3 comments/ 15917 views/ 0 favorites Shrouded Intentions Ch. 01 By: gdavis It was a Monday night and like every Monday night I was at the Q-Club shooting pool with Jack and Michael. It was a tradition we started in college, and despite new jobs, marriages, and divorces we kept up the tradition for the seven years after college, well at least as best we could. The Q-Club was a dive bar on the outskirts of town. It wasn't a place you went looking for love, or even really for sex. The women tended to be tired locals just grabbing a drink with their old man. Every once in a while a couple of naïve young coeds ventured into the place, but usually with their jockish boyfriends, and they never stayed long, they don't serve cosmos at the Q-Club. So when she entered the place my eyes, along with everyone else's, were glued to her. She set ablaze the room. I mean she was all curves, full breast, round ass, luscious lips. She sauntered through the dimly lit room with her head held high like she owned the place. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She had on a tight red halter top and a black micro mini skirt which fit her curves just right. Her plump breasts shook as she made her way past the pool table in her black high heels. She looked right at me flashing a come hither smile before continuing onto the bar. I was stunned, I'm not a bad looking guy, but I'm not exactly used to girls of her caliber flashing me those kinds of looks. As she sat down at the bar, Ralph, the usually sloth-like bartender was on her like a bug to a flame. "Simon, what'll you waiting for? Didn't you see that look she gave you?" Jack quickly said. He was the only one of us who was actually married, so he was always pushing us to hit on anything that walked into the place. "Man, you're crazy," I answered back dismissing what he said and turning my attention back to sinking the five ball in the corner pocket. Of course I couldn't focus on the game and lost pretty quickly. Between every shot I glanced over to the bar. The barflies steadily moved in for the kill, but the lady in red dismissed each one who came within five feet of her, either with a curt word, or a cold glance. But each time I looked her way she would give me a soft glance back, fluttering her eyelashes and pursing her lips as she took a sip from her straw. She was eyeing me, there was no denying that. After Michael sank the eight ball I asked them if they wanted anything from the bar. They both smiled when I told them, but I just shook my head at their insinuation. I pulled up to the bar about four stools down from her. Ralph reluctantly trudged over to me. "So, Simon what can I get you?" he asked in his characteristically unwelcoming manner, like he was doing me a favor by serving me a drink. "Jack and Coke," nine years and I'll conversations never ventured much further than that. "Put that on my tab," her voice shot out. Both of us were caught off guard. Ralph gave her a puzzled look, and then glanced suspiciously over to me like he thought I was trying to play a joke on him. I just returned an equally befuddled expression. "You sure you want to waste your money on this clown?" Ralph answered only half joking. "Just put it on my tab," she repeated dismissing him with an unfriendly look before she left her stool and came down to sit next to me. "Thanks for the drink. I'm Simon," I started cautiously; this was a new experience for me. "You're welcome, Simon," she said drawing out the pronunciation of my name, "I'm Kate." "Nice to meet you Kate," I studied her face; there was something familiar there, like I had seen her before. "Do I know you, you look familiar?" "No need to give me that line, honey. I'm the one hitting on you." she said smiling, her soft green eyes drawing me in. "I wasn't trying....I mean I do..." but before I could explain, she casually placed her hand on my thigh and leaned over to whisper in my ear. "I think you're hot, Simon," she seductively stated. "Um, thank you," I absent mindedly responded. She had my head spinning. The rich aroma of her perfume, her piercing green eyes, her undeniably sex voice, everything about her seemed like a dream. "Aren't you going to tell me that I look good too?" she asked feigning offense. "I think you're gorgeous," I blurted out like a teen on his first date. "I like that," she answered with another sexy smile and by moving closer to me. "Take a shot with me Simon?" she ordered as much as she asked waving Ralph over with her hand. He had been watching intently every since she sat next to me. "Sure," she could have asked me to kill a man and I would have answered the same. "Good, two shots of whisky," she told Ralph when he made his way over. I insisted that I pay and after putting up an initial protest she relented and allowed me to do so. "To tonight," she toasted before we clinked glasses and slammed the burning liquid down our throats. She started asking questions about me. What I did for a living, where I lived, why I came to such a crappy bar. I tried to ask her about herself, but she dodged those questions, always turning the conversation back to me. I might have thought something more about it, but by my sixth beer I was beyond thinking clearly. All I could see were her large green eyes, and full round breasts, which were bursting out the top of her tight shirt. I knew she caught me looking, but instead of being offended by it she seemed to be trying to draw more attention to them, adjusting the hem of her shirt, fingering the small butterfly pendant on her necklace. Jack and Michael came over to tell me they were leaving. Kate was polite, but did nothing more than acknowledge them briefly when I introduced her. As I spoke to them she turned around to face the bar. Michael gave me a slightly puzzled look, but Jack just smiled and silently mouthed some frat boy encouragement as they left. Once she had my full attention again Kate was all smiles, like before. Actually she grew more attentive, her hands feeling my arm, rubbing my leg, her fingers even lightly glanced over my zipper. Despite trying to control myself I could feel my cock stiffen inside my jeans. "You do like me, don't you," she teased upon noticing the bulge in my pants. "Um...yeah, so what do you do for a living, Kate?" I asked trying to deflect attention from my lap. "Don't be embarrassed Simon," she said ignoring my diversion. Then she again leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry Simon, I'm not a tease. I want you just as bad. I'm going to..." she paused for a second darted her tongue into my ear and said, "fuck you tonight." I nearly came in my pants right there. I looked into her face to see if she was just joking, but she just looked intently at me and nodded her head. I could see the outline of her nipples against her top. She definitely wasn't joking. "You think you can handle me," she challenged running her hand up her own thigh. "Your place or mine?" I asked assertively, a single thought now running through my head. "Come with me," she said taking my hand and heading to the bathroom. She pulled me inside the ladies room and locked the door. I wrapped my arms around her immediately and pressed her against me, my stiff cock pressing against her soft ass. I kissed the side of her neck, her sweet perfume engulfing me. "Honey, your body is simply amazing," I exclaimed. "Oh yeah, you like it. Then fuck me Simon." "Right here?" I asked hesitantly, the women's bathroom was even grimier than the men's. "Yes, baby, right here. I want you right now," she urged me on, taking my hands and lifting them onto her breasts. She pressed my hands against the soft flesh. "How about we head over to my place, its only five minutes from here," I suggested. I was dying to be up inside her, but I also wanted to do it right, I wanted her in my bed. "Baby, I want it now," she begged, a hint of desperation in her voice. She turned around. I started to lean over to kiss her, but instead she dropped down to her knees in front of me. "Kate, you don't have to do that," I said, suddenly just wanting a kiss. But she didn't answer. She unzipped my pants and in a flash had my cock out of my boxers and into her mouth. It felt incredible. Overcome by the sensation I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes as I felt her juicy lips wrapped around my cock. She was sucking so hard I started to feel the beginnings of my climax already. But before I could progress any further she removed my cock from her mouth and stood back up holding me with her right hand, "Ready now?" she asked impatiently. She reached under her skirt and pulled down a tiny red thong. "Come here," she ordered pulling me to the toilet and pushing me down on to the seat. Once seated she pulled my pants down and attempted to straddle me, but I placed my hands on her hips to prevent her from coming down on me. "Hold up, Kate. What's the rush? Let's take our time," I tried to calm her down. "What's wrong? Don't you want to fuck me, Simon," she pouted. Doubt started to enter my mind, she was acting a bit crazy. "More than anything, but not here. My place is only a few minutes away. We can do it right. I'll make you feel better than you've ever felt before." "You can do that here, don't make me wait," she begged a soulful plea in her eyes. "But I don't even have any protection." "Don't worry I'm on the pill," she said, I should have told her that's not what I was worried about, but my brain, already disabled from the liquor, was completely occupied with resisting the temptation that my sex wanted to so badly be inside. I was about to cave, when there was a knock on the door, "What's going on in there?" boomed Ralph's scruffy voice, "You better not be trying to fuck in my bathroom." "I guess that settles it," I said relieved that the choice was made for us. I stood up and pulled my pants back on. Kate suddenly looked panicked like she didn't know what to do. I grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the bathroom. "Take your business somewhere else. We don't allow that stuff in this bar," insinuated Ralph, while disgustingly staring Kate up and down. I might have cared another time, but at that moment I just wanted to get Kate out of there and into my apartment, so ignoring Ralph and the handful of eyes upon us we walked out of the bar together. Outside in the night's cool air, Kate let go of my hand and clutched her arms as if to keep herself warm. There was a worried look on her face. "Come on Kate, there's a cab right over there," I pointed out mystified by her sudden transformation. "I can't Simon," she said. "What do you mean you can't? You were just about to jump me in the bathroom," I let out, instantly regretting the crudeness of my words, but the whisky and hormones rushing through me were having their effect. Kate seemed stung by the words. I calmed myself and softened my tone, "I'm sorry Kate, I didn't mean it that way. I just don't understand why you are so worried about coming back to my place." "I just can't," she pleaded. "Why not? There's nothing to worry about, Kate." "I know, it is just...." she searched for the words, but I interrupted her before she could find them. "Don't worry Kate, you're in good hands, I promise," I reassured her grabbing her hand and waving over the cab. I opened the door and she got in, giving me one last confused look before doing so. I told the driver my address and placed my hand on Kate's thigh, stroking it gently. She seemed to appreciate the tender touch and leaned her body against me as we rode silently. I remembered that she hadn't put her panties back on in the bathroom, so I gradually worked my hand up and under her skirt. She looked at me with alarm, but I gave her a playful smile, which in spite of her sudden cautiousness caused her to smile as well. Easing back into her previous mindset she slyly snuck a hand onto my crotch, stroking the outline of my steadily stiffening cock. My fingers reached the tuft of curly hair beneath her skirt and I lightly pressed a finger against her warm slit. I was so caught up in our activities I forgot that it was just a short ride. I gave the cabbie a twenty for a five dollar ride and led Kate up to my apartment. "Do you want anything to drink?" I asked her once in side, but she just shook her head. She actually seemed quite interested in the various pictures around the room. "Are those your brother and sister?" she asked pointing to a family portrait from when I was ten years old. "Yeah, Vanessa and Bobby, Bobby lives in Michigan, Vanessa just moved to Florida," I informed her, but she didn't seem to be listening. "They have blue eyes," she said as if shocked by the revelation. "Yeah, my father had blue eyes. I have my mother's brown eyes," I answered, curious of why the color of my siblings' eyes would catch her attention. But at that time I was even more curious to why we weren't naked and rolling around in my bed. She finally noticed the expression on my face, and as if snapping out of a daze, switched back on her seductive smile, "Now where were we," she asked walking towards me. I went to kiss her, but again she avoided my lips placing her mouth on my neck. But I had wanted to taste those succulent lips since she walked into the bar, so I placed my hand gently on her cheek and brought her face up to mine. There was a look of trepidation in her eyes, but I closed mine and kissed her sweet lips. She was stiff at first, but slowly, as if I were melting away a protective coating, she responded. First, by lightly pressing back, then by opening her mouth, her kisses grew more and more passionate until her tongue was intertwined with my own. We left a trail of clothing as we made our way to the bedroom. She fell on to the bed before me and I took a second to drink in the image of her naked sprawled across my sheets. Her breasts were perfectly round with wide, dark nipples. She had a sexy pooch belly, just enough to make her body seem even warmer and more inviting. I slid in between her thighs and she bucked up her hips to try and get me to immediately push inside, "I'm so ready, Simon, come inside me," she urged. I reached into my nightstand to find a condom, but she stopped me, "I want to feel you come inside me, you don't need that," she said, her soft green eyes overwhelming any rational thought I may have had at that moment. "Come on Simon, I want it, I want it now," she begged, the sound of her voice causing my cock to twitch. I reached down to part her outer lips before entering her. Despite all the theatrics she actually wasn't even wet yet. "I'm ready Simon, I'll be wet once you are inside of me," she tried to explain. But always the gentleman I wanted to make sure she was really prepped before I entered. I kissed her on the lips before sliding down her body until my head was in between her thighs. "You don't have to do that, Simon," she said, but I ignored her. My tongue gently delved between her slit. She gasped as I licked the tender skin inside her pussy. She remained still at first, as if trying not to let her body enjoy the sensation of my tongue inside her sex, but after a minute of steady licks I started to feel the tremors of involuntary movement. Her hips started to shake, and as I delved deeper I could feel the moisture start to increase. I stabbed my tongue deep inside her causing her breath to grow heavy. Her hands cupped her breast and her fingers tweaked her turgid nipples. She was completely into it now, her head flung back, eyes closed, tongue licking her lips as I supplied her with wave after wave of stimulation. Feeling her body urging me on, I lightly flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue. The response was immediate and violent, her hips bucked up and a moan sprang from her mouth. I carefully swirled my tongue around her clit, maintaining a steady rhythm as her hips rose and fell with each circle. "That feels so good," she let out spontaneously as I applied continuous pressure on her clit. Her sweet juice was starting to flow now, even my chin, rubbing against the bottom of her pussy was slick with fluid. I could tell she was coming close. Her moans grew louder and wilder, I loved hearing her lose control as I kept up the insistent onslaught on her sex. Suddenly she sat up and pulled on my shoulders to get me to stop, "I want to come with you inside me," she simply stated, any inhibition washed away by the feeling coursing through her body. I was just as eager to be inside of her. I rolled over onto my back and she climbed up on top of me, wasting no time in grabbing my cock and sliding herself down upon it. Her mouth formed a silent moan as she took me all the way in. It felt so good to be inside her. Her movements were desperate as she grinded against me. I started thrusting up, piercing deep inside her until I felt her pussy walls clench tightly around my cock. She let out a powerful moan as the feeling overcame me as well and I exploded inside of her. She lifted off of me and lied down next to me, her body slick with perspiration. We laid there silently enjoying the sounds of our heavy breaths. Woozy from the alcohol and the warm post orgasm feeling I fell asleep. When I awoke it was six o'clock in the morning and she was gone. ........................................ My husband saved my life when I was twenty-three. Wanting to end my life I swallowed a whole bottle of valium, but instead he breathed new life into me. His face was the first thing I remember seeing when I regained consciousness, that serious, but kind face. He told me everything was going to be okay and for some reason I believed him. I'll remember that moment the rest of my life. It does now seem like a whole different lifetime, everything that happened before John rescued me. I ran away from home when I was seventeen. My mom died the year before and I never liked the way my stepfather looked at me. When I turned eighteen I became a stripper, popping prescription pills to get me through each miserable day. I had a boyfriend who constantly told me he loved me, yet treated me like trash. He called me a whore, said that I was stupid, made me feel worse about myself than I already did. After him I bounced from one lousy boyfriend to another. Always thinking that I had found the one, the one who would save me, but never finding anything more than another creep trying to exploit me. Degrading me for dancing, while at the same time taking the money I earned from doing so. John was from a whole different world, an EMT and dedicated Christian. He invited me to his church group while I was still recovering in the hospital. I told him what I was, but he said it didn't matter. He said I still had time to change and again for some reason I believed him. I joined his group. He helped me break my addiction to pills and helped me get a job as a receptionist at the hospital so I could quit stripping. He encouraged me to go to school to become a medical assistant. I listened to everything that he said and followed his advice. We started dating six months after the incident. I stopped wearing make up, perfume, and tight clothing. He didn't even kiss me until our fifth date, and then just for a second, a peck on the lips. He proposed to me six months later and I said yes without any hesitation. I was happy for the first time in a long time. Our wedding night was the first time we made love. Despite being 29 years old at the time, I think it was the first time he had ever made love. What he lacked in skill, he made up in tenderness. I may not have obtained full physical pleasure, but it was the best sex I had ever had. He wanted to have children as soon as possible. He wanted to have lots and lots of children and I felt happy just knowing that he wanted to have children with me. Shrouded Intentions Ch. 01 After a year both of us grew concerned about my inability to become pregnant. I went to the doctor, but he said everything with me was fine. He suggested that John have himself checked out as well. But John refused. He said God didn't intend for doctors to interfere. We would have a baby when God wanted us to have one. I remained quiet. After another six months John's frustration started to manifest its self. He started to blame me. That God was punishing me for my past sins, my suicide attempt, my pre-marital sex, for being a stripper. He even accused me of having an abortion, saying that that was the reason I couldn't get pregnant now. I remained silent. We no longer made love, we mechanically had intercourse. Always him on top, me on bottom, I was too afraid to even move, fearful that he would see a glimmer of my past in the movement of my hips or the sound of a moan. We continued like that for another six months. It drained all the joy from our marriage. I was unhappy again, and growing desperate. I was afraid he would leave me, discard me like trash, like all the men in my life before me. Like my father who left when I was three. I tried to convince him to see a specialist, but he refused. He said it was me that was the problem, not him. That's when I started thinking about getting pregnant another way. I visited a sperm bank, but couldn't go through with it. What if the donor lied? What if there was a history of family illness that they concealed? And what if the baby turned out to look nothing like John? Then I saw him, Simon Walters, a patient at the doctor's office I worked at. He looked like he could have been John's younger brother. A little better looking, and with a different style and manner, but still like his younger brother. Just like John he had brown hair, brown eyes, and he even almost had the same nose. I tried to put the idea out of my head, but each time I came across his file the thought returned. I read through his file discovering that he was perfectly healthy. His family history was pretty clear, his father had high blood pressure, but that was about it. He even had the same blood type as John, O+. One day while waiting for the doctor I heard him talking on his cell phone. He told the person on the other line that he would be at the Q Club that night, like every Monday night. I knew of the place, one of my ex-boyfriends had often gone there. Suddenly it seemed so simple. John was covering a shift for someone that night, he wouldn't be home until at least six a.m. I was supposed to be ovulating that week, so I knew the chances of conceiving were good, and I knew I could seduce Simon, especially at a dive bar like the Q Club. It seemed like everything had aligned perfectly for that night, like it was meant to happen. At least that is what I convinced myself. I had Carla my friend who worked in the lab run a couple of blood tests on a sample just taken of John's blood. The test confirmed that he was healthy, and that he was free of any STD. Carla kind of gave me a look when I asked for the test results, but she didn't say anything about it. She didn't even question me when I asked to borrow some of clothes for that night. I think she knew what I intended to do. She knew how much trouble we were having in our marriage. She just told me to be careful when I left her apartment that night in a mini skirt and halter top that were both to small for me, which meant for that night they were exactly the right size. Just as I predicted it was easy to get Simon's attention. I was worried that he might recognize me, but I dismissed the idea when he started to suggest it. I knew I looked different enough in my work clothes for it not to be obvious. I kept asking him questions and ordering him drinks, wanting to get him to the point where he would do anything I asked. From the way he looked at me when he sat down, I realized that wouldn't be too hard to accomplish. I used all the old tricks from my dancing days, to capture him, put him under my spell. I started to enjoy it, the way he looked at me, at my breasts, at my body. It had been so long since I had been able to fully enjoy my sexuality, without having to worry about restraining myself. After his friends left I went in for the kill, dragging him into the filthy women's bathroom. I wanted to get it done as quickly as possible. He tried to kiss me, but I avoided his kiss. I sucked him until I knew that he was beyond rational thought, and then tried to get on top of him, but he stopped me. I guess I failed to get him drunk enough. He wanted to wear a condom, but that was out of the question. By the time I got him to forget about protection, there was a knock on the door and the disgusting old bartender made us leave. I couldn't believe he suggested that I was a hooker. Simon wanted me to go back to his place, but I was afraid. Not afraid that he would hurt me, but that something would happen. Someone who somehow knew me or John would see me there. But he convinced me to get into the taxi and I went with him. Inside the taxi he started massaging my thighs. I ignored him until he crept under my skirt, for some reason something I didn't expect him to do that. I remembered that I had left my borrowed panties in the bathroom. I smiled at the absurdity of what I was doing. I figured I might as well play along. The quicker I got him excited, the quicker he would be done, and the quicker I could go home. Inside his apartment I was shocked to find out that his family had blue eyes. I started to hesitate, but I realized that I had gone too far to stop. I decided to get it over, but he refused to let me carry out my plan easily. First, he insisted that I kiss him on the lips, a delicious kiss that caused me to remember past moments of true passion. Then he went down on me, something I hadn't experienced in the longest time. He was good at it too. He pushed all the right buttons, making me lose control despite my best efforts to remain focused. I came with him inside me, my first orgasm not self induced since before I met John. It was brilliant. I laughed to myself when he fell asleep afterwards, "Typical man," I thought to myself as I gathered my things to leave. I used his cell phone to call a cab and waited by the window for it to arrive. I wasn't afraid that he would wake up before I left. I had been around enough drinkers to know that the combination of whisky and sex would knock a man out for at least six hours. The cab arrived and I left, the sudden reality of what I had just done, hitting me as I rode home. Shrouded Intentions Ch. 02 I recognized her voice the moment she spoke. It was the voice that I had dreamt about for the past three years. That sweet seductive voice, that I can still perfectly remember whispering into my ear. "Simon?" she asked. "Kate, is that you?" I asked my heart racing as I pressed the receiver next to my ear. "How have you been, Sweetheart?" she asked in a sugary tone. "Is this really you?" I repeated the question in disbelief. "What's wrong, Sugar, you don't remember me?" she asked mocking offense. "Of course, of course I remember you," I said excitedly, "How could I forget?" "Good, I've been thinking about you," she purred into the phone. "What happened? How come you just left? Why didn't you leave your number? How did you get mine?" I fired off the questions that had been plaguing me for the past couple of years in rapid succession. "Slow down, Honey, there will be plenty of time for those questions later. What are you doing right now? Are you free tonight?" "Well...Yes, yes I'm free tonight." "Good, I'm in town. Do you want to meet me at my hotel room?" "Sure, but wait....I mean do you...." I tried to gather my thoughts. "Room 213 at the downtown Marriot. Meet me at nine. I can't wait to see you, Simon," she said hanging up before I could say anything more. Three years and suddenly she appears out of the blue. At least one question was answered; she was from out of town, probably just visiting every once and awhile on business. I can't say that night three years ago changed my life, but it had its effects. The couple of relationships I had since then had all been derailed by the possibility she represented, something mysterious, spontaneous, and wild. It was already seven o'clock so I hopped in the shower and got ready. Just the thought of seeing her aroused me. I pictured her sprawled out on my bed and relieved some of the tension in the shower. I arrived a couple of minutes early, so I grabbed a drink at the bar to calm my nerves. A jack and coke, hell even that common drink evoked thoughts of her. "What am I so excited about?" I thought to myself before heading up to her room. She opened the door and I instantly remembered why she left such a lasting impression, she was beautiful. An angelic face with those lovely green eyes and a cascade of lush, wavy brown hair. She was wearing a terry cloth robe. "Hello Simon," she welcomed me with a glowing smile on her face. "Its good to see you Kate," I was determined to play it cool, not let on how much I had thought about her the past three years. "Do you want a drink?" she offered. "Sure a glass of wine would be fine," She handed me a glass of red wine, and we stood there awkwardly for a moment, "So, how have you been? In town for business?" I finally broke the silence. "Um.. yeah, I'm here on business," she said her voice wavering slightly, "I've been good how about you?" "Good, good. So what kind of business are you here for?" I continued the small talk sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Do you really care?" she asked curtly, but with a smile on her face, "I mean we aren't here for small talk are we?" she asked rhetorically while removing the robe from her body. Underneath she had a tantalizing black lace bra and panties, with small roses embroidered into the fabric. She looked amazing, her full breast swelling out of her bra and her soft supple body calling for my touch. She gave me a smile, like she wanted to feel wicked, like she savored the look in my eyes at that moment as much as I enjoyed the view of her amazing body. "Do you like?" she asked almost laughing at the look on my face. "Wow," is all I could answer back my cock signaling its approval by twitching inside my pants. She gave me a little model walk as she approached me. The cloudy memories I had of that first night failed to do her justice. She sat down on my left leg and hooked her left arm around my shoulder, propping the soft flesh of her breast in front of my face. Her perfume was intoxicating, a fresh floral scent with a hint of vanilla. "So you've thought about me?" she inquired enjoying the effect she was having on me. "A couple of times," I answered back sarcastically, "What about you? Have you been thinking about me?" "Once or twice," she teased in the same manner "And what did you think about?" "Mmm...this," she answered kissing me on the lips gently, "And what have you been thinking about?" "This," I responded parting my mouth to taste her soft lower lip, maintaining the kiss until our tongues met. Her slender fingers unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it off my body. I kicked off my shoes and embraced her, pulling her down onto the bed with me. Her mouth ran across my bare chest and stomach as I ran my fingers through her lush brown hair. Her kisses grew stronger as she explored my body. I unhooked her bra and freed her breasts. She rolled over onto her back and I returned the favor, kissing the smooth skin of her chest and sucking on her already taut nipples. She parted her thighs so I could fit between. I could tell where she wanted me to go by the eager look on her face as I kissed my way down her stomach. I took my time, teasing her as I kissed the tender skin of her inner thighs. She was already squirming from me just being in the proximity of her sex. I could already smell the evidence of her desire. Slowly I removed her panties enjoying the look of anticipation on her face. Unlike our previous encounter her hair trimmed, just a neat strip of hair covering her sex. To make her wait a second longer I ventured back up to steal a kiss before creeping back down between her thighs. She was already wet, her pussy lips parted, awaiting my touch. I languorously licked her slit, each touch of my tongue causing her body to quake. I pleasured her like a slow stroll enjoying each crevice of her warm sex. The way her body moved with each caress and the low moans they intoned kept me rock hard as I brought her to orgasm. She cried out in pleasure, like she was relieving three years of accumulated tension in that one moment. I continued to lap between her now drenched pussy, content to hear her sing. As if awaking from a dream she shifted her body up and beckoned me to come to her. She turned around and bent over, her round rear scandalously jutting out. I entered her from behind, the first stroke sending lightening through my body. Her pussy was so warm and inviting. I slipped in and out, my cock delving deep inside of her. She came again, her moans now loud and unrestrained. I felt my own climax approaching so I pulled out of her, but she protested, "No, I want you to come inside of me! I want to feel you fill me." I was only too eager to comply and I released my seed inside of her, not in a thought in my head beyond the pleasure I felt. I fell back onto the bed, drunk off the sensations still coursing through my body. Kate surprised me by taking my spent cock into her mouth and sucking the juices of her union off my cock, "Did you enjoy it?" she asked removing her mouth from my limp cock as if she was seeking affirmation. "Yes," was all I could manage, my head still swimming. She smiled as if she hadn't been sure. She took my cock back into her mouth and hungrily sucked on it, bringing it back to life in a matter of minutes. I was shocked by her wantonness, but in a good way, a way that excited me even more. She straddled me and sat down on my cock. She rode me while I clutched her breast, her head flinging back as another orgasm ripped through her body. I followed closely behind, the sudden tightness of her pussy walls proving too much for me. We enjoyed each other once more that night, falling asleep only to wake up early in the morning and sharing another moment of mutual bliss. Her hunger only seemed to grow with each time. We had just finished for a second time that morning when she looked at the clock. It was already ten a.m. "You have to go," she said bluntly a tinge of panic in her voice. "Wait...why?" I asked confused. "I have to leave," she said. "Don't you want to take a shower first?" I asked trying to coax her back into the mood. "No, I don't have time," she rolled out of the bed and put back on the robe, ignoring me as she gathered up her things. "Wait Kate, what's the big rush?" I asked, "Do you have to catch a plane?" She kind of looked at me for a second and then answered, "Yes, I'm sorry, but I need you to leave so I can get ready. "How about I drive you to the airport?" "No...I mean its sweet of you to offer, but I'll just take a cab." "What's wrong Kate?" "Nothing, I just have to go." "Do you mind if I stay to take a shower?" She thought about it for a second then answered, "I'm sorry Simon, but I really do need you to leave now," she handed me my clothes. "Are you married?" I asked finally voicing the thought that had lingered in my head the past three years. She took another couple of seconds to think about it then abruptly said, "Yes, I am. I'm sorry but you have to leave." "I understand, but can I at least have you're number, hell your email address, anyway for me to keep in touch with you." I asked while putting on my pants. "I'm afraid I can't. I have your number I'll give you a call if I come back to this city." "But that isn't..." but she silenced me with a quick kiss and guided me to the door, pushing me out with only my pants on. "I'm sorry," she said before shutting the door. I tried knocking but she wouldn't answer. I put on the rest of my clothes as other guest gave me funny looks in the hallway. I decided to stay there until she left, knocking on the door every five minutes to see if she would at least open it to give me more information. But she didn't, instead after thirty minutes a security guard came and told me I had to leave the hotel. I couldn't believe she called security on me. I felt humiliated. I left the hotel and drove back to my apartment, hundreds of questions flooding my brain. ............................... My plan was a success. After five nerve racking weeks I discovered that I was pregnant. I waited another two to tell John, after I had been to my doctor to confirm it. John was overjoyed by the news, he said that God had finally blessed me for reforming my life. That made me feel even guiltier, but the happiness I felt from finally being pregnant overcame those feelings of guilt. We named our son Elijah. I had never seen John so happy. Our marriage was once again perfect, I felt justified in my sin. John was so ecstatic about our first son that he immediately wanted to have more. I tried to convince him that I needed at least a couple of years to recuperate and adjust to being a mother, but my arguments fell on deaf ears. So once again we tried to conceive. Of course nothing happened, but John was even more determined this time around, since he was confident that it would eventually happen again. It was joyless sex, I was tired from taking care of the baby and John was more intent on getting it done quickly than making it pleasurable. I started back at work six months after Elijah was born and grew even more tired. We actually began to bicker. I just wasn't willing to remain silent any longer. I thought about Simon often during that time. That one night I experienced with him was such the opposite of each night I spent with John. I found myself looking at his file at least once a week, sometimes more. Whenever I saw that he had an appointment scheduled, I would find a way to be out of the office, just in case he recognized me. Although once or twice I told the doctor that I had to go home for a couple of hours to take care of the baby, but instead waited in the park across the street, just to get a glimpse of Simon entering the building. After a little more than a year and a half of futile attempts with John I decided to give Simon another chance. I grabbed his number from the doctor's database and waited for an opportunity to call him. Finally fate lined up once again. John took Elijah to visit his Aunt in Arizona for a weekend, right when I was scheduled to be ovulating. John was angry about me refusing to take Friday off of work so I could go, but I firmly stood my ground. I knew Simon was in town since he had just been to the doctor on Wednesday for a check up so I felt confident when I made the arrangements at the hotel downtown. It felt refreshing to hear his voice on the other line when I called. I was surprised by how eager he sounded to see me. I was afraid he would have forgotten me like some cheap one nightstand. He showed up precisely at the appointed time. The desire in his eyes revealed exactly how much he had been thinking about me. He looked good, a bit more seasoned, not so much like a kid in college like the last time. Not to say that he looked his age, 31, which I knew from his file, he still appeared to be in his twenties. Last time it was my mission that fed my desire, this time the mission was the same, but I found myself physically wanting him as well. He was attractive, tall, athletic, and well groomed. He had style, he wasn't dull like John. Plus, there was the memories of what he did too me the last time. Just the memory of that sensation made my pussy wet. I can't even count the number of times I was with John, but actually thinking about Simon. I bought some special lingerie for him, the first pair I'd purchased since I met John. It felt exhilarating to buy it, knowing that Simon's lustful eyes would see me in them. His reaction when I took off my robe didn't disappoint. His jaw dropped, I felt sexy again. The sex was out of this world. He definitely had the touch. Our lovemaking carried over into the morning and I made the mistake of staying too long. I was supposed to have lunch at John's parent's house at noon, but it was already ten o'clock by the time I succeeded in getting him out the door. I felt bad about being so rude, he looked totally confused. He probably thought I was crazy. To make matters worse he tried to wait outside my door for me. I hated doing it, but I called security and had him escorted out of the hotel. Luckily he didn't cause any problems, but it was still ugly. Megan was born nine months later. She was beautiful. John again was the happiest man alive. But I couldn't just forget this time how badly he treated me while we were trying to conceive. When I was able to have sex again, I told him that I wanted to go on birth control. He flipped out. He couldn't believe I would want to do such a thing. It took as long enough to have two children, if we didn't keep trying we would only end up with two he argued. Plus, he blamed my previous birth control use for me not being able to readily get pregnant. I withdrew the idea, although I refused to allow him to treat me like some sort of birthing cow. I told him I wanted a normal sex life, not one predicated on my ovulation cycle. He verbally agreed, but it was clear from his actions that he was still trying to have another child. Then it happened. One year after Megan was born I came home to find him waiting for me in the kitchen. He looked beyond angry. Evidently he was so eager to have more children that he broke down and went to the doctor. The doctor informed him that he was sterile. John couldn't believe it. He told the doctor about his two children, but the doctor explained to him that he had probably always been sterile. John almost hit me that night. I could see it in his eyes. He yelled and yelled and yelled until his voice was gone. Finally, he declared that he was going to take a paternity test. I just sat there silently, aware that I had dug my own grave. The test of course confirmed his suspicion. He was not the father. He immediately kicked me and my two kids out of his house. Elijah was already three, John had loved him like no one else, yet he refused to even look at Elijah when he threw us out. I received the divorce papers a couple of days later. John was ready to go to war. He didn't want to give me anything. And I felt like I didn't deserve anything. I wasn't able to support us on my medical assistant job alone, so I started dancing a couple of nights a week. I felt horrible doing so, I had sworn off that life after I met John. But my children gave me the strength to struggle through each day. Carla was an enormous help. She let me and the kids stay in her apartment until we found a place of her own. She even volunteered to watch the kids when I had to work at night. Then John dropped the bomb on me, he was actually suing for custody of my two children. He claimed that I was unfit to be a mother. I couldn't believe it. I hired a lawyer and he assured me that it was unlikely that John would win, but there was a possibility, especially in light of my past suicide attempt and sordid past. I couldn't believe John was using that against me. It was like he took the breath right back out of me. I was desperate. .................... Michael decided to try out marriage once again. We are kidded him about his first marriage being such a disaster, why would he want to try it again, but he was adamant in his desire. So in preparation for his second marriage we threw him a bachelor party and hired five strippers from a local strip joint. We held it at the home I just bought. The architectural design firm I had started seven years ago was doing well. I took pride in my success especially since my first wife had criticized me for a lack of ambition. It was a spacious place, three bedrooms, plus a large living room. We decided to set up two of the bedrooms for private dances. I was a little wary about what might take place in there, but I trusted most of our friends to use their common sense, even if drunk, and not do anything stupid. And all of us, about twenty-five guys, were pretty intoxicated by the time the girls showed up. The girls wore carnival masks as arranged. All of them looked gorgeous. I was more concerned with keeping an eye on the guys, than the actual show, but I can't lie and say I didn't watch. The girls worked the room, playfully teasing all the guys, but giving special attention to the man of the hour. They dragged Michael onto a chair in the middle of the room, blindfolded him, and tied his hands behind his back. Each of the girls took turns teasing him, rubbing their tits in his face, nibbling on his ear, grinding their asses into his groin. He was obviously loving it, as made evident by the bulge in his pants. After the show the girls dispersed throughout the room hopping from man to man. One of the girls looked familiar. In fact she looked like Kate. I mean I couldn't really make out her face behind the mask, but her body, and I did remember her body incredibly well, had all the curves that I constantly dreamed about. I tried to shake the thought off, especially since in the past two years I've seen Kate seemingly everywhere. I even thought I saw her working at my doctor's office. Even if this girl wasn't Kate, she reminded me of her, and that was enough to pique my interest. I ventured over to the area she was holding court with another one of the girls, a short Asian girl with small perky breast and a nice tight ass. The girls were working the guys, groping each other while the guys enthusiastically encouraged them on. When I joined the guys, the one I thought looked like Kate gave me a double take. She immediately walked over to another part of the room. I was intrigued so I followed. She started to dance with another girl, but when she saw that I had made my way over as well, she instantly fled again. I caught up with her, though before she could get more than a couple of feet. "Kate?" I called out quietly, I just couldn't help myself. She spun around and shook her head, but I was close enough to see her eyes. They were definitely the soft green eyes that had haunted me for the past five years. If there was one feature I could identify anywhere, it was her eyes. Shrouded Intentions Ch. 02 "It is you," I said in disbelief. "What...Where...What are you doing here?" I stammered out. She turned to walk away, but I grabbed her arm before she could do so. The huge bald headed body guard they brought with them immediately walked over. "Hey, don't touch the girls!" he ordered. I let go of her arm. "Is there a problem here Jasmine?" "No, no problem, Phil," she answered back in a low voice. "Well, either pay for a private dance or leave her alone." "I got eighty on me. Is that enough?" I asked, determined not to let her get away. "Sounds good, is that alright with you Jasmine?" he asked her. She nervously nodded her head. "Okay, then, I think the room down the hall is free. Don't pull any bullshit, you hear me?" he bluntly told me, "If you need any help just give a holler, okay Jasmine?" she again meekly nodded her head in reply. I felt dirty already from the entire transaction. We entered the back room and as if trying to regain control she pushed me down on to the bed. Before I could protest she had her top off and was between my legs trying to undo my zipper. "Kate, stop!" I said, although despite myself I was starting to get hard as she grasped at my pants. "I want to talk." "Simon, there is nothing to talk about," she said, but the fact that she said my name only increased my desire to talk. "Take off the mask Kate and lets talk." "My name's not Kate," she replied throwing me off a little bit. "It's not Jasmine is it?" "Does it make a difference?" "It does to me. I want to know who I've been dreaming about the past five years." "Trust me, leave it as a fantasy, Simon." "That's not possible. I've thought about you constantly for the past five years. You appear out of nowhere and then disappear. I can't just leave it. You owe me at least some sort of explanation." "You don't want to know," she responded her head down to avoid eye contact. But I refused to let her go. She reluctantly removed her mask and gradually her story came out. She told me about her husband, how he had saved her life. That she had two children with him, but that their marriage fell apart. That she had to start dancing again to support herself and her kids. That he was threatening to take custody away from her. As she finished I could see the tears gathering in the corner of her eyes. I embraced her, squeezing her gently against me. The tender touch melted away the last barrier between us. She began to sob, not hysterically, but steadily. I whispered words of encouragement, until she regained composure, apologizing for the outburst, "I'm so sorry, I bet you didn't expect that when you paid eighty dollars for a dance," she suddenly laughed, self conscious about the situation. "No need to apologize. You know if you need a good lawyer, Michael is amazing. I'm sure he'd be more than willing to help," I suggested. "Thanks, but I already have a lawyer." "Is he any good?" "He's pretty good at cashing my checks," she said sarcastically. "Then fire him. Hire Michael. He'll be ten times better." "And probably ten times more expensive," she dismissively replied. "He'll do it as a favor to me. It will not cost you any more than what you're paying now, I promise." "I can't have you do that." "Why not?" "I don't need someone to save me," she said as if my offer offended her. "I'm not trying to save you. I'm just trying to help." "I appreciate the offer, but..." "Listen, at least talk to him, see what he thinks about you're case. If you don't feel comfortable having him as your attorney don't hire him. No strings attached." "Talk to him now?" she asked confused as if a hundred things were racing through her head at that moment. "I doubt he'd be too much help tonight, but next week before his wedding. And don't worry I won't tell him anything more than you're a friend of mine." Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, "Time up, are you okay in there Jasmine?" boomed the bouncers scruffy voice. "Yeah, just one second," she called back. "So, I'll make the appointment?" She hesitated her vulnerable eyes staring straight at me, trying to figure out whether she should trust me or not, "Sure, make the appointment," she said at last. "Good, but I need something from you first." "What?" she answered suspiciously. "Your name, I mean your real name," I said with a light hearted smile. A smile crept up on to her face, "Lily." "Nice to finally meet you Lily," I replied reaching out my hand to shake hers. She smiled as I squeezed her soft hand. I had her save her number on my cell phone, and we walked out of the room as if nothing had happened inside. ....................................................... When I saw him at the party I almost threw up. Perspiration began to form under the light masks that we were asked to wear. I prayed that he didn't recognize me. I tried to act normal, performing in our usual routine, but I made sure to stay as far away from him as possible. When he approached me I didn't know what to do. He put me in a position where I couldn't escape so I tried my best to avoid talking, but he refused my advances. He even pushed me away when I started to unzip his pants. After he made it clear that he wasn't going to give up, I decided just to tell him the truth, well at least the truth which didn't directly concern him. It actually felt good telling him what happened. Before I knew it I was in his arms crying. He offered to help, but when everything ended with Paul I promised myself that I would never depend on another man to save me. I agreed to talk to the attorney he knew, but I made it clear that I wasn't agreeing to use him. Simon seemed like a good guy, I was just determined not to owe anyone anything. After meeting with his attorney I quickly realized that I needed a new attorney. Half the things he told me my lawyer should have done hadn't even been mentioned. Without much convincing I decided to fire my old one. Michael offered his services, but I almost had heart attack when I found out his rate. Probably, seeing the stunned look on my face he dropped the numbers a little bit, but it was still double what I intended on spending, and quadruple would I could actually afford to spend. I was tempted to try and use my association with Simon, but I stood firm, I wanted walk away from this not owing anyone. Michael agreed to a special payment plan that would basically allow me to defer payment until after the divorce was final. Originally my plan was to ask nothing of John, no money, no car, no house, but now in order to pay my lawyer that was no longer a possibility. I didn't feel bad, John played hardball when he asked for full custody; I was just returning the favor. As my counsel advised I stopped dancing. With the money I saved from firing my other attorney I was able to find a nice apartment and some semblance of order appeared in my life. I also began dating Simon. I was hesitant at first, but over several phone conversations he was able to coax me out. I almost cried the first time he met my, I mean, our kids. He immediately hit it off with them, yet I still tried to limit their exposure to him. Every time he was around them I was worried he would ask a question, that he would put the dates together. Michael was amazing in court. Everything ended up turning on who was the father of my children. I kept my mouth shut, even to my attorney, actually especially to my attorney. I claimed that I was impregnated twice through the sperm bank and there was nothing that John's attorney could discover to disprove that theory. I was registered with a fertility clinic and the specifics of my file were sealed. Once it became clear that he had no evidence to prove infidelity John decided to settle. In the end he wanted nothing to do with the children. It was too bad. He was a great dad and I knew he loved the kids very much, but he would never be able to get over the betrayal. The last thing I ever said to him was, "I'm sorry," I meant it in more than one way. It was a terrible way for things to end. ...................................... The Monday after Lily's divorce was final Michael pulled me aside while we were playing pool. "I have a question for you," he asked. "Yeah, what is it," I responded suddenly suspicious of his actions. "The two times you were with Lily, when were they?" "Well the first time was about five years ago and the second time was almost three years later. Why do you ask?" "How old are her kids?" he dropped the hammer. "Wait....what?" my brain finally kicked in. "Don't even try to insinuate that. We both know how she got pregnant." "We know her story, but do you actually believe it?" "Of course I do." "Well, I don't and I was her lawyer. That story is pure bullshit. I know she didn't go to a sperm bank." "How?" "Because, her story was full of holes. It was good enough not to be disproved, but that's only because she didn't have to testify herself. I asked her about it and she had nothing to say. Besides, the dates are way too convenient. Those are your kids, Simon trust me. I bet you didn't even know that she worked at your doctor's office. It was a set up. She set you up." The rest of the conversation was a blur. The next day I went to her apartment. Her friend Carla let me in. I looked at the two kids again as if the first time. There was no denying the resemblance. Elijah had my eyes, my nose, my face. But I resisted the idea. Maybe it was just Michael's suggestion that made me see the resemblance. I sat down and played with the kids. About a half hour after I arrived I heard the key in the door. Lily walked in and gave a start when she saw me with the kids. I recognized that look now. It was the same look she gave every time she saw me with her children. A look of fear mixed with hope. Then I was sure. "Simon, I didn't expect you," she said with a jittery smile. She bent down and kissed each of the children. "I thought I was going to meet you later." "Lily, we need to talk," the phrase came out sterner than I intended. "Um.. sure is there something a matter," she feigned confusion, although the look on her face was full of dread. "Lets talk in your room." Inside her room I was unsure of how or where to start. "What is it, Simon?" she asked now genuinely concerned. "Are these my children?" I blurted out looking her straight in the eyes. "Simon..." "Yes or no?" She gave me a scared look, like the look she gave me on our first night together when I asked her to come home with me. She bowed her head and finally answered, "Yes, yes Simon they are," her words hit me like a ton of bricks. "Let me explain, I never meant to get you involved..." "Does that make it any better?" I sudden rush of anger filled me. "No, but...I was desperate Simon. I didn't know what to do. I never...." I couldn't hear her words at that moment, "Stop." "But Simon." "I need time to think," and without looking at her soft green eyes and the tears streaming from them, I walked out the door. I could hear the wail of her sobs as I left. I stopped at the door to look again at the two children, my two children, sitting there confused on the area rug. It was too much for me. I left the apartment. ...................... When he asked to speak to me I knew. When he walked out of my apartment I was sure that it would be the last time that I saw him. To my surprise he called a week later. He told me he wanted to see the kids; he didn't say anything about wanting to see me. At that moment I couldn't have cared less. The fact that he wanted to be a part of my children's lives was all that mattered. He began visiting every weekend. We would all go to the park, or out to lunch. He was courteous, but cool with me. But again I was happy just to see him fall in love with our children. And he was. I could see the attachment grow stronger each day that he spent with them. Despite his best efforts his behavior towards me began to thaw after a month. I began to notice him stealing glances at me. Our conversations were no longer only about the children. Our goodbyes began to linger, until one day after a picnic at the park he asked if I wanted to see a movie with him. We agreed to try and forget the past no matter how hard. There was a few hiccups along the way, but we overcame those bumps and only a couple of months after I thought I'd never see him again he asked me to marry him. I asked him how we would explain the children, but he said he didn't care what his friends or family thought. He wanted everyone to know that they were his. ......................................................... I stared at her across the bar. She looked beautiful. The white flower we had just plucked on our afternoon hike embedded in her lush brown hair. This was my wife. She wore a floral sarong over her white bikini, her body glowing with a golden tan. Every time I looked at I realized how lucky I was. I strolled over to her as she tried to get the beach bartender's attention. I now remembered the first time we met; it seemed like a life time ago in that dinger pool hall. Now we were in Maui, just married, a lifetime together ahead of us. "This reminds me of the first time I saw you," I whispered in her ear when I pulled up beside her. She turned her head and smiled in response. I kissed the side of her neck and her cheek, bringing one arm around her waist. "Are you going to behave this time?" she asked playfully. "If I remember correctly I wasn't the troublemaker." "Well, it couldn't have been me. I don't do those kinds of things," she replied slyly reaching a hand back to rub against my crotch. "Really? That's not what you said last night." She turned around and threw her hands behind my neck to draw my head down. Her plumps lips blessed mine. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation. Her body pressed against mine, the sweet smell of her body mixed with the clattering of the bar. Before I could give it a thought my sex was swollen and pressing against her, "Simon, what if one of these nice Hawaiian tourists was to see that?" she feigned surprise at my excitement. "They'd only have to take one look at you to understand," I sweetly replied back causing her to break the act and smile. "I guess, I'm going to have to take you somewhere private," she took my hand and led me to the bathroom at the back of the room. I hid the tent in my shorts as best I could on my way over, although I noticed a few patrons avert their eyes as I came near. Lily locked the door behind us and then jumped into my arms. I dipped my hand under her bikini bottom and massaged her outer lips. Sure enough she was already wet. She groaned her approval. Impatient she lifted up my shirt and tugged my pants roughly. With equal recklessness I pulled down her bikini top and kneaded her soft breasts. I didn't even have time to remove her bottoms. She completed the task for me. I leaned her against the white wall and entered her from behind. I bodies melted together, rising and falling in unison as I plunged deep inside her. Once again the thought of how lucky I was sprung inside my brain as I studied her sweet face enjoying exquisite pleasure. She came with a violent shudder and I followed close behind, our bodies slick with perspiration. Giggling like school children at our caper we quickly put our clothes back on and stole out of the bathroom. The two men waiting outside the door gave us a first surprised, then knowing look, but neither of us felt the least embarrassed. We stepped out of the bar and into the warm Maui night. We walked down to the water and strolled along the edge. Once assured that we were alone, our clothes were quickly discarded and we dove into the warm water together. .....the end.