washed his crotch and she, her pussy. John wanted her all over again. Just watching her touch herself turned him on. When the shower was done, he asked her if she wanted to air dry on the porch. She said , "Of course I do." And made both went outside on the porch. Naked to the night sky. Afterwords, they went back inside, and dry, got close in the bed, smuggling and holding each other close. She laid next to him and rested her head on his chest. Her hand traced a pathway to his belly button. She was intrigued and played there for a few minutes. And then her hand pushed down and landed on his cock. She kept it there and his dick began to stiffen. "So John, what was that?" She waited patiently for his answer. "How do you mean?" Playing stupid. "I mean was that fucking or making love to you? "What do you think?" "I would like to think we were making love." This was a serious conversation, one that did not necessarily deserve to be had the very first night. But the really did not mind. He liked Kerry. "I like to think so." John felt a stirring in his heart. Was that for her or for the sex? She was now stroking is very hard cock. "John, I want you in every hole of mine. "Your wish is my command, ma'am." His southern charm coming out. She threw her leg over him sat gently on his cock. She breathed out heavily and then slowly pushed down until his entire cock was inside her. She began to go up and down, vocalizing her pleasure. This was the first chance for him to take in her body. She was a beautiful and regal woman. She had skin of a Asian models. Her breasts were full with light brown nipples and aureoles were brown with a hint of pink and were rock hard. He reached both hands behind her back, found her hair and pulled slightly down. By her sounds, that was okay with her.. More than okay. She moaned her delight. She was moving up and down on his cock, faster and faster. So he grabbed her arms and pushed her to his left. She came off his cock and laid face down in the bed. He got behind her, rose up, and grabbed her back with both hands. His cock was right where her pussy was. He strengthened his hold on her back and rammed it home with all over the force he could muster without hurting her. He pressed down with both hands and began to fuck, moving back and forth, his cock feeling so good inside of her. He moved harder and harder. In and out. Her begs and vocalizations increased. She was going to start screaming and moaning very shortly. "Fuck me, John. fuck me hard." He obliged. He increased his rhythm. He bent forward and grabbed her right breast. The nipple was hard and be played with it, twirling it about with two fingers. He slammed his cock and moved her body forward and she pushed her ass backwards against him. She reached between her legs and pushed her hand around his balls. She squeezed and he knew he was over. He shot his cum all on inside her while her body shook. "Ohhh..." They both lay there, totally spent. "Okay, we have to stop for a little bit. I need to go see my grandfather at the hospital." He laid beside her and had his arm around her breasts. He could not help but grab one and squeezed the nipple. He hoped he sounded convincing. "Mmmuh." She was fading, obviously going to sleep. He quietly moved out the bed. He threw on a pair of jeans, running shoes, and for his T-shirt. Read on his T-shirt was "love me now, love me later, just love me." Within a few minutes, you was drives and move the downstairs to his car. The drive was minimal and the sun was warm. It was a good day. His thoughts returned to last night with Kerry. Loving her took the pain away from years alone. He almost wished she would be there when he got home. Maybe still sleeping. Last night was a marathon. He was at the hospital and parked his car. He went to the 21st floor where is grandfather was. But the room was empty. He started to freak out. "Where is my grandfather" he yelled. When we got no response the yelled again. A nurse, Kerry's friend Lisa , ran to him and said his grandfather had been moved to the intensive care. It turns out he had a stroke and was not doing well. John wanted to run to the ICU. He did and he found his grandfather wired up to machines. He slowly approached. "Grandpa , cool," he said John stood, helpless. Gone was the light in his eyes. Gone was the exuberance in his voice. Gone was the man who knew that his son was dead and that his grandson came every day to see him. Gone was the deviant that was his trademark. John looked through the window into the ICU and his grandfather and wanted to spend more time with him. But he knew the best thing was going away. And all he was asking for was his son. John had been trying to fill that void. There was nothing John could do and his grandfather needed to rest. So John left and went back home. He hoped Kerry was still there. He needed time with her. To understand what was happening to his grandfather. He pulled his car into the garage and saw Terry's car so he knew she was still there and that made him relax. He walked up the stairs and heard she was in the shower. He walked up to the opening of the shower and leaned against the door frame that was open all the time. There are actually was no door and the shower was so big and had the windows looking outside. He stood there quietly and watched her touching herself. She was rubbing her breasts, rinsing the soap off. Now her hands were moving in and out between her legs. When she was done he cleared his throat. "I didn't know you were there, John. But I am glad that you are. How's your grandfather today?" The look in his eyes told her that he was not doing well. "Was wrong, baby?" She asked him, concerned. "He took a turn for the worse. He is in the ICU now. And I don't think he's going to come out." "I'm so sorry, John. So sorry." And she walked to him and put her arms around him. He loved to be that close and she was wet from the shower and totally naked. What he could not think of that. He wanted to know what to expect, now. She was biting down on the towel. " I'm going to go out to the beach for a bit. Come outside when you get done, if you want." He slowly walked away and down stairs to the liquor. You walked out the back door and sipped on the drink. He had taken off his shoes and was barefoot in the sand. He stopped walking right as he came upon the water. He stared at the darkening sky. He knew this day would come he just was not ready and he stared off into the ocean. Kerry came out and put her head on his shoulder. They both quietly stared off. She finally spoke, cautiously. "Tell me what happened?" "For the last 12 hours he has worsened to the point where he needs a machine to help him breathe. And he asked for Frank while I was there. He didn't need to know who I was. And he will not last much longer. "Maybe he will recognize you tomorrow at work." "Oh baby, I'm so sorry. I s there anything I can do?" "Thank you, but no I think everything is done." They continued to stare into the ocean. As if that were going to do something. Maybe grandpa would rise up out of the water like Poseidon. Not likely but it was worth the thought. John smiled. Kerry's phone started to ring. "Hey Lisa" she said. "What? Why?" "Yes, of course I will tell him. You take care, girl." "Is my grandfather, is it?" John said. "Yes. He didn't make it. He is dead, John. I'm so sorry." She could barely hold back a tear herself. "I knew that. It's okay. Now he can see his son." "Let's go grab some dinner and then come back here and fuck." John wanted to take attention away from grandpa dying. "Are you sure you're okay with that? Are you sure that you are okay, John?" John thought for a second and then shrugged his shoulders. "I'm okay. Really I am because of you." "Okay." She said. So they left and went to have dinner at the Mexican restaurant. "Hey Kerry," John asked while they were walking. "I love you." Now there was a bombshell. "I love you, too. Remembering Tomorrow Afternoon In from the elements we come dripping with the rain that cut short our walk in the park. The warmth envelops us as we cross the threshold escaping the cool air as day turns to night. I brush a strand of hair from your cheek and we share a smile. I'm met with your rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes and wonder if there could be anything more beautiful on earth than you are at that very moment. A shudder of your shoulders breaks me back into reality. I shut the door locking away the biting wind. I usher you into the adjoining room. It's dimly lit with the efforts of a dying fire, but warm and receptive. We move to the hearth and while I add two more logs, you lean against the stone fireplace welcoming the heat. The new fuel crackling, I turn my attention back to you. Your damp blouse clinging to you reveals your feminine shape and I'm smitten. I suggest that you'll more quickly lose the chill once out of the wet clothes. I'm answered with a wry grin as you see through my thinly veiled rue. Caught, I concede to your gaze and decide on a more direct approach. Moving closer, my hand touching your cheek, we kiss. I withdraw, holding your gaze as I gingerly unfasten the buttons to your blouse. My touch tracing down your neck, I follow the subtle impression above your clavicle to your shoulder brushing aside the material. My breath catches as I admire the swell of your breast still hidden in lace. Another kiss, this one more protracted our tongues meeting and dancing. My heart is pounding and the tightening in my groin becomes more apparent. You move to the thick rug fireside as I remove my shirt. I turn to you in time to see the intricate lace fall to reveal two perfectly rounded breasts. I must have a look of hunger on my face as you smile and stretch in a supine position as if to tease me with your sublime form. The firelight illuminates your lithe figure and dances across your body. I lie down next to you leaning on an elbow drinking in the clarity of your eyes. My hand on your stomach, fingers casting flickering shadows as I first explore your shape. Your skin is beckoning velvet that I long to taste, no longer chilled, rather flushed and radiant. My lips find yours and a torrid embrace ensues, my hand slides to the small of your lower back willing your body to melt into mine. Your firm chest pressing against mine, the tightness from below has turn harder straining to break free. My lips leave yours to find your neck, my hand rising to cup a breast gently working your nipple between my fingers. Snaking lower, I find your other nipple and tease with teeth and tongue. Your breathing changes, relishing the sensations as I spar with your erect friends. My hands descend and loosen your trousers. My mouth lamenting the departure continues south seeking fertile ground. I slip your pants over your hips and toss them aside. I chide myself to slow, but I'm throbbing and anxious. Knees up, you smile, spreading your legs to welcome my eager advance. Your scent is intoxicating drawing me to taste of the ambrosia. Light kisses on your swollen labia to entice, gentle licks to tempt and tease. I hear a soft moan escape while I concentrate on your clitoris. Your hips rise slightly as if begging for a firmer touch. I submit and press my mouth to your sex. Your tangy wetness on my chin, I explore you suckling and licking. Your fingers stroke and grip my hair pulling me to you. I glance up past the perfect nipples to the face of ecstasy. You arch your back and your face vanishes behind your exquisite form. I circle your clitoris, urging it out from behind its hood knowing to touch ever so lightly on the peak of your sensitivity. Pressing my bearded chin against you, I continue to the sound of your rising voice. Your shuddering orgasm arrives and as the climax tapers, I retreat to the light kisses. I am fully engorged, taut, ready. My urges are no longer merely passionate, but brimming with animal desire. I'm sore as I open my jeans to reveal myself. Stroking your inner thigh, I lower to meet you. I feel your soft hand take me and guide me. You murmur something softly and smile. I'm inebriated, falling into your eyes. I slide effortless to fill you, to join you on this night of primal exploration. Remembering Tomorrow The only thing was she was not wearing any underwear. She was also shaved. Her entire pussy. He thought of the next best thing. From behind her, he slid his fingers down between her legs and her pussy was as wet as an ocean. He kissed the back of her neck and ran his tongue all the way down her back, all lifted up her skirt so that her ass was revealed. He then slid his tongue right between her ass cheeks. "Oh shit," she moaned. Hearing that made him go back to her asshole. His tongue darted in and out. She was moaning and grabbed her ass with both hands and pulling the butt cheeks apart, exposing the hole that was her ass. It was pink and called his name. His face went lower and his tongue began to lick her pussy. Meanwhile, his finger was massaging her against her asshole. She was, yelling his name. "Oh God, John I want it all inside me." His dick was rock hard. He really wanted to stick that up her twat. All in good time, he thought. Meanwhile, he pressed his finger harder and licked her clit even faster. She screamed out his name and he knew she was about to cum. He reached down between his legs and began to stroke himself. Faster and now and the pushed his finger all the way into her ass. At the same time he stuck his tongue all the way up her pussy. After a few more minutes, his finger up her ass, his tongue up her pussy and beating himself off the whole time, they both came together. He stood up, still with his finger up her ass, and came all over her backside. She also reached back and grabbed both of her thighs and leaned her head against the cold ceramic. He held her from behind with his softening cock pressed it begins her wet pussy and they both breathed heavy from the exertion. "Jeeesssussss. It was an incredible, John." "I know baby, it was for me too. Your pussy is so sweet. And your screams turned me on." "What is next? "She pleaded. "How about a shower?" "Good call." They proceeded to shower under the falling water. They both moved slowly while they washed their hair and soaped down. He washed his crotch and she, her pussy. John wanted her all over again. Just watching her touch herself turned him on. When the shower was done, he asked her if she wanted to air dry on the porch. She said , "Of course I do." And made both went outside on the porch. Naked to the night sky. Afterwords, they went back inside, and dry, got close in the bed, smuggling and holding each other close. She laid next to him and rested her head on his chest. Her hand traced a pathway to his belly button. She was intrigued and played there for a few minutes. And then her hand pushed down and landed on his cock. She kept it there and his dick began to stiffen. "So John, what was that?" She waited patiently for his answer. "How do you mean?" Playing stupid. "I mean was that fucking or making love to you? "What do you think?" "I would like to think we were making love." This was a serious conversation, one that did not necessarily deserve to be had the very first night. But the really did not mind. He liked Kerry. "I like to think so." John felt a stirring in his heart. Was that for her or for the sex? She was now stroking is very hard cock. "John, I want you in every hole of mine. "Your wish is my command, ma'am." His southern charm coming out. She threw her leg over him sat gently on his cock. She breathed out heavily and then slowly pushed down until his entire cock was inside her. She began to go up and down, vocalizing her pleasure. This was the first chance for him to take in her body. She was a beautiful and regal woman. She had skin of a Asian models. Her breasts were full with light brown nipples and aureoles were brown with a hint of pink and were rock hard. He reached both hands behind her back, found her hair and pulled slightly down. By her sounds, that was okay with her.. More than okay. She moaned her delight. She was moving up and down on his cock, faster and faster. So he grabbed her arms and pushed her to his left. She came off his cock and laid face down in the bed. He got behind her, rose up, and grabbed her back with both hands. His cock was right where her pussy was. He strengthened his hold on her back and rammed it home with all over the force he could muster without hurting her. He pressed down with both hands and began to fuck, moving back and forth, his cock feeling so good inside of her. He moved harder and harder. In and out. Her begs and vocalizations increased. She was going to start screaming and moaning very shortly. "Fuck me, John. fuck me hard." He obliged. He increased his rhythm. He bent forward and grabbed her right breast. The nipple was hard and be played with it, twirling it about with two fingers. He slammed his cock and moved her body forward and she pushed her ass backwards against him. She reached between her legs and pushed her hand around his balls. She squeezed and he knew he was over. He shot his cum all on inside her while her body shook. "Ohhh..." They both lay there, totally spent. "Okay, we have to stop for a little bit. I need to go see my grandfather at the hospital." He laid beside her and had his arm around her breasts. He could not help but grab one and squeezed the nipple. He hoped he sounded convincing. "Mmmuh." She was fading, obviously going to sleep. He quietly moved out the bed. He threw on a pair of jeans, running shoes, and for his T-shirt. Read on his T-shirt was "love me now, love me later, just love me." Within a few minutes, you was drives and move the downstairs to his car. The drive was minimal and the sun was warm. It was a good day. His thoughts returned to last night with Kerry. Loving her took the pain away from years alone. He almost wished she would be there when he got home. Maybe still sleeping. Last night was a marathon. He was at the hospital and parked his car. He went to the 21st floor where is grandfather was. But the room was empty. He started to freak out. "Where is my grandfather" he yelled. When we got no response the yelled again. A nurse, Kerry's friend Lisa , ran to him and said his grandfather had been moved to the intensive care. It turns out he had a stroke and was not doing well. John wanted to run to the ICU. He did and he found his grandfather wired up to machines. He slowly approached. "Grandpa , cool," he said John stood, helpless. Gone was the light in his eyes. Gone was the exuberance in his voice. Gone was the man who knew that his son was dead and that his grandson came every day to see him. Gone was the deviant that was his trademark. John looked through the window into the ICU and his grandfather and wanted to spend more time with him. But he knew the best thing was going away. And all he was asking for was his son. John had been trying to fill that void. There was nothing John could do and his grandfather needed to rest. So John left and went back home. He hoped Kerry was still there. He needed time with her. To understand what was happening to his grandfather. He pulled his car into the garage and saw Terry's car so he knew she was still there and that made him relax. He walked up the stairs and heard she was in the shower. He walked up to the opening of the shower and leaned against the door frame that was open all the time. There are actually was no door and the shower was so big and had the windows looking outside. He stood there quietly and watched her touching herself. She was rubbing her breasts, rinsing the soap off. Now her hands were moving in and out between her legs. When she was done he cleared his throat. "I didn't know you were there, John. But I am glad that you are. How's your grandfather today?" The look in his eyes told her that he was not doing well. "Was wrong, baby?" She asked him, concerned. "He took a turn for the worse. He is in the ICU now. And I don't think he's going to come out." "I'm so sorry, John. So sorry." And she walked to him and put her arms around him. He loved to be that close and she was wet from the shower and totally naked. What he could not think of that. He wanted to know what to expect, now. She was biting down on the towel. " I'm going to go out to the beach for a bit. Come outside when you get done, if you want." He slowly walked away and down stairs to the liquor. You walked out the back door and sipped on the drink. He had taken off his shoes and was barefoot in the sand. He stopped walking right as he came upon the water. He stared at the darkening sky. He knew this day would come he just was not ready and he stared off into the ocean. Kerry came out and put her head on his shoulder. They both quietly stared off. She finally spoke, cautiously. "Tell me what happened?" "For the last 12 hours he has worsened to the point where he needs a machine to help him breathe. And he asked for Frank while I was there. He didn't need to know who I was. And he will not last much longer. "Maybe he will recognize you tomorrow at work." "Oh baby, I'm so sorry. I s there anything I can do?" "Thank you, but no I think everything is done." They continued to stare into the ocean. As if that were going to do something. Maybe grandpa would rise up out of the water like Poseidon. Not likely but it was worth the thought. John smiled. Kerry's phone started to ring. "Hey Lisa" she said. "What? Why?" "Yes, of course I will tell him. You take care, girl." "Is my grandfather, is it?" John said. "Yes. He didn't make it. He is dead, John. I'm so sorry." She could barely hold back a tear herself. "I knew that. It's okay. Now he can see his son." "Let's go grab some dinner and then come back here and fuck." John wanted to take attention away from grandpa dying. "Are you sure you're okay with that? Are you sure that you are okay, John?" John thought for a second and then shrugged his shoulders. "I'm okay. Really I am because of you." "Okay." She said. So they left and went to have dinner at the Mexican restaurant. "Hey Kerry," John asked while they were walking. "I love you." Now there was a bombshell. "I love you, too."