0 comments/ 65850 views/ 3 favorites Union 76 By: Buck Roni and I had just gotten into the car. Fresh from our usual Friday night at Cisco's, we were feeling pretty buzzed. Our Friday ritual starts at our favorite Mexican restaurant where we have chips, salsa and more than a few Margaritas, (add to that a shot or two of dear Jose Cuervo). Though we plan on only a few drinks to loosen up and ease the weeks stress we sometimes loose track, this was one of those nights. Once in the car, Roni was unbuttoning her dress as I pulled out onto the Expressway. Pulling up to the first stoplight, she had her dress off her shoulders and was unfastening her bra when a F-150 pick-up stopped along side of us. The driver did a classic double take as he caught Roni's bare size 36C breast illuminated by the streetlight. So of course she made sure he got a really good look. With her bra off and her dress re-buttoned she announced that she needed some coffee! I knew what this meant but in this Tequila haze I also knew to expect the unexpected. Roni and I love to flash truck drivers. Not just your usual titty flash, but roll down the windows, turn on the dome light, strip naked and finger yourself for the lucky driver while we move down the interstate for 15 to 20 miles. One guy even tried to take photos! Now what better place to flash truck drivers but the truck stop? Union 76 here we come. We walk in at about 11 PM and the place is fairly busy. Our table is a small two-seater on the main aisle in the truckers' section. The table across and one up has three men, one with his back to us and the other two facing us. They are about mid-fifties and definitely not college professors or accountants. They immediately noticed Roni as we walk in, (she's even buttoned her dress from the neck down to just above her knee). It's that Roni is HOT, very sexy at a petite 5'1", small boned with delicate features that include smoldering brown eyes, beautiful, sensuous lips and black hair that softly frames her gorgeous face. I have already mentioned her amazing breast and she has an equally amazing little butt, so it is not at all surprising when men noticed her. Tonight she is wearing black ankle-high boots that perfectly set off her muscled and toned legs that are covered in an ebony shade of pantyhose. Her dress is long, below her knee, but very low-cut and remember, now she is also braless. Yes, I said pantyhose, not just any pantyhose, no, they didn't come in an egg. These are the crotchless kind that has a little slit in just the right spot that pulls tight against her pussy and makes her lips swell out and appear excitedly red and plump. We get our coffee from our ever so friendly waitress, Karen (who comes around just often enough that she doesn't spoil our fun). Roni has her right hand under the table and is already smiling at me with that little devilish gleam in her eyes. I ask her what's happening with 'the guys' and she tells me that the two facing her haven't taken their eyes off of her since she sat down. So I ask if she giving them any other reason to stare. Roni tells me that she has unbuttoned her dress to just below her crotch and that she has her legs spread open enough so that in the bright, garish neon light they are getting probably the best beaver shot they have ever had. I try to act nonchalant and carry on a semi-normal conversation but she is acting so seductive that it is all I can do to not look underneath the table to also witness 'the show'. Her hand is still in her lap and I notice her shoulder slowly, rhythmically moving. I have to ask, what is she doing under there? She tells me that she has been rubbing the top of her thigh, what did I think she was doing or better yet what did I want her to rub. I asked her if 'the guys' have been watching or showing any interest in what her hand was doing. Well Duh! They haven't taken their eyes off her pussy since she opened her legs for them. So I replied, that I'm pretty damned certain they would love to see her gently move her fingers up and around on those fat swollen lips, maybe even pull them apart so they can get a peek at her little hard-on clit. Roni carefully tries to avoid looking directly at the men but she does sneak peeks at each one and has just enough eye contact plus gives them that little sexy smile that they can't help but fantasize that she wants to fuck each one of them. And now she's spread her legs and is rubbing her pussy lips just for them! Except she tells me her pantyhose is too tight on her pussy and she can't pull her lips apart to show off her clit. The fabric of Roni's dress is sheer enough that her nipples have obviously stiffened from all the activity and attention. I rhetorically ask if her nipples are hard and with a sly smile, she unbuttons the top three buttons of her dress (to below her titties). She then reaches inside and slowly rubs and pinches her already hard nipple. Behind me I hear more than a few grunts, moans, mutterings etc. Swooping in from nowhere, Karen brings us a fresh carafe of coffee. Roni has barely enough time to pull it together so that we don't get caught, ejected, arrested or whatever they do to perverts like us. Now with fresh coffee, Roni immediately resumes where she left off. I tell her that her nipples are still incredibly erect and that I want to see one. Without even looking around, Roni gently pulls her dress away from her large right breast and softly cups it and massages it for me to admire. She begins to slowly pinch and twist her nipple, squeezing it harder and harder as the men behind me stare at her, not believing that this is happening. How could they ever be so lucky? This has obviously gotten to the point that we desperately need to go home and fuck like animals, plus it's nearly 12:30 AM. Roni slowly closes up 'shop' and I wave at Karen and ask for our check. Roni tells me she needs to go pee. I pay the tab and when Roni returns I get up to leave but she tells me to sit back down, she wants to smoke a cigarette. Okay, but when she sits down she puts her foot on my knee and once more I detect the telltale sign of her arm moving. Except this time it is a bit more pronounced and both her shoulders are surging forward as she slowly nods her head, eyes, now heavy lidded and slipping into that distance look of approaching ecstasy. Her rhythm seems to be slowly increasing when I ask what she's doing under the table. She tells me to look, so I awkwardly knock my napkin to the floor and before leaning over to retrieve it, I glance at the truckers behind me. I can't begin to describe the smiles on their faces, all three watching her in stoned silence, almost appearing stunned. I bend over and almost cum in my jeans. While she was in the rest room, Roni had removed her pantyhose and her legs were now completely bare plus she had pulled her dress back away from her legs making her appear nude from the waist down. With her foot on my knee, her pussy was pulled open and she was finger-fucking herself with two fingers, grinding them deep into her hole, then pulling them up between her lips, separating them so that her purple swollen clit was on view for everyone to admire. Continuing to slowly masturbate for 'the guys' I could tell from past experience that she was very near cumming. Once more, pulling us out of this nirvana, Karen comes to collect the cash. Whew, almost busted again! Getting up to leave, the three truckers nod to us, one even thanking Roni. We walk out to the parking lot ready to drive home to Guthrie and that good pussy. Roni's dress is still unbuttoned to her pussy and the wind blowing makes for a great show. Well, we just thought the show was over! Parked next to our car is a black man in his mid-thirties, sitting in his pick-up, window down, obviously waiting for someone. I nod to him and Roni speaks, asking him if he's picking up his wife or girlfriend. I unlock the Honda and Roni sits down, placing one foot inside the car, leaving the other on the pavement. Her dress is once more totally open exposing her swollen and wet pussy. As I stand there waiting for her to put her other foot in the car, Roni tells me to go ahead and get in. I walk around and get in. Roni is still one foot in, one out but has started to rub her snatch, so I reach up and turn the dome light off. The guy's name was Bill and his girlfriend was getting off in about fifteen minutes and at the rate Roni was going she'd be getting off just any minute. She had started talking nasty to Bill by asking him if liked to eat pussy and if he thought she had a pretty pussy. She was using both hands to masturbate for him, slowly fucking herself with one hand while she rubbed and slapped her clit with the other. Roni loves to have her pussy spanked and anyone that heard or saw her would be amazed at how hard she pops it. She asked Bill if he liked her titties and he told her couldn't see them but they looked very nice and large. Couldn't see them! That was my cue, leaning towards Roni, I unbuttoned her dress to her waist and reaching around her from both sides I pulled the fabric back away from her breast exposing them completely to Bill. I slowly massaged each tit, squeezing, rubbing, pinching, twisting her nipples making her moan and wince from the pain. Roni asked if he could see them now. Bill was all smiles and told her they were beautiful; that he sure would like to touch them, even suck them. With only one button left she undid it then got out of the car and stepped over for Bill to touch her. Climbing up on the trucks running board, Roni pushed her tits into Bill's smiling face. Dropping one hand down between Roni's legs he begin to plunge his thick black fingers into her cunt. As he slowly worked on her hole, he manhandled her juicy pussy by pulling her up on her toes as he roughly fingered her. While he did this Roni had placed one hand behind his head and her other was cupping her tit to his face allowing him to suck and bite her nipples. I sat watching, expecting at any minute for Bill to open the door of his pick-up and force Roni's face down on his cock. Roni had reached inside the truck and was obviously getting a handful. The wind was blowing her now completely unbuttoned dress out away from her body, totally exposing her entire backside. God she looked magnificent! Humping his huge hand, her ass began moving faster and faster. Then it happened, the shudder, the tightening of her ass cheeks, the sudden rigidness of her body as she began to moan. Her cum came in waves and she had released his cock and was gripping the truck door with both hands as she furiously fucked his hand while her pussy gushed her sweet cum juice over his hand then ran down her legs. She seemed to almost collapse, and then without a word she opened his door. I reached over to shut the Honda's door so that she could open the truck door wide enough for me to watch. His cock was hard, very hard, and it had to be 8 maybe 10 inches long and it was also very thick and he was uncircumcised. An impressive cock and Roni showed her appreciation by wrapping that little mouth around his huge hunk of dark meat. Knowing that Bill's old lady was due any minute Roni worked vigorously on his rock hard dick, feverishly sucking and jacking him off trying to drain him completely. Her dress had blown over the side of her body and her little butt was giving me the full moon as I watched her head rapidly moving up and down on his massive cock. Then as I saw him begin to start moving his hips faster to accelerate Roni's mouth fucking and to shoot his full load down the back of my sweetheart's throat, I heard voices! It was the truckers; they were walking to their rigs when they noticed our little activity. I heard Bill groan and say, "Shit", except it took about 30 seconds to completely exit his mouth. Roni continued to drain him, squeezing his thick cock and sucking up every last drop of his cum. Well, almost every drop, there was so much that some had run down his dick covering her hand with its stickiness. Oh yeah, the truckers, they applauded! Roni was startled but turned to them, pulled her dress open and curtsied! Turning back to Bill she told him thanks for the fun and maybe we'd see him next week. Finally, she got in the car and we headed north. Union in Partition Note: A special thanks to my friend who inspired this story with his own. Another very big thank-you goes out to my editor. * I shut the door as quietly as I could when I got home. Gerry was asleep on the couch. The TV was on. An infomercial was trying to sell my husband knives, but I left it on so he wouldn't be as aware of my shuffling around so late. I slipped out of my best black shoes, feeling the straps move out of the grooves they had cut into my feet and the relief that went with it. I sighed when my heels hit the floor flat for the first time since dinner when I fed the kids. I walked over, surveyed my husband in his nearly crotchless sweats, and turned off the TV. He groaned and rolled over. "I'm going to bed, sweetheart," I said, covered him with a blanket from the back of the couch, then started up the stairs. The dress went back into my closet. I took my time removing my makeup, and brushed my teeth. I surveyed myself. Here, in front of the mirror, was the woman who belonged with the man downstairs. Whatever glamour I had mustered for going to the play was gone. I smelled stale from the perfume I'd put on earlier in the evening. It had been a surreal evening. Three weeks ago, a friend had e-mailed me about tickets he'd gotten for the play, but he warned me that it was a dress-up occasion. He didn't tell me what the play was, but I was to give his name at the box office when I got to the theater. I'd find out what the play was once I got there. I agonized over what to wear, and finally found a dress behind three others that weren't quite right. It was black, very simple. With the right jewelry and makeup, it would be perfect. When Gerry found out about the play, he raised his eyebrows. "Sounds like a date," he said. "It's not, you know that. I'm going with Luc. He's as married as I am." I went over to Gerry and kissed him. "Besides," I announced hearing my four-year-old daughter behind me, "I have munchkins to tickle that night." "What?" complained Melanie. "I'm not a munchkin!" "Okay," I agreed, picking her up and rocking her on my hip. "I have a sweet pea to cuddle." I peered through Melanie's hair and saw Gerry smile. "Permission granted." "He's not your daddy! He's not the boss of you." "No, indeed. He's yours," I told her while passing her to Gerry, who already had his arms open for the hand-off. Last night was hard, since I had been thinking all week about the play. It was on the calendar, on the off chance that Gerry would forget to come home from work right away instead of running errands. Normally, the errands were a godsend, but I didn't want to be late. The play started at 7:30, and it was 6:00 when it occurred to me that Gerry had forgotten. I was getting Ben's fish cut up into finger-food when Gerry walked in. Ben began shrieking in greeting, kicking in time to his fists pounding the tray of the highchair. Melanie ran to Gerry and wrapped her body around his left leg. "Hey, what's new at the zoo?" "Monkey shines. I need to get ready to go. Can you handle the kids' dinner? "Where you going?" He was taking his coat off while guiding Melanie back to her chair. "I have that play to go to tonight, and it's across town. I want to get there a little early." "I forgot all about that. I stopped to get a movie for tonight. 'Army of Darkness,' just for you." "I can't. Rain check for tomorrow?" I was already moving past him and was on the last step when he came to the bottom of the stairs. "Why is this so important, Lexi? Why do you need to go to that play tonight? Is there something you need to tell me?" His voice was low, threatening. I could hear Melanie telling Ben how to dip his tater tots in the ketchup without getting it all over his fingers. It was rare that she got this motherly with him -- she must have noticed the tension between Gerry and me. I sat on the step and sighed. "It's just that I need to get out, and I haven't seen a play for a long time. I know you don't want to go, and that's fine. I need this. I do, and I can't explain it better than that." "I love you," he said, looking old for a moment. I could see how weary he would look in ten years. "I went to the trouble to stop to get you a movie you like as a treat." "I know, and I appreciate it. I love you, too. The fact is, the play is tonight, and the movie is a cheap rental." "Daddy, Ben is wearing his tater tots on his head," Melanie called, failing to stifle a giggle while she tattled. Gerry put his hand on my knee. "Don't be late for your play." I rushed through getting ready, being as careful as possible while running half an hour late. I was unsettled by the conversation with Gerry and the fact that Melanie and Ben had heard it all. I had vague memories of my parents fighting in front of me when I was little. The memories of how much I hated it as I stood in front of the mirror still haunted me. I put on the dress and shoes I had picked out over a week earlier and looked in the full-length mirror in the bedroom. I put on a mist of a rose-scented perfume and wondered what I looked like to someone else. The actual escape from the house was a blur that I can only remember as a maddening effort to kiss the kids without getting covered in ketchup. I waved to Gerry, who was at the microwave warming up his food. I drove as quickly as I could without tempting a speeding ticket. The traffic was bad, and by the time I got close to the theater there was no parking within blocks. My feet moved as quickly as they could in the heels, which weren't designed for walking. I'm sure when I walked into the building I was flushed from the cold. The clock in the lobby said I still had five minutes. It was a relief but I still had to get the ticket, which turned out to be not too difficult. I checked my coat, and then began to search for my seat. I looked, and then saw him. He was dressed in a nice suit, and raised his arm partway to be sure I saw where he was. I squeezed down the row until I was next to him, and smiled. I was shy all of a sudden. There was no reason to be, I knew, since he was just someone with whom I shared a simple interest. I trusted him and could talk to him about almost everything. We met when I was crying, coming out of a movie. It was one of those indie films that most people never see and fewer people appreciate. He handed me a tissue and I could see the movie had gotten to him, too. We had coffee and talked about the movie, then other things. There was a kinship with him that I didn't feel with many other people. I looked forward to going to little plays we found out about, and the occasional movie. He offered me an escape from toy cars and cartoons when I needed it most. He filled my need for intellectual exchange that Gerry didn't care about. It was also nice that he was married, and understood some of the issues that my single friends didn't. He was kind, and didn't judge me, even when I admitted to acting foolishly with Gerry. I settled into my seat while trying not to look over at Luc. I felt him there, and sensed his excitement with the crowd, ready for the curtain to open. The low buzz of the crowd was punctuated by laughter scattered here and there. The mood of the theater started to sink in through my skin, until I felt like I was vibrating. When I looked at him, I realized that he had been looking at me for a little while. To him, I wasn't someone's mom, or someone's wife, I was myself, and he approved. I felt a wave of gratitude and affection for him, and then took a moment to study him. The man next to me, with whom I had spent many hours, was handsome, with intelligent eyes and a warm smile. I watched him fade as the lights came down. Without thinking, I slipped my hand in his, and felt his fingers slowly wrap around mine. For reasons I can't recall, it felt right. My heartbeat slowed a little, and I finally got warm from being outside. As the room hushed, I wondered about him, what life would be like with him beside me for more than the occasional evening out. His cologne was unfamiliar but comforting, and his hand was dry and warm. I looked at our hands, my right hand in his left with the ring on his finger. No one looking at us would suspect we weren't married to one another, and I eased into my role as Scene One unfolded on the stage. After the play, we decided to keep our tradition of post-entertainment coffee. I was glad, since it was cold out, and I was getting tired. I had gotten up early with Ben, who still had a hard time sleeping through the night. I also wanted to savor the evening. It wasn't often that I got out of the house, and less often that I dressed like this. I felt elegant, if only for a few hours. The coffee shop we normally went to was too far away to be a consideration, so Luc asked one of the ushers about someplace a little closer to the theater. He wanted to drive, and then bring me back to my car later on. I was grateful since my car was so far away, and it would be something else new for us. I wanted to see if my picture of him as a careful, thorough personality was correct. He had a sensible black car, with only a few things in the back seat. I had expected this from him, since we had met before. I was surprised when he opened the door for me. He put his hand on my forearm and guided me in. I hadn't known that I had wanted him to do that, but as it happened, I did. As I sat, and he shut the door, he looked at me again before glancing away. We didn't talk during the drive over to the local coffee shop. It turned out that we were overdressed, but I slid into the booth and shrugged out of my coat anyway. I rarely had the luxury of looking too nice for a public place. With the kids, I was lucky to look like I had combed my hair when I went out on errands. Luc had taken off is his coat, too, and was looking out the window with his chin resting in his left hand. His ring glowed a little in the dim light of the room, and I looked away. "I was wondering what you thought of the play," I started. "It was wonderful, and I was glad you made it. I wanted to share it with someone, and you seemed like the right person," he said, now looking down at the table where his hands were folded. "What's the matter?" He looked up at me for just a moment. "I can't say." "I suppose it's the same reason I'm feeling funny tonight. What changed?" "I saw you, really noticed you, and I'm not free to do anything about it." He met my gaze directly. "Neither are you." I was surprised he had been so direct. Normally, we talked about themes in the movies or plays. "The real problem is, for the first time, I feel right with someone. Rather, the second time. Catherine, of course." "Yes." I had visions of Gerry in front of the TV, with a Disney movie playing for the kids. In my mind I saw them piled on the couch, content and happily chatting about the action. For the first time, I felt guilty about coming out with Luc since we started meeting for our movie and play outings. "I suddenly don't feel right. Is it okay if we skip the coffee?" The waitress hadn't shown up and I realized the place was crowded,. "Of course. I'm sorry to bring you all the way over here for nothing." "It wasn't 'nothing,' Luc." "No, it wasn't." We made our way back out to his car and sat there for a minute after he started the engine. I was wondering why we weren't moving when he turned to look at me. "This is so hard. I didn't think it would be, did you? I used to think about all of this, what we did tonight, as ideal." "It's torture," I said, under my breath. "Yes, that's the word. Torture." "It seems like no matter what we do now, it will be the wrong thing." I wanted so much to be able to take advantage of the moment, but he was right, we had other obligations. "I don't know what to do, Lexi. I know what I want to do." His voice got lower, more raspy as he spoke. I felt my face get red, and I could feel him look at me. I could tell he wanted me to answer, to decide. When my eyes met his, I knew that what would follow would make us miserable. "I want that, too," I confessed, and felt his lips on mine, soft, warm and urgent. My hand went to his chest. His heart beat hard enough to feel through the coat and jacket. "I don't understand," he said, after we parted. After our kiss, our eyes were locked in the dark. "Understand what?" My face was still red, and my lips tingled with the memory of him. "Timing, the universe, all of it." I laughed. I didn't know either. We drove back to my car, and we sat again in the lot, with the engine running. Mine was the only one left there. It was ten years old, and had some rust spots on it. The back had the kids' seats strapped in. "I don't want to go back yet." "I don't want you to go, either." "Is this real, Luc?" He took my left hand and brought it to his lips. "Right now, this second, is real. I promise." "It's over, isn't it." "Not yet." He kissed me again, gently. "I want to remember this." "Will you want to tomorrow?" I was already feeling guilty for loosening my ties to reality with him. "Yes. I won't want to think of what it means to my marriage, but I won't forget what this means, here, now." "This is cruel. Wherever God lives, I feel like knocking on his door and lodging a complaint." He laughed. "I'll be second in line." I opened the car door and got out. Above us, a streetlight glowed, with a halo around it from the slight mist in the air. It diffused the light, and made the parking lot look like a scene in a dream. He got out, too, and waited for me to walk around to the driver's side of my car, near his door. He took my hand, pulled me to him, and held me. "This doesn't seem real," he said into my hair. I shook my head in agreement and rested against him. He pulled away and kissed me on the forehead. "Start your car, Madame. I'll wait." The car started uneventfully - Gerry kept it tuned and maintained as well as he could. I turned on my headlights, and Luc put his car in gear and left the parking lot, going the opposite direction I would go to get home. The next morning Gerry wanted to know about the play. "It was good. The theater company that put it on was better than I had expected." The company was one out of Chicago, and had a very good reputation. It didn't seem important now. "Which play?" "A Midsummer Night's Dream." "Don't tell me. Is it a comedy? Tragedy?" "More of a fantasy, honey," I said, then lightly kissed him on the lips. "Oh," he replied, and lost interest as I knew he would. Union Labor of The Elf Persuasion (Sorry, there's no sex in this story, so you best look elsewhere this time. Just a different take on things.) Stop Santa before it's too late. Maybe it is already too late. After all it's been going on for several centuries now. It's a proven fact that all the labor at the North Pole is done by elves. He, and everyone else, freely admits it. They are truly slaves with no union representation. Not a word is said about proper recompense for the long, strenuous hours they work, making toys for children. Even Asia, which is castigated for long hours and low wages, does not particularly condone outright slavery in today's work-a-day climate. Enough information has leaked out that an informed opinion can be had regarding the deplorable conditions that have evolved up in that northern region. Apparently they are rather well fed, as some of the pictures of the factory do depict some overweight elves, but then how do we know that those are not posed publicity pictures that have been let out for the very purpose of propaganda? Such misdirection has been done many times before by groups and countries trying to conceal the abysmal treatment of their people. It's reprehensible that these conditions have gone on as long as they have! It's time that a proper, altruistic union take hold up there and change the bad working conditions that currently exist. It's past the time to establish maximum working hourly limits. They have worked so diligently and so hard for so long that they should be entitled to a long vacation, first off. Burmuda would be fitting. Mazatlan or Acapulco, Honolulu or Maui would be about right, too. Somewhere away from the eternal blistering cold of the frigid North Pole where they have spent a lifetime secluded away from the warmth of most of the world. They should be allowed to choose their choice of venues. Yes, Santa goes on a long trip once a year, but does he take any elves with him? No! After all this time and labor, they are more than entitled to not only back wages, but to adequate time off from their labors in order to relax a bit and get ready to meet the surge of the pre-Christmas rush. Can't you just imagine how nice and elaborate the toys might be if the elves had some time off to rest and relax, and to perhaps dream up some new designs for toys. Take tops, for instance, they've been around for several hundred years. Still manually operated. In this day and age, that's intolerable. We have had electricity for some time now, also solar and atomic. Still manually operated. Shameful. Couldn't they come up into the 20th century and be battery powered, at least? With the world turning green, as it were, solar would be a good choice, too. The Comprehensive Health International League, Department of Removing Environmental Negatives (CHILDREN) should immediately send representatives up there and should be allowed to poll the elves regarding their wages, housing and treatment. The polling should done without the controlling supervisors in the immediate vicinity of the conference area in order to get a free and uncoerced statement from each interviewee. It could be interesting to see for oneself the reactions when, for the first time, these people have a chance to freely speak for themselves without the hint of retaliation of controllers. The revelations and repercussions could affect entire nations worldwide. It goes without saying that all children that have believed in Santa Claus, St. Nicholas, Good St. Nick, or whatever alias this slave driver is using at this time, will be aghast when the truth finally comes out about the treatment of the elves. After Santa, the elves have traditionally had a place in childrens hearts, thinking them as jolly, happy and hard working little people. To have these beliefs shattered will devastate many. Something like "Northern Elves Representative Friends and Benevolent Association Local League" (NERF BALL), would be nice. Kinda sings, doesn't it. With organization, it could be a real factor in the oncoming Christmases and everyone could use the toys with a relaxed abandon, knowing that their toys were made by happy union elves, attested to by the union stamp proudly affixed to each and every toy that is distributed by Santa. It would certainly superior to a "made in China" label attached to an article that may not even survive the rigors of wrapping, let alone the pressure of being played with by children. A union elf is a happy elf, having gained a proper wage, limited working hours, vacation time and health insurance. I don't know about you, but I have never heard of any evidence of medical courses covering the treatment of elves. A number of them, up there, are very old and could certainly be experiencing any number of problems and diseases. Has there ever been even a clinic up there? The only evidence of food up there is sugar plums and candy, certainly not anyone's idea even closely approximating a proper diet. Why this terrible diet hasn't decimated the working population up there is a serious question. Diabetes must be rampant! The loyalty and longevity that they have displayed over many years should merit at least a small hospital with trained personnel in attendance along with retirement facilities for those that have reached a retirement age. The facilities should also be area specific, as small rocking chairs on a front porch do not work well in the Artic. Clothing is certainly an issue as well. Apparently they are never issued any changes. Even slaves in other times and jurisdictions were issued new clothing annually, as a rule. Elves, never, apparently as you never see them dressed differently. True, their apparel is traditional elf design, and should stand up to the rigors of the workshop, however, damage cannot be avoided. Why aren't they issued clothing periodically to compensate for this wear and tear? A clothing allowance is certainly called for. Age, alone, must be one of the bargaining points. After all, some elves may have been working up there for as long as a hundred years for all that we know and that's unconscionable and certainly equates to slave labor. One wonders what happens when an elf gets too old, or feeble, to work. Are they just thrown out to fend for themselves? The North Pole is, of course, extremely, bitterly cold and virtually untenable without proper facilities. Is there a mass area up there that is composed of frozen blocks of little green objects? A comprehensive scan by a couple of satellite cameras is in order, for sure. I firmly believe that positive proof will be shown if the truth is allowed to come out. That also brings us to living quarters. Apparently, they are allowed to cohabitate and procreate, but under what conditions one can only wonder. Young elves have been pictured, at times, but I can't recall any sign of baby elves. Are they kept in seclusion and away from any outside influence until they reach a size that can be put to work so they are totally unaware of normal conditions of the outside world? Santa is well known to give presents to almost all children in the world, the ones that are good, at least. Do the elf children get presents from Santa? No reply from up there, therefore one can only assume that even this little treat is kept from them every year. Are the mates assigned by their masters, or are they allowed to freely choose. When living together, are they allowed any privacy for their mating rituals? When the doors are opened up, so's to speak, perhaps a study group could be formed to study the mating habits of elves to see if there many differences from that of regular humans. Although elf appearances are somewhat similar to those of homo sapiens, there are some obvious differences, too, other than their short stature. It would be to their benefit to have studies made regarding every facet of their lives so that they can be encouraged and treated to have a normal, elf lifestyle. It's too late this year, but look for the union label next year, then it will be truly be a happy Yule, at least for the elves. Union of Souls Her mind ached as the stress of work pounded behind her slightly glazed eyes. She stared in a dangerously blank fashion at the endless streams of other cars as they too sought to hurry home to their other lives or families. Gripping the leather steering wheel of her sleek black sports car until her knuckles grew bone white and the joints threatened to break through the stretched skin, she sighed noisily when she finally spied the exit which would take her to her own house. Weaving recklessly through the crowded, noisy lanes of cars and trucks, she sped down the exit ramp and onto a quiet, country road....... the flashing passage of trees outside her windows somehow managed to begin easing her troubled mind, as dappled patterns of shadows and sunlight flashed a mesmerizing display across her windshield. In only a few seemingly eternal minutes, she spied the familiar stone structure of her own home, with old fashioned fluted white columns supporting Victorian arches and a large wrap around porch. The cars smooth engine shut off as she pulled out the keys and grabbed for her leather briefcase and purse. Sliding wearily from her seat, and slamming the car door a bit too hard behind her, she walked slowly across the crunching gravel of the driveway and up the steps to the large mansion's front entrance. Not even taking the time to look around as she normally did at the end of the day to admire her surroundings, she fished for her keys and jiggled one in the lock, impatiently waiting to hear it spring free. With a mumbled curse, she finally felt the mechanism open as she hurriedly pushed against the door and stepped gratefully into the cool shadowed foyer. Her high patent heels clicked an almost angry rhythm across the tiled ceramic floor as she dropped her briefcase and purse onto a small hall table and spared a quick glance at her own face in an oval mirror which hung on the smooth white wall there. She winced upon noticing the smudged darkness of circles beneath her normally bright violet eyes. The sleek bun of coppery auburn hair tied with a blue satin ribbon had come halfway undone, sending tendrils curling down the nape of her neck and side of one cheek. Brushing the offending stray strands from her face, she noted too, the pinched, unhappy shape of her mouth and the slight lines of worry etched into the corners of her eyes. The high planes of her cheekbones that others usually said looked so exotic, were merely gaunt with fatigue today. Gone were her ready dimples, her normally radiant smile that was capable of infecting all those around her, charming them into granting her slightest whims or desires. She headed slowly up the winding, spiral staircase of white marble flecked with green, trailing one hand along the highly polished mahogany banister....noting with perverse satisfaction, the faint streaks that her fingertips made upon the gleaming wood. Upon reaching the doorway to her bedroom, she kicked off her shoes, relaxing slightly as her stocking clad feet sank into the luxurious plush of the carpet beneath them. Stepping into the room, she stopped abruptly, as if she'd hit an invisible brick wall. There before her startled eyes stood countless perfumed candles in a multitude of colors and scents....their flames casting a gentle golden warmth and a welcoming flicker of shadows and light upon the light beige walls. What surprised her even further however, was the sight that greeted her now wide open eyes when they fell upon her bed. A figure lay sprawled there.........myriad velvet red rose petals scattered across his supine form, tactfully obscuring his body's most intimate places. Her pulse quickened and a slow blush began to warm her previously pale cheeks. Perhaps tonight will not be as lonely as I'd feared..... she mused to herself with wonder. Walking a few steps further into the room, she stopped just shy of the edge of the bed. Looking down, she noted that her lover's body was covered in a pleasantly scented oil, allowing the candle-glow to glisten upon his firm muscles and well made physique. Slipping her dress jacket from her shoulders revealing the ivory silk blouse beneath, she felt her fingers straying to small pearl buttons that ran up the front of her chest. Her nipples trapped under the thin, slippery fabric began to grow taut with expectation. As if mesmerized by the sight, she let her eyes rove over every visible inch of his exposed masculine flesh until her breath began to come in shivering gasps. Noting that he said nothing, nor made any move to come to her, she suddenly felt the urge to dominate him.....to take advantage of the spontaneous and romantic scene that he'd arranged for her. She reached a hand up to the back of her neck, slowly withdrawing the pins that held her mass of coppery curls in place. With a soft, whisper that caused goose-flesh to spring out upon her lover's body, her hair cascaded down over her slim shoulders and back in a gleaming curtain of silkiness. Her hands slowly unfastened the buttons that held her now aching breasts captive, straining not to rush or spoil the spell of seduction she was weaving. As the first touch of cool air brushed against the swell of her now partially bared breasts, she drew in a breath of pleasure, never realizing how sensuously mere air could caress her. She slid her hands behind her back to slowly open the zipper of her gray tweed skirt, slipping it down over her gently rounded hips until it landed in a dark puddle at her ankles. The flickering candle flames danced and cast their golden glow across her now flushed cheeks, and limned her body with a radiant halo of light. Turning to place her back to her lover as he lay watching every move she made, she bent over and ran her hands over her buttocks, slipping both her panties and nylons down the length of her slender legs; her smooth white posterior beckoned to him. Looking at him devilishly from between her legs, her face partly hidden by the silken curtain of her hair, she abruptly straightened and reached back to unfasten her white lace bra, sighing with release as the constricting garment fell to the floor with a soft sound. Letting him feast his eyes on her now gloriously naked form, she turned slowly to face him once more, her fingers lightly stroking her own breasts, fingering her now totally hardened, rosy hued nipples. One hand slid almost casually downward, the palm leaving a trail of goose-bumps across her abdomen, stopping to rest just above the soft mound of pelvic curls that nestled between her creamy thighs. As she gazed into her lovers passion glazed eyes from her place where she stood at the end of the bed, she let her one hand continue its downward travels, a finger slipping within her own secret folds to pleasure herself as he watched, enraptured. Her head arched back, as beads of sweat sprung out across her chest and glistened in the flickering light across her stomach, as her own hand wove intimate magic between her thighs. Her breath began to come in labored gasps and her knees trembled as her orgasm drew ever closer; her free hand fondling her breasts, arousing her desires to a fevered pitch. With eyes still closed, and her other senses blinded by her mounting ecstasy, she never heard the soft rustle of her mattress moving, or the soft tread of her lover's feet as he stepped soundlessly over to where she stood. With abrupt reversal of roles, HE became the aggressor.....tired of merely watching. His mouth sought and captured hers with a ravenous kiss, their tongues touching, withdrawing then eagerly melding as one. Hands roved across her now sweat misted skin, as hers caressed his strong shoulders, fingers tracing the firm line of his jaw, running through his short, blond hair. Her nails raked lightly down across his back, as his tongue relinquished its possession of her mouth and instead fell to ravaging her sensitive earlobes, neck and throat....stopping to pay homage to the fluttering pulse point that mirrored the thundering beat of her racing heart. Her lips nibbled upon his ears as well, his neck, his face....covering it with feathery kisses....each touch fanning their mutual desire until it threatened to consume them utterly. Turning as one to face each other, they pressed closer, chests, hips and thighs molded together. They both could feel the others need in the rigidity of his organ against her inner thigh, and he by the rock hard presence of her nipples rubbing across his chest. Silently, with unspoken agreement, they lay back upon the feather coverlet, as the scent of crushed rose petals mingled with the perfume from the candles and that of their own heated flesh. His fingers danced down the inside edges of her arms, followed by his lips, leaving their own trail of sensual fire that seared her senses and branded her as his love. She reached down to pull his mouth to hers, her tongue licking playfully at his lower lip, tracing the edge erotically, feeling him tremble in her embrace. He could feel the subtle undulation of her hips beneath his own......and ached to bury his need in the warmth, and moist darkness of her inner folds. But, he promised himself that tonight, she was the one who'd be begging for release from his gentle brand of sensual torture before he was finished. Loving every inch of her, from the top of her head, crowned by its shimmering waves of sweet scented coppery tresses, to the tips of her delicate toes, his hands, lips and tongue memorized every curve, hollow, and swell of her glorious body. Drawing her to the peak of her desire and need time upon time and then slowly easing her back down, denying her true release time and again, he sought to take her to a level of pleasure never before attained in their love-making. She shuddered and gasped, begged, cursed and sobbed for him to cease this unbearably cruel, yet sweet torture, but it was as if he'd suddenly become deaf. Her hands strained to reach him, to pleasure him, to make him ease his sensual assault upon her, but his strong hands pinned both wrists to the bed as he rose up over her, totally in command. His slate blue eyes flashed with the desire that he felt, tempered by love and affection; yet for the time being, the passion within him reigned supreme. Her hips thrust upwards, trying to make contact....to coax him inside her; she needed him to assuage the flaring heat and pulsing, white-hot need that screamed through her veins and exploded behind her closed eyes in a display of multihued lights. Every nerve within her throbbed and every muscle shuddered as his lips finally reached their ultimate goal. With fierce sensual intent, his tongue lightly brushed against one inner thigh, then the other; his soft breath whispering against her overheated flesh threatening to drive her over sanity's precipice.....yet by the very edge of her fingernails and sheer strength of an indomitable will, she was able to retain a vestige of control. In her eyes, to surrender wholly was not allowed..... to let the innermost walls and defenses she'd built around her heart crumble was not acceptable. Opening her passion glazed eyes, she gazed into the loving eyes of the man who was now seeking to break her only remaining stronghold, the bastion of her sexual control. She could see a promise in his eyes of what he intended to do continue doing until she surrendered, she gasped in incredulity. Becoming lost in the bottomless, sparkling grey-blue pools of emotion contained in his gleaming orbs, touching his very soul....she sighed.....all the last stones in her personal fortress finally sent crashing down around her. Her heart thundered in her chest, FREE at last. With a wild laugh, she gave in at last to total abandon, surrendered herself to temptation and the knowledge that the soul-mate who was her lover would never harm her. Gloriously, she accepted him and his caresses with an entirely new sense of awareness. The everyday cares and tensions finally faded away, replaced by a warmth and fullness never before dreamt of. Her body responded by shivering and shuddering, as her heart raced and threatened to fly out of her chest with joy! She cried out her lovers name again and again as his tongue and lips plundered her secret treasure, sending ecstasy throbbing throughout every fiber of her being, setting her soul and heart ablaze with pleasure and love. Pausing only to lift his head from where it'd been deliciously nestled between his lover's velvet smooth thighs, he slid up and joined his need with hers as their mouths met and tongues twined and danced. He rocked back and slid himself between her hot, wet lower folds, again and again, increasing his force and tempo as her hips lifted and met each powerful thrust, her arms embracing his shoulders, her upper body arched in the throes of climax. His lips sought her ears, her forehead, her throat, licking, and nibbling. His tongue claimed one nipple, drawing into it a fullness so complete that it bordered on pain, then moved to do the same to the other one. His rhythm never slowed however, his powerful thrusts never faltered. In a few more moments, her entire body became suffused with an incredible warmth and peace, as if she were capable of soaring to the heavens without wings, as her orgasm exploded over her in wave after relentless wave of energy and erotic sensation. Colors flashed and swirled behind her eyes, as the flood over her lover's seed spilled into her as he too attained fulfillment of his desires at the same moment. Crying out each others names, and collapsing into each others arms, they lay entwined, his need released, his love expressed. He cradled her face in his palms, kissing her pleasure swollen mouth tenderly, then her nose, then each closed eye-lid. He murmured her name over and over as if repeating a sacred mantra and she was blissfully at peace with herself and the world for the first time in months. Turning so that she could gaze into his loving eyes, she whispered, "I love you.... and until you showed me what true freedom really feels like; until tonight.......I never realized how much I did." Her whisper touched his soul and uplifted his heart beyond the power to describe. "My soul is now at one with yours..........and forever will be." He breathed in reply, kissing the top of her hair and inhaling the combined scent of their love-making and her own sweetly clean aroma. Pulling her close, he felt her nestle her head against his shoulder, as all tension had been purged from her body in the searing fire of their spiritual and physical union. Union Station I remember the sound of luggage rolling across concrete as he turned. The ripple he made in time frozen on my brain, the image of his sway. I stole that parting glance and tasted the air through which he had passed, brushing against me a sweet memory. He said something, or hinted at something perhaps but only to my eyes. It was understood, the secret that can be bought between men. In the past it went unnoticed by most, but things are a bit different now. A moment cannot be held at leisure. It cannot be savored that way. The ring on his finger said leave it, but the glint in his eye begged and beckoned. People all around grabbed their belongings and scattered in all. Brip, brap, sputter. Wheels on tile. Click, clack, click, dress shoes and stiletto hills cut through the din with a rhythm ignored. I followed at a short distance and saw that she was laughing at something – that same girl he'd sat next to on the train. Part of me wondered if she was trying too hard. It wasn't my business, but I kept wondering. A friend had been generous enough to offer me his spare bedroom for my little weekend holiday in Chocolate City. There had always been something about the air in Washington that allowed the little head to take control of all higher functions. It was evident in the eyes of every man. Symbolic islands drifting together pulled by the gravity of pulsing cocks. I thought I had drawn a line that I wouldn't cross, but the older I get the harder it becomes to see. I told myself as a consolation, he was ugly. But in truth, I wanted the sensation of his hips pressed against my thighs. I was hungry. The smell of burgers with bacon, double meat and trans fats announced as neon beacons asking - clog thy willie? Me thinks not! Instant Chinese wasn't much better, but it wasn't as bad as the burger and fries. The food court on the second floor proved interesting. I found a spot advantageous to people watching with all the gender bias I could put into the art. The "obvious" twenty somethings were wearing their jeans teasingly snug in the crotch and hips, cut low around the waist - the next reincarnation of fashion. I shot the obligatory glance at a fine woman here and there just to throw a little confusion to anyone who caught me staring. Old habit. Still single and horny at 42, perhaps I could have done things a bit differently. I wondered if I'd be telling myself that ten years from that moment. It didn't matter. Nature was calling. I sipped more tea and kept an eye peeled on the bathroom to see who was going in, how long they stayed, and if instinct cast its veil. The traffic around the food court was pretty heavy and the layout of the restroom was all wrong. The lower level proved to be buzz worthy of what I was looking for. Finishing off the last of my snack, I headed toward the down escalator. There was a bookstore, coffee stand and a luggage shop that gave a partial view of who went in and out of the men's room. Not a lot of traffic between arrivals and departures, and the entryway provided plenty warning. Turning into the bookstore I caught glance of a familiar profile out the corner of my eye. Pretending not to notice that he had noticed, I turned my back and picked up an issue of Ethnic Cuisine. His wife or so I thought, was saying something about the time. Something about a delay and souvenirs. Business. Kids. Crowded. Love. Concert. wonderful friend. A lot of cooing. She was definitely trying too hard! I stopped listening. Shortly after they went to the seating area where he left her engrossed in the pages of a book and headed toward the toilet. After about a minute or so I figured he was involved in some serious number two or waiting. "Can I help you find anything?" His wife was an attractive woman, perhaps eight or nine years his junior. Why was I trying to figure that out? "Sir?" I hadn't noticed the sales clerk speaking to me. She reminded me of Carol Burnett. I smiled graciously and put back the magazine. "No thank you. I was just browsing." I left the store and headed toward the bathroom. Rounding the corner I slowed my pace intentionally as though trying to sneak up on a cat, kept my steps soft and pushed the door. He was standing at the urinal with two empty spaces to his right. No dividers. Perfect. I slid my bag over by the sink next to his and he turned to see who had walked in. I gave a polite nod and stepped over. With practice you can check out a guys cock without him even knowing. The guy next to me still had work to do in that department. When I saw his head angling for my prick, I turned to look him in the eye and gave a half smile. Redness shot into his face. He swallowed, shifted then fumbled for his zipper. "So where are you headed" I asked, which threw him a bit and he just sort of stood there holding his dick not knowing whether to put it away or to play out the scene. "Um. Actually a business trip" New York or some place East. I didn't really care what his answer had been. I just wanted to get my rise and get out. "Business trip. With your wife?" "She's not my wife" he started but then trailed off. I looked down at his cock and thrust my chin forward as if to point out that he wore a wedding band. Yes, he was married but the lady hanging on his arm was not the Misses. "No need to explain" I said and started to piss. On que my dick started to swell and slow the flow to a trickle. I let out a breath of relief that was a little unnecessary, I could see that his cock had started doing a little rising of its own. I realized I was already crossing the imaginary line I'd drawn earlier. What excuse had I made to dismiss him? He slyly started stroking his cock and turned without shame to stare at me and did something I hadn't expected, he reached over, grabbed my throbbing meat and pulled me to him. The precum oozed out and lubed the head of my fully erect prick. I smirked at the shine his drip gave. His hand found the back of my neck and before I could stop him our mouths came together. I didn't really want to stop and was turned on by my flow of nerves. I could smell sex, cum, piss, pine, chlorine, sharp and penetrating. The pressure between my thighs, his shaft pressed against mine, his clear silky seed glistened in my pubes. I thought I heard someone. I had to stop before I turned a deaf ear to the door. I started to pull away. "Wait" he begged. His voice was a tremble. A look of hunger and desperation flooded his face. He jerked off furiously and grabbed me harder than I liked as though trying to pull my cock from where it stood. I reached for and fastened the button of my pants. Tried to straighten my shirt thinking about the time I'd gotten caught. He saw what I was doing and quickly dropped to his knees before I could take the next step. "I'm Jason" he whispered. In my head I was already out the door. I'd seen what I came to see, got my sexual buzz on, and now it was no longer safe. 'I could get arrested' was drowned out by the sound of my heart racing in my ear and then the sweetest thing I'd felt, the inside of a warm mouth. I froze and he gripped the back of my hips forcing the thrust that came too willingly. He gagged a little, and I felt myself slide in and curve down the back of his throat and all memories of consequence seeped down the drain. Looking down I saw his cock point straight up pressed against his belly. I wasn't certain if that was its natural angle or simply the fact that he was resting his butt on the heels of his feet. There was a cool feeling in one of my hands as my leg had started to shake uncontrollably. The pleasure I felt at losing my body to that man had taken over. I grabbed a pipe to shift my weight. The moisture that had collected there felt cool to the touch. The timing of my thrust had increased to some rhythm with origins in some primitive life. Humping his mouth to bring on the nut, I hoped he'd swallow. He looked as though he'd do anything to please me. "Yeah. You like sucking a strangers cock don't you Jason?" I goaded him and he responded that he'd take all I had to give. "You don't get much dick from your girl" I laughed. He responded by cupping my balls in his hands, pulled them so that they hung outside my fly and started to bath me with his tongue. "You deserve some cock in your life don't you boy! You need some cock Jason. Is that what you want?" He looked at me and begged. "Can you fuck me, please. I just need to get fucked is all." I smiled and slapped my dick across his face and the sound echoed in the silence of solid walls. I dragged and pushed the head against his closed eye leaving a moist trail. Brip. Then bending down to reach behind him I slid my hand that was wet from the pipes down the back of his pants. The crack of his ass served as the map to what I might find. My index finger and its closest friend found joy in the thickening fur the closer I edged them to the final stop. Brap. He arched, head bent down to the floor, his hands anchored my feet and my finger slid in. "Yes" was what I heard and then a final click, someone was coming. I could feel his ass grip my finger three quick times in secession before I removed it from his puckered hole. He gasped and realized the sound of wheels on tile and shot up from the floor grazing the side of my face. Ouch. We both snapped to attention facing the urinal as though a sergeant had yelled ATTENTION! My heart was pounding, his shirt half un-tucked, my balls not cooperating got nicked by my zipper. Two throbbing cocks hovering over urinals refusing to surrender. The proverbial white flag was the cum rag offered through the intrusion of a stranger. The guy that came checked himself in the mirror and headed toward the stalls. Jason was slowly stroking his cock to the rhythm of the other mans steps that neither of us had turned to see. His foot falls stopped behind us and changed direction where he parked right next to me, and whipped out a semi hard uncut dark brown Asian cock. It was obvious what was going on but he seemed stiff and too afraid to look. There was a recognizable gasp from my left and I saw Jason wasting his seed in the urinal. One, two, three, too many bullets to count. Wads onto the porcelain. Drip drop. It raced down like stallions at a six lane track in distinct trails. His body involuntarily slumped forward, back, then forward again. The guy next to me pretended not to notice. Jason quickly became the outward heterosexual on a business trip with his mistress after his spasm. Tucked his shirt, started to say something but didn't and was gone before his jizz had even settled. After a moment I turned to the guy standing next to me. I looked down at his cock and thrust my chin forward pointing out that he wore a wedding band. I returned his knowing smirk, zipped up, grabbed my bag and left him in the echoes of my footsteps. Outside in the fresh air, I lit a cigarette and felt the stickiness of Jason on my balls. My friends Toyota rounded the corner shortly after I finished my stag and he greeted him with a warm familiar smile. "You haven't been waiting too long I hope." "Nah. The train just got here only a few minutes ago." "Are you hungry?" "I'm starved" I told him. "Let's go to that little place you like. What was the name of it?" "Café Asia." "That's it. For some reason I'm craving Pan Asian." I always did have a big appetite.