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Bit of a Risk

By: imsally



I am a Doctor, part time anyway. I don't know why I even became one, in that early stage of my life I knew I would need a profession and government money was available so I took it.

It didn't take very long working in a trauma center for me to realize I didn't like that part, so I went to work for an HMO in a wellness clinic. That was better, I fit right in there.

As a young woman I wasn't blessed with beauty and if any of you have read my other stories, I guess I couldn't be accused of being blessed with brains, either.

Until I got into my 40's I was on the mousy and dumpy side. Then I came into an inheritance, suddenly I could afford about anything and I do mean anything. Why my friend Lee left everything to me I just don't know. I even tried to turn it all over to her brother, he wanted no part of it. I don't understand that to this day.

One thing about sudden money, it changes a person's life. I learned quickly it also changes almost everyone a person knows, too.

I spent money on having my hair changed completely, I learned how to do makeup by going so far as to take a class in that.

I can't say I became beautiful, but I did learn to take advantage of what I had. Then I met Tom and got married. Finally I thought I was happy, completely happy.

Several years of our off and on relationship taught me a lot about myself, also. Then Tom was lost in an accident, my life took another sudden change.

My late husband Tom had brought home a bike one day and I started using it. My body instantly started to change, the 10 to 15 pounds I had fought for decades just went away and stayed away.

There were lots of changes in my life after that. I met my friend Brad's brother, Jim. One thing led to another and pretty darn quickly, and we made incredible love. 

I have to say I really did like that, and I liked Jim. But he was younger than me by quite a bit, it became obvious quickly that he was just having fun, there was no long term relationship going to be.

Then Brad and my good friend Patty were forced to move to get work. Brad ran the contracting business and that could best be described as non-existent. Even the work for the government dried up.

The opportunities were coming from the Federal level, Brad changed to doing different types of excavation work for roads, bridges, things like that. That meant they had to go to where the work was. More sudden changes in my life.

There were tearful hugs all around the day they left. Brad's brother Jim had long since moved on, he found a young and pretty cocktail waitress and she wasn't the type to stand very long for Jim slipping out to spend a night in bed with a mid forties lady doctor.

Once again, I was all alone. It didn't help one bit that Winter seemed to just go on and on, the days were cold and it was always wet so I couldn't even go out and ride my bike much.

I began to do a little bar hopping but drinking never was my thing. I did find one tiny little bar that actually had some pure fruit juices so I sat and chatted with the lady bartender many times.

Once in awhile men came up to me and made their attempts but I wasn't in the mood and their clever well practiced comments and lines just got nowhere with me.

My life was dull, empty.

I did go down to a local car lot and traded off my Van, ending up with a Black Impala that they sold so cheaply I couldn't turn it down. It had one of those V-8 engines and in our world of high priced gasoline I guess no one would even give it a second look. I liked it, it was easy to drive and got pretty good mileage, better than the Van in fact. Besides, it didn't rattle like the Van did.

For a few days I felt pretty good again, the new car was fun to learn about, it had lots of toys.

You can see from the last paragraph how my life was heading, the best description would be boring.

I was sitting at the tiny little bar sipping on a glass of Pomegranate juice and chatting with Pam, the bartender when for some reason I blurted out that I thought I needed a man.

She laughed and told me that maybe if I quit rejecting every man that even came close to me I might find one.

"The last thing I need is one that I will have to figure out how to get rid of." I told her, mostly just joking.

"Besides, every single one of them seems to have a few extra drinks down themselves before they get up any courage."

"Hell, honey, hire one then." She grinned at me and then went to serve a couple that had come in.

"Hire one?" I thought.

Lord. Just what I needed, a male prostitute. There really was no way in hell I would ever dream of doing anything like that.

Pam came back down the bar to me and we chatted some more.

"If anything ever walks in that I know is maybe worth a hoot I will let you know." She grinned.

"I doubt I will ever find anyone in a bar."

"You are probably right there. Say, why not just hire one of those Massage therapists, maybe one of them could give you a nice time." She let out a giggle at that.

"Fat chance of that." I answered. I had had a few massages, they used sheets and tied little diapers and acted terrified at the idea of touching anything beyond their "boundaries".

Besides, I suspected that most male massuers were probably gay, anyway.

"Well, check out this website." Pam jotted down an address and handed it to me. Then she winked and went back down the bar.

I stuck the slip of paper in my purse and forgot about it. It was several days later when it popped back into my head, I went and got the link and typed it into my browser.

Up popped an ads website. It had everything a person could think of. I began to scan through them. Most were blatant sexual requests, and most were from men, too. Why men would post photos of themselves with an erection is beyond me, no woman would really go for that. Well, most probably wouldn't anyway. I did notice that some of them were sure big though.

I did a lot of giggling, looking at the ads and reading them.

I finally ended up on a section that advertised massages. These seemed to be less sexually oriented, at least there weren't so many photos of men's penises.

I just had the thought in my mind that anyone that would post a picture like that in public was probably not someone I was looking for.

Then I spotted a polite ad that asked for a practice partner. I was unsure of what that meant but I figured since it was the cleanest ad of the bunch I would answer.

What the hell, my email address was anonymous so it couldn't hurt.

"Hello." I wrote. "I confess to being curious about your ad and I am willing to at least chat with you about it."

I almost deleted my email, I stared at it for a solid minute or two, then clicked "send."

Lord. What in the world was wrong with me? Answering an email for a "practice partner" on a message board? I closed the screen and went in to make myself some food. Then I sat and watched a soap opera on TV.

It was later that day when I thought about it again, I opened my email and there was a response.

"Hello, back!" It read. "Thank you for responding, I really am serious about offering massage work. I am finished with my schooling but don't yet have my license so I can't charge anything. I am well mannered and want you to feel comfortable if you choose to let me serve you."

It closed with, "Would you like a pic?" and was signed, "Terry."

I thought about that for a long time. He still sounded nice, and I was thinking I could use a good massage at the least.

One from some nice looking man might be fun, and meeting this way was almost...possibly naughty?

"OK." I responded. "Your ad said full body massage, I could use a nice pleasurable experience and I am not bashful." 

I put the last in there just to tease and see how he would answer.

God. What in the hell was wrong with me? I instantly wanted that email back but it was too late.

The reply came back in seconds, there was a photo of a young man about 25 or so and he was dressed in a T-shirt and blue jeans. He looked to be...normal?

"I am well mannered and we can drape to your level of comfort. Do you have any health issues I need to be concerned about?" He wrote.

"No, I am a Doctor, but I am in my 40's so I might be way too old for you. I just want a nice uninhibited rubdown and like I said I am not bashful." I answered. 

OK. I was having fun now, teasing and dropping little hints. For some reason being totally anonymous helped.

"OK. You sound nice and I think we understand each other. Here is my phone number, call anytime up until 10 PM." His email came back almost before I could get my fingers off the keyboard.

I read that and hit print. I folded the sheet of paper and set it on my desk, wondering what the hell was I doing?

That evening I drove down to the bar, and I told Pam what I had done.

"You go, girl!" She grinned at me.

"What do I do if he turns out to be a serial killer or something?" I said.

"Not likely but if he gets too far out of line just mace him!"

"I don't have any mace." I told her.

"I do. Here, take this one." She pressed a little canister into my hand.

I looked at it, then at her and laughed.

"I can't believe I am even considering this." I told her.

"Oh, hell, you will probably get a free massage and maybe your stuff rubbed and that's about it." Pam giggled.

I broke up laughing, that was funny. Still, it was fun to think about but really there was no way I was going to strip down and lay there naked on a table with someone I had never met, unless they were a professional.

But Terry did say he was in school, and wanting a practice partner? I thought about that all the way home, maybe..just maybe he was sincere.

Plus the photo. He was cute. But what if the photo was a fake, what if he really was some nut case? I realized as I unlocked my door that I was arguing with myself.

I looked at the clock, it was just before 10 PM. My hand reached out and picked up the phone, punched in the number. It was almost like I did it without thinking. If I did think about it, I knew I would chicken out.

"Hello?" A male voice answered, picking up on the 2nd ring.

"Hello. My name is Sally, I was calling about your email? For massage work?" I knew my voice had a nervous edge to it.

"Oh, sure! Hi! Would you like an appointment?"

"Maybe. You said you wanted a practice partner?"

"Yes, I do. We don't get enough of that in school and I just want to work on real people in a real world situation. I can't charge anything though, not until I pass my exams and those aren't for another month."

"OK." I made my decision. "How do we do this?"

"I can come there if it's not too far, or you are welcome to come here." He gave me the address, I was surprised, it was less than 5 miles away in an apartment complex down by the community college.

"OK. I will come there, when is a good time?"

"Any time from right now to whenever you are free." He answered.

"OK. I will be there in 20 minutes." I hung up, my hands shaking. Now what the hell had I just done? I decided to just not go, then I checked my purse. The little mace canister gave me some comfort but not much.

I jumped in the shower and quickly rinsed off. Then I put on some plain white panties, slacks and a blouse. I started to put on a bra, then I realized I would probably just be taking it off so I didn't bother. I also didn't bother with makeup, simply brushing out my hair.

I figured I would just leave the panties on.

I arrived at the apartment complex a few minutes later than the half hour I had told him. I found the unit quickly, it was on the second floor. I had my hand up to knock when the door opened.

"Hi! You must be Sally." The young man standing there was tall, good looking. He had on a white T-shirt and blue jeans.

"You are Terry?" I managed lamely.

"Yep. Come on in!" He stood aside, I walked in and looked around. The apartment was neat as a pin, there were stacks of books on a table. I glanced at them, they all seemed to be about massage.

"I am sorry it is so late." I told him, still nervous.

"No problem, I work whenever I get a chance to. I want to say thank you for letting me work on you." Then he handed me a clipboard, it has all the usual medical questions. I had handed it back to him when I realized I had written down my real name and telephone number.

Terry showed me into a spare room, he had a table set up with sheets. I was relieved to see that. He told me to undress to my level of comfort and we would start out face down. Then he left.

I slid off my blouse, dropped my slacks. I was going to leave my panties on but then I thought to hell with it so I took those off, too. I slid onto the table, noticing it was nice and warm and very soft. I could feel heat coming from underneath, it was cozy. I snuggled the sheet up tightly around me.

Terry knocked and asked if I was ready, I called out that I was.

He came in, still wearing the same T-shirt and jeans.

"Let me know as we go along if you wish more or less pressure, please." He told me, then he rolled the sheet back off my shoulders and started in. In just a couple of minutes I felt my muscles begin to relax, it did feel great. He slid the center of the sheet up off my ribcage, then did some side pulls that felt wonderful. I could tell he was being overly careful with the drape. When he got to my hips he tugged the drape back over my shoulders.

"I can work your glutes through the drape if you prefer, or we can skip that part?" It was a question.

"I am not bashful, you may go ahead, please." I told him. I had gotten past being nervous, he was just doing a careful massage.

Terry slid the drape partway over my fanny and began some long deep strokes. His fingers were deliberately avoiding getting near the cleft so I told him to relax, I was just another body.

"You don't mind if I work...closer?" It was cute the way he put it.

"I don't mind at all, my poor body really needs this." I told him.

"OK." He seemed to relax, then he started long delicious strokes over my fanny. He let his hands run down the length of my legs, I felt the drape being shoved over leaving half my body bare from my hips to my feet. Then his fingers wrapped around my calves and came up, sliding sideways just before he reached my groin.

"Are you comfortable with this?" He asked again.

"Yes, fine." I managed to mumble. It did feel fantastic. Next he stepped over to my other side and began again, starting at my ribs, finally dropping to my legs and back up. I knew the sheet was now just a strip between my legs.

I was feeling comfortable with him by now, so I rolled my hips and opened my legs some more so he could reach higher up my thighs. Terry let his fingers wander tantalizingly close, I felt myself dampen slightly. Just as I was beginning to struggle to keep from turning my hips to meet his hands he stopped and pulled the drape back over me.

After working out my feet for a gloriously long time, He asked me if I wanted to turn over.

"OK." I reached down and pinched the sheet against the table and rolled over. I was completely conscious of my bare breasts hanging sideways as I turned. I noticed he reached out and held the upper portion high while I settled on my back. Tugging it up to my chin and tucking it in the sides, he began again at my shoulders. I actually dozed off for a minute or two, I woke back up when he asked me if I was bashful about my breasts.

"No, it's fine, go ahead and do whatever you like." I told him.

I was wondering why I said it like that as he slipped the sheet down to my waist. I knew my nipples were firm, hard as rocks, I was feeling very good and getting turned on.

"Well, it looks like you are enjoying this." Terry commented with a smile.

"Yes, I am." I managed.

His hands swept down and under my breasts and lifted, his palms rose up to avoid my nipples. After a half dozen strokes like that I was aching for him to touch them, pinch them, do something. That brushing by so very close was driving me nuts.

Then he placed both hands on my upper chest, and with splayed fingers he slid them down and over them. My hips came up with a mind of their own, then he reversed direction and slid them back over me, cupping both of them and lifting slightly. He repeated that motion a dozen times, I looked up at him with slitted eyes and he was grinning. Each downward stroke with his splayed fingers caused little streaks of pleasure to waft over me, my nipples got even firmer.

Then Terry reached down and gripped each tip between his thumb and forefinger, rolling them gently. A small orgasm flowed through me, my mouth came open.

He left me naked to the waist, exposed, then pulled the sheet lower to just above my pubic hair. His hands began clockwise circles on my stomach, I tried to keep my stomach muscles from rippling but I couldn't. I jumped slightly when his fingers brushed across my tuft of pubic hair.

"Are you still comfortable with this?" Terry asked.

"Yes, fine." I managed to mutter..

"I do have some techniques that most women like, but they are a bit on the...intimate side? We can skip that part if you...."

"Oh, it's fine. You are very good, go ahead if you want to. I am not...bashful." Just saying that caused my breath to catch, I was going to let this man..touch me, look at me!

I was now at the point where I knew I would let him do anything he wanted to. My legs opened wider with a mind of their own.

He poured some oil on his hands and rubbed them briskly, then started at my knee. His hands went upwards slowly, palms flat, fingers splayed out. I felt them reach the top of my thigh, then swing over into the crease between my upper thigh and my pussy. Then his fingers began tiny little circles, very gently, as he worked his way up the crease.

The touch was maddening, so close, he repeated it several times.

"Reach down and take hold of the sheet, that way you can control the draping to your level of comfort." He said, smiling.

I did as he asked, not quite sure what he meant. His fingers began again, as he got halfway up I realized what he meant, he was tracing the edge of the drape. I tugged slightly, his fingers moved right over with it. As he dropped his hands down and began the little circles again, I tugged the sheet up further. I could feel the slightly cooler air on me, those fingers stimulating me. Right there, just on the edge of my labia.

I pulled the sheet higher, knowing I was almost completely exposed.

"OK." Was all he said, as his hand slid over and rubbed across my lips. He pressed the palm of his hand flat against me and all pretense was gone, I spread my legs as wide as they would go. Terry stepped to the foot of the table, leaned forward and began to alternately flick his thumbs up and over my lips, spreading them open. Somehow he inserted one finger inside me, curling his finger upwards and stroking me as his thumbs continued that alternating flicking motion. The motion of his thumbs now slid sideways, right beside my clitoris, his touch was perfect.

Somewhere in there my knees came upwards, laying over to each side. I glanced at Terry through slitted eyes, he had his hips pressed against the end of the table, leaning forward. His eyes were staring between my legs, his fingers busy. The expression was one of lust, he was enjoying this.

I wanted desperately for him to lean forward, press his lips to me. I fantisized of him sliding upwards, on top of me, his rigid penis invading me, as tiny flashes of light sparked before my eyes.

His fingers just kept on and on, speeding and slowing, I had no control, feeling myself building more and more.

The room became hazey, then my first huge orgasm flooded over me in waves, I felt my hips press up against his hands. He kept it up, I felt myself explode again, then a series of smaller ones until finally I could no longer stand it and my hips dropped back.


Bit of a Risk Ch. 02



I guess I have to admit that I felt like a naughty schoolgirl as I drove down to the local watering hole to visit with my friend Pam.

Pam and I became friends quickly, she is perhaps a half dozen years younger than me, but we hit it right off.

I could hardly wait to tell her all about my experience with Terry. Pam had teased me often, cracking jokes about how I rejected every single lame advance some half drunk customer made. She found it funny then when I told her I thought I needed a man.

One thing led to another after she suggested I just hire one, the thought had never crossed my mind.

Then Pam gave me that website address. Lord, that was something. How men could post photos of themselves naked with erections is beyond me, but then I knew that women did things like that too.

I got my courage up and actually answered one, the ad seemed nice and there was no photo of him standing there displaying himself.

My mid-western conservative upbringing was still with me in that respect although three times married and a few rare partners meant I was no prudish virgin by any means. Actually four times married, I remarried my last husband Tom a second time.

I guess I got lucky because the ad I answered led me to Terry. He was a good looking young man, maybe 25 or so. He had a disarming lopsided grin that made him look like he was up to something and I guess he was, considering the massage session he had given me.

Good lord, he teased me and took me to orgasms I didn't know I could have, part of it was the sheer naughtiness of letting a total stranger have access to the most intimate parts of my body, part of it was my body was crying out for touch.

I had gone over there with reservations, actually intending it to be nothing more than a massage. That is what I told myself, anyway. The truth probably was that I was hoping for something, I just was not sure what.

Terry was at ease and had the magic ability to put me at ease quickly. Then he had used his hands to play my body like an instument, he used exactly the right words at exactly the right time.

When the pretense was gone, I was his to do with as he liked. My hips bucked up, wanting him to invade my inner recesses but he just used his hands. The combination of lust and sheer naughtiness of the situation set me off in a way I couldn't remember. I can't say my orgasms were better or more intense than I had ever known, but they were certainly different somehow.

Pam grinned at me as I slid onto one of the stools, then she poured me a glass of juice and slid it down the bar to me. I looked around, there was only two other customers, both mature men. Both of them looked like someone had just ran over their Dog as they nursed their drinks.

"So what's up, Sally?" Pam asked me as she shuffled some bottles around.

"I took your advice." I grinned at her.

"My advice? OH! Wow, no shit? Who?"

"Just some guy named Terry, he is a kid but damn did he have good hands."

"Hands?" She asked, a curious look on her face.

"Yea, he was running an ad for a massage practice partner, so I answered it." I took a sip of my juice.

"You go, girl! No shit? How was he?"

"It was way better than I expected, and he sure wasn't shy." I grinned at her.

Pam laughed, then she went to wait on a couple that just came in.

She was back in minutes. "Well, did you get laid?" She laughed.

"Not exactly, he just did a really nice massage, is all."

"Just a massage?"

"Yea, two hours of it...with extras."

We both laughed at that.

"Good, I'll bet you feel better, huh?"

"Yes, I do. I could use another session like that, too. But I can't believe I even did that, hell, he could have been a serial killer or something."

"Naw, not likely. If he did get out of line, just mace his ass." 

I thought about the little cannister of mace Pam had given me, I had left it in my purse a good ten feet away. 

We chatted in segments as she worked the bar, as it started to fill up and get noisy I gave her a wave and headed home. 

I made dinner and settled in for the night, Terry and his hands on me kept popping into my head. It was the same the next day at work. I saw the string of mostly older patients complaining about Arthritis, there was one referral I sent to dermatology but other than that it was a normal day at work.

I got home that night and was watching TV without really seeing it, then my phone rang.

I picked it up, it was Terry. That was a surprise.

"Hi, Sally! I just wanted to do a followup, how are you feeling? Did you like the massage?"

"I...uhhh..Yes, thank you. It was great, I really needed it." I felt myself suddenly blush, nervous. The thought of his hands between my legs, on my breasts, me naked and grunting flashed into my mind. I was sure it showed in my voice.

Lord, what did I just say? I had let this young man rub and touch my naked body, he had his hands between my legs, masturbating me and I let him.

Now he was calling like everything was perfectly normal and he was just inquiring about my...health?

"That's good, I need the feedback. Hey, I was thinking, would you like to go to dinner with me?"

"You are asking me out?" I managed, surprised again.

"Yes, I guess I am!" He laughed.

"How about it, I could use the company."

"I...well...I am way too old for you, Terry."

"No, you aren't. Besides, you are beautiful, I know I will enjoy your company."

Beautiful? Me?  I felt a little flutter, good grief.

"Well, all right. Dinner it is. Where are we going?"

"Does Roscoe's sound nice? They have good steaks and even a live band tonight in the lounge."

"OK." I knew the club but I had never been there, it was a rather fancy place down by the river.

"I will need about an hour, I will have to get dressed."

"OK. Hey, is a taxi all right?"

"Taxi?"

"Yea, I don't have a car."

For some reason that was funny but I managed to stifle the laugh.

"How about I pick you up, we can use mine."

"OH. Well...OK."

I told him the time, then rushed upstairs to shower. I put on one of my longer evening gowns, it wasn't too dressy but looked nice. A quick dab of makeup and I blow dried my hair and brushed it out.

I looked myself over in the mirror, not bad at all. Just the right amount of cleavage, matching shoes and purse. I slipped the set of beautiful diamond studs I had inherited from my friend Lee into my ears, perfect. Then I got in the Impala and drove over to his apartment.

I knocked on the door, he answered with a big smile, then his face fell. He was wearing blue jeans and a western shirt. We both started laughing, he stood aside to let me in.

"Be right back, I will go change!" He said over his shoulder as he vanished into a side room.

He was back in what had to be less than two minutes, wearing slacks and a matching sports coat. I noticed he had a string tie on, it had been a long time since I saw one of those.

"May I drive?" He asked, holding the door for me.

"Sure." I slid in and settled into the seat, he got behind the wheel and started the engine.

"Nice car!" He said, then shifted into gear and expertly slid into traffic.

Terry handed the keys to the valet, we were seated quickly since he had reservations. The view of the river was nice, he kept asking me questions about myself. He was easy to talk to, I found myself telling him about my training, my marriages, right up to my latest and losing Tom.

He was really curious about how I had found him, why I had responded to his ad. I told him I was just bored, and in the mood for touch, feeling myself blush again as I thought of his hands and how they had been busy with my body.

"You know, we aren't actually allowed to...do anything like that in our sessions, but..." Now he blushed mildly. Hell, he looked sweet, and I felt my confidence building again.

"But what?"

"You are so...attractive and your body seemed to...need touch?" He looked right at me, his eyes seemed to reach right inside.

"It had been quite awhile." I answered. My hand came up with a mind of it's own and flipped my hair back.

"Yes, for me too. I have been so busy with school, we have clients that come in and we work on them but it's not the same as the real world."

"It was that way in school for me, too."

"Tell me about school, what it was like for you."

Terry listened intently as I told him of some of my experiences. I even told him of the time I was the pretend patient as our class gave physicals, even about the pelvic exams from every single member of our class. I had been so very young and a virgin at the time, that was quite an experience.

"We see quite a bit of nudity in our classes, too. Everybody gets used to it and each other."

I understood that.

"So what made you decide to become a massuer?" I asked him.

"I was actually taking computer programming lessons, plus business, but the idea of sitting in front of a screen for the rest of my life was going to drive me nuts."

I nodded as two more drinks arrived. I decided to take it easy since I was already feeling the effects.

"I saw an ad on TV so I called and signed up for the course. I found I liked it lots better, I get to meet new people and work when I want to."

"The income will probably be a lot less." I told him.

"Yes, probably but I have an idea about that, too. I want to run classes, continuing education stuff."

"Really? Don't they teach you all you need to know in school?"

"No, not really. They ignore the marketing, then dealing with phone calls, concerns about the client perhaps wanting more than a massage and how to deal with all of that."

I laughed, I couldn't help it. Terry had obviously broken every rule and law there is when he massaged me.

He grinned at me.

"Yea, I know. But I also know we will need to be able to deal with...everything, sometimes."

"So how will your classes work?" I asked.

"I will use a model, I plan on teaching my students how to deal with phone calls, how to market themselves. If some guy calls making suggestive comments, they could just hang up but that means no client. So my idea is to convert those types into clients by establishing boundries. There is more than that but that is the basics. Plus I want to own a nice spa, do wraps and everything a person could imagine."

"I suppose having an attractive model on the table will help you get students for those classes, too?" I grinned at him.

Terry actually blushed, then grinned at me. I got that part.

Glancing at my watch, I was surprised to see it approaching midnight and I had a shift at 8 AM.

Terry saw the motion and stood up, he held my hand as we went out and retrieved my car.

When we got to his apartment he smiled and asked if he could kiss me. That was another first, before any man that wanted to kiss me just leaned in and did it.

The touch of his lips made my loins tingle, I expected him to ask me up and I was thinking I was ready but instead he got out and said good night.

I sat there for a few moments before I put the car into gear and drove home.

I had a vivid dream that night of strong hands working my body, then that turned into a dream of my late husband making love to me.

I woke up with the Sun shining in my window, I moved over on my bed into the light and lay there for awhile. I couldn't help letting my fingers slip down between my legs. That was nice and helped my mood. I got up and showered, headed off to another normal day at the clinic.

Terry called again that evening, we chatted about everything under the Sun and then some. I was waiting for him to invite me over, ask me out, something. But all we did was talk, he had ideas in his head and it was like he was running them by me to see what I thought.

Then three days went by with no call, I decided he had just gone on with his life. After all, he was so young, and me? I was in the beginning stages of becoming an old lady, I was going to be 50 in just a few short years.

I went down to the bar and visited with Pam, in between fending off a couple of guys that did everything short of spread their tail feathers. There was one good looking man sitting at the end of the bar quietly, he never approached me but our eyes met once and he smiled, then went back to his drink. I checked him out, he was handsome and in shape, well dressed, wearing an expensive looking leather jacket. There was a trace of greying at his temples.

I even asked Pam about him, she just shrugged and told me he came in once a week or so, had one drink and left.

"Real quiet guy, you interested?" She beamed at me.

"No, not really." I answered, glancing back down at him. He looked up again, caught my eye, a lazy trace of a smile crossed his lips and he looked away.

"OK..Have it your way. Say! Have you been back to see that kid?" She asked.

"No, but he did ask me out on a date."

"A date? Neat! Did you get laid then?"

I laughed, Pam has a one track mind sometimes.

"No, it was just a date."

She looked at me oddly, shook her head, then went back down to bar to serve a customer.

I finally left, I was still thinking of Terry.

Saturday arrived, I was right in the middle of making myself some scrambled eggs when the phone rang. I picked it up groaning, thinking it was my office wanting me to fill in for the Saturday schedule, they did that about once a month.

I hated Saturdays, it was always all housewives pushing reluctant husbands in for a checkup.

My heart skipped a beat when I heard Terry's voice.

"Hi, Sally! I was hoping you were free this afternoon, I have something to show you. I want to know what you think."

"About what?" I was mildly confused.

"Just wait and see, I will pick you up at around one? Oh, I bought a car, too."

"OK. One it is, where are we going?"

"I will tell you then, just normal clothes is fine, too."

I giggled at that, he was warning me, probably afraid I would wear a fancy outfit or something. I had noticed on our one date that he spent a lot of time fiddling with that string tie, almost like it was some foreign object or something.

I had on a light blouse and slacks when he showed up. Feeling naughty I skipped the bra, the one good thing about my body is my bust has dropped probably less than an inch, I can still fill out a blouse nicely without one.

"Ready?" He asked. I nodded, he showed me out to an older Ford, it seemed to be in good shape. He even held the door for me. As soon as he got in behind the wheel I scooted over close to him, he looked at me, then grinned.

We must have driven for close to a half hour, finally pulling up in front of an older building. The place had huge windows in the front, paint was peeling off. He got out and ushered me inside. There were rooms everywhere, it was larger inside than it looked like outside. Apparently it had been an office building of some kind.

"My future spa!" He announced. Then he went into detail as to where he was going to put a sauna, he showed me all of the rooms that were for massages, there was even an area in the back he wanted to put a large hot tub for outdoors soaks, it was like a covered patio.

"All of this is going to be expensive." I told him.

"Yea, I know, but I got a pretty good inheritance from my Grandmother, it was almost $20,000." He grinned at me.

I glanced around, I knew from what he had described that that was not going to be nearly enough.

"The payments are only $900 per month!" He added.

"You bought this then?"

"Yep. It's all mine!"

I nodded, we looked the old building over some more, then went back to the car. Terry drove quietly, we pulled up in front of his apartment.

"I thought that...you might like to come in?" He smiled at me. He seemed so happy.

I smiled back and nodded, the door barely shut behind us and he turned to look at me. We each took one step and I was in his arms. I felt his lips on mine and my head swam again. Everything became a blur of eagerness and we were in his bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed, my blouse askew and open, my slacks left behind somewhere, all I had on was a pair of panties.

He stood before me barechested, I watched as his hands unfastened his belt and stripped it off. He released the catch at his waist and slid his jeans down, stepped out of them. Standing there in just a pair of briefs, he looked at me expectantly. I shrugged the blouse off my shoulders, watching as his eyes dropped to my bare breasts.

Then he reached down and tucked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs, stripped them down. His erection sprang free, swinging upwards. I reached out and took him in my hands, he was very large. I reached around and pulled on his hips, pressing him against my bare breasts, he released his breath with a sigh as I did that.

As he was pressing me back, I felt his hands tugging at first one side of my panty, then the other as I lifted my hips to help him. My legs splayed open as he stripped them off my legs and dropped them on the floor. In one eager motion he was pressed against me and then slid inside, I was fully wet and ready.

There was no real foreplay, there was no need.

My body released with the very first stroke and then just kept on, each climax building into the next until I lost track of anything but the sensation.

The next thing I knew was Terry lay on his side with his head cradled in his hand, propped up on one elbow. He was just watching me, looking at me.

He was still fully erect.

I reached out and stroked him with one hand, neither one of us said a word. His eyelids fluttered and he uttered a soft moan, his erection felt wonderful in my hand. It was still extremely firm, soft and rubbery and slick with our joined juices. He reached out with one hand and fondled one of my breasts, more waves of pleasure wafted over me.

"That was fun." He said, finally.

"I really hadn't intended...." Was all I managed.

"Sure you did!" He grinned. "But it just...happened."

"I know, I didn't mind one bit!" I grinned at him.

Just then his eyelids did that flutter again, I felt his erection jerk and he sprayed off into my busy hands. I felt him soften slightly, but he was still fairly firm.

That was not something I was really used to. He put his arms around me and held me, nuzzling softly at my neck. Then he slid up on top of me and entered me again! He lasted longer this time and I managed to stay alert, basking in each thrust, each sensation.

No man had ever managed this much before in my life, I realized I was going to be sore as I felt his body shudder and release again.

Later, we took turns showering, when he came out I was just slipping on my blouse. Terry had a towel wrapped around his waist, he slipped it off and reached for his jeans. He was still partly erect, I couldn't believe it.

"Doesn't that thing ever go down?" I asked him with a giggle.

He just laughed, pulled on his shirt and started snapping up the buttons. I noticed they were all snap type fastenings rather than regular buttons.

I thought about his project, his big plans. One thing I had no shortage of at all was capital, I was thinking that perhaps he and I might just join up, build that spa he had planned. The ideas he had mentioned would be a couple of hundred grand, I knew.

Who knows, it might even turn out to be a good investment?

All of that was running through my head as I leaned against his shoulder in the car.

What a hunk of a man, and willing to work, with hopes and dreams. Plus he knew his way around a woman, he had given me one of the most intense experiences in my life.

I was thinking that I might be in love, who knows? We could have a future together, maybe be a team? My skills as a physician would fit right in, in a spa type setting.

All of that ran through my head as my right hand idly stroked his chest. We pulled up in front of my house, he leaned down and kissed me again, lightly. He slid one hand inside my blouse, cupped my breast gently.




Bit of a Risk Ch. 02



"Hey, you won't say anything, will you? My girlfriend will kill me if she finds out."

I looked at him in surprise.

"No. I won't." I smiled at him, reached out and stroked his face.

A kid. Just a damned kid. I knew right then and there he was just a toy. What in the hell was the matter with me?

I got out of the car and went inside. He actually waved, smiling. I heard the crunch of gravel as he pulled out and drove away.

"His girlfriend would kill him if she found out." Terry had said. 

In my bedroom, I looked at myself in the mirror. I saw the streaks of tears on my face, I hadn't even realized.

I showered until the water ran cold, then I dressed and went out to my car. I knew I was headed down to see Pam.

One more experience, one more day to put into memory. A man 20 years my junior, what the hell had I been thinking?

I started to giggle, then broke down into laughing so hard I had to stop the car. I then very nearly threw up. Finally getting myself under control, I drove on down the the nightclub.

In the back of my mind, I was wondering if the nice looking man in the leather jacket would be there.

He was.

I simply walked over to him, smiled.

"Mind if I sit here?" I asked.

His dark eyes turned my way, they showed mild surprise.

"I think I would like that." He gave me a slight grin. I could see the curiousity in his eyes.

Pam looked over my way and grinned. She slid a glass of fruit juice down the bar, it slid to a stop right in front of me.

"You go, girl!" She mouthed at me.



Bit of a Risk Ch. 03



Having just come from a crazy experience with a kid named Terry, I was feeling a little bit down.

Here I was, a middle aged widow, acting like a silly schoolgirl at the idea of some young fellow giving me what I concede was one fine roll in the hay.

Desperate for companionship, desperate for touch, desperate for love, I lost all control of myself for a few short days.

My husband Tom was gone, lost in what was a stupid accident at his work, and there was no way to ever go back. No way to ever recapture the wild and insane love I felt for that man.

All that remained for a long time were the dreams.

Now my grief was over, it was time to move on.

Having some young fellow bounce me all over the bedroom was fun, and just what I needed. The only problem with that is no matter what I said to myself, I was still not completely in control of my emotions.

So after just one time, a massage that went far beyond that, then the evolution to the next logical step of sex, irrational fantasies came pouring into my head. I was thinking of being with him, all the things we could do together. Terry and me, a couple.

His comment? "Don't say anything, my girlfriend will kill me." This as he dropped me off.

So there it was, perfectly clear. I was a plaything, a sexual conquest.  I know I didn't really let my reactions show, my ingrained training in bedside manner as a physician served me well.

So, by God, the truth was that Terry was MY sexual conquest!

At least that is what I told myself, and that was helpful.

I reached out and touched his cheek, smiled. I got out of the car and watched him drive away, knowing he was headed back to his life and his own hopes and dreams.

I took several deep breaths, felt a tear trickle down my cheek. "Get hold of yourself, Sally!" I told myself. All that had been was an orgasm, a spur of the moment joining of two people.

Just a fast fuck, simple as that. I suppose as time passes I am getting less and less ladylike, I do know that several years ago I would not have even typed that word, I certainly would never have spoken it.

Walking into the little nightclub to visit with Pam, I looked over and that man I had noticed before was sitting there. I just marched up to him and said hello. He turned to look at me, a mix of surprise and pleasure in his expression.

"I'm Sally." I smiled at him pointing at the stool next to him.

"Carlton." He answered, and he actually shook my hand, stood up to hold the seat for me.

"So do I call you Carl for short?" I asked, just making conversation.

"No. My name is Carlton!" His voice took on a slight edge.

"Well, excuse me, asshole!" I thought.

"Oh, OK. Carlton, that's a nice name." I said, smiling sweetly.

He nodded, took a sip of his drink. I sat there for awhile, he said nothing. After a few minutes, I began to wonder, Carlton was not exactly an amazing conversationalist.

I asked him what he did, saw his hesitation.

"Accountant, for a construction company." 

"My late husband ran a construction company, I am a Doctor." I told him. I managed to get the hint that "I might be available and I am not a hooker" with that comment in there in one short sentence.

He just nodded.

I had myself slightly turned towards him, I let my left shoulder slip forward enough that I knew he could see a nice bit of my cleavage. I saw his eyes drop down and quickly back up. Then he looked away.

I was wondering what it took with this guy. I looked him over carefully, there was a slight gray at his temple, his clothing was expensive and in style. He had on a leather jacket, one of those with a brushed look to it.

All in all, a fine looking man. A fine looking man who was paying little if any attention to me, also. I had begun to notice more men paying attention to me, I liked that. 

Maybe just shy, I thought? I let out a quiet sigh. He turned and looked at me.

"Is something wrong?" He asked me.

"No, not really. I am just feeling down." Then I began to pour it out of me, Carlton sat there and listened quietly as I told him about how I had been married but lost my man in an accident nearly a year before. I barely managed to keep myself from blurting out my frustrations at the recent incident with Terry.

"That's too bad." He said politely when I managed to stop my silly yammering.  

"I know how it feels, my wife wasn't there when...I got back."

"Got back?" I asked.

"Yes, I was in the mid east, we were apart for a very long time and I guess it was too much for her."

"Oh, I am sorry." 

Carlton looked at me, just nodded.

"I have seen you in here before." That was matter of fact.

"Yes, I come in to chat with Pam." I glanced her direction, she was pointedly pretending to ignore us but I knew her much better than that.

He offered another nod.

After a few awkward moments of silence, I excused myself, went down to the end of the bar to visit with Pam. She worked her way down to me.

"What's up?" She grinned, glancing back at the man who still sat there quietly.

"Not much." I told her about how it went with Terry.

"Kids, fun to play with but you sure don't want one to keep." She laughed.

"Yes, probably true. Hey, how about making me a Kahlua and Creme?"

The drink appeared almost before the words left my mouth. I seldom drink but I was in the mood. I was halfway through it when two young men came in. They looked around, spotted a couple sitting at one of the tables. There was some short conversation, the man sitting there got up and things got very loud all of a sudden. The man that was sitting there was knocked down and the other man started kicking him, then I saw one of them reach out and jerk the woman to her feet. His hand drew back to slap her as she tried to put an arm up to protect herself.

The blow never landed, Carlton slid off his bar stool and stopped it. He didn't actually seem to leap or move suddenly, it was just a flow of unwasted motion and he was there. Both men turned to him, there were some words I didn't quite get, a flurry of movement and both of them were on the floor.

The man they had attacked managed to get to his feet, he and the young woman left in a hurry. Carlton just picked up the chairs and set them back by the table, turned and went back to his stool.

I looked back in time to see Pam set the phone down.

"What was all of that?" I asked her.

"I think she was dating one of them and then the other is all. Wow, did you see what that guy just did?"

Actually, I hadn't really, it was all too fast. I looked back down the bar just in time to see the one man head for Carlton again, the other one was just getting to his feet. Carlton set his drink down, it was almost like in slow motion, then he turned on his stool and reached out, stopping the man's fist in midair. The other one was to his feet and just starting to step that way also when Carlton's hand flashed out and the first man went down again.

The second man came to a stop, looked down at his friend. He held his hands up, palms out.

"Time to go." Carlton said simply. The man nodded and helped the other one to his feet. They left, Carlton looked our way.

"Sorry, ladies." Then he sat back down. I swear he was blushing.

I realized he reminded me of someone, a ghost from the past. My friend Lee's husband Ted had a past, one I never knew anything about really but I had met him, and I had heard a few stories. There was that same attitude of complete confidence about this man.

"Who is that guy?" I asked Pam.

"I'm not sure, honey, but he sure is one hunk of a man." She grinned at me, leaned in and whispered, "You should go get yourself some of that!". 

Pam winked at me and went down the bar, sat a drink in front of him.

"Thanks, on me." I overheard her say. He just nodded.

I finished my drink and went home.

It was at least a week later before I went back, I sat down at my usual stool, my usual glass of fruit juice slid to a stop in front of me. I looked around, there were a few people there but none I knew.

"Haven't seen him tonight, honey." Pam said, reading my mind.

"Haven't seen who?" I lied.

"Oh, come on. That guy, I know you are interested." I just laughed.

"Fat chance with that one, he didn't seem to be too excited about me."

"Well, he asked about you a couple of days ago."

"He did?" That pleased me. "What did he say?"

"He said he wanted to bend you over the back of his couch." She teased.

"Oh, he did not."

"No, he just asked if you had been in, is all." I smiled to myself at that, sipped my drink.

I came back in the next night, and the night after that. A couple of times I had to reject some advances, the usual half drunk male types taking their shot. Pam and I did our normal sexy banter, cracking jokes about how bad it was to wake up with a drunk on top, basically mindless chat.

She had just sat down a drink in front of me when I saw her eyes look past me.

"Get yer bait ready, sweetie, he's here." She grinned. I sensed him right behind me, started to turn.

"Mind if I sit here?" He asked, pointing to the bar stool beside me.

"I would like that!" I gave him my very best smile. He settled into the stool next to me, Pam slid a drink down the bar, she had a big grin on her face.

"I hope I didn't upset you." He said finally.

"Oh, you mean the fuss last week? No, it's OK. I just didn't know what was happening."

"I couldn't let that guy hit the woman."

"No, I suppose not."

"I'm also not really an accountant." He said.

"I guess I kinda figured that."

"People ask sometimes, I need something to tell them, is all."

"I see."  I really didn't.

"I just want us to get off on the right foot." He looked at me, I suddenly realized he had deep blue eyes.

"Us?"  I thought. Now that sounded odd.

"So what do you do?"

"Nothing. I mean...I am retired..military."

"Retired? But you are only..." I let that trail off.

"I'm 46. Scorpio." He said.

I blinked, this conversation was strange.

"..Cancer, are you into the Zodiac?" I asked.

"No, not really. Maybe a little bit, we are compatible then. Perhaps a little stormy, but compatible."

I blinked again at that one.

"May I take you out to dinner?" He asked.

"I already ate, it's 10:30. Maybe another night?" I smiled at him.

"OK. I would like that. I will give you a call." He stood up, sipped his drink, set it down and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute, I didn't give you my...." He was already at the door. I shook my head, what in the hell was that? I turned to look at Pam, if her head was leaning any further my way trying to hear, she would have fallen over.

"Pam! Did you...?" She laughed, went to the other end of the bar. I knew right then that she had given him my number.

Later, she leaned her elbows on the bar in front of me.

"So what do you think?" She asked. I knew what she meant.

"I think that is the strangest man I ever met."

"Yea, but he is cute as a bug's ear, and he can handle himself so why not dig in there a little bit and see what's under the surface?"

"I don't know how to talk to him."

"Maybe he has a big one and you won't have to." Pam laughed.

"You really are terrible." I grinned at her.

"Honey, I already tried to jump his bones and got nowhere, but you? He came looking for you."

"You tried to..."

"Yea, ya gotta bounce the bait to catch a fish!" She giggled and bounced on her tiptoes, making her breasts jiggle. A guy way down at the end of the bar let out a holler.

"Shut up, Harry!" She yelled at him, then grinned and went back to work.

It was two days later that the phone rang, at 7:30 in the morning. I was still wet from the shower, a towel wrapped around myself.

"Hello, it's me, Carlton. We met at the bar the other night?"

"Good morning."

"Sorry to call so early but I wanted to catch you before you left for your office. Is tonight all right?"

"Tonight? For what? Oh you mean for dinner? Sure, I would love to."

"OK. I will pick you up from your work, we can go for a drive first and visit."

"OK." He hung up, then it hit me. He knew where I worked? He knew when I went to work. He knew my phone number, where I lived. He knew way too much about me and I didn't even know his last name.

Sighing, I went into my bedroom and packed a carry case with a change of clothes, I could just shower at the office after work.

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I was just putting on the finishing touches to my makeup when Michelle knocked on my office door.

"There is a hunk waiting for you out front!" She grinned, sticking her head in.

"How is he dressed?" I asked.

"Slacks and a sports shirt, leather jacket. Where did you find that one, he looks like a winner! Hell, I was hoping he was one of my clients!" She beamed.

Michelle was one of my office partners, and she has the reputation of "bending" the rules, her clients all love her and she loves her job.

"Keep your mitts off of him." I joked.

"Greedy bitch!" She retorted, laughing, then closed the door. I smoothed down my slacks, checked myself in the mirror. Slacks and a conservative blouse, I had guessed right on how he would be dressed. I started to undo a button on my blouse, then thought better of it.

"Hi, Carlton!" I smiled, walking into the waiting room.

"Ready?" He looked me up and down and smiled. Holding out his arm, I slipped my hand into the crook in his elbow as the office girls all leaned out to see what was up. Carlton was one the few men any of them had ever seen me with.

He smiled at me, I felt my breast touch his arm, I wasn't wearing a bra.

"We can just leave your Impala here, I will bring you back for it afterward."

This man even knew what car I drove, I realized.

We walked up to a huge vehicle, I wasn't sure what it even was but it was long with deep brown metallic paint. It even had fender skirts on the rear. It was absolutely spotless, and gleamed.

"What kind of car is this?" I asked him. The back end of it stuck out twice as far as the car next to it.

"Oldsmobile 98, 1973 model. I like big cars." He held the door for me. The door was huge, the machine was a two door model.  The front seat looked like it was bigger than my couch at home.

"It looks like you could actually live inside this." I smiled.

"Well, a few times I have. I bought this new."

"New? You mean in...1973?"

"Yes." He started the engine, it rumbled to life, making a throbbing noise as it idled.

"Wow, that's a long time for one vehicle. What do you drive normally?" I was thinking this was a collector car, I knew people did that a lot.

"This. It's the only car I have." He smiled at me, then pulled out into traffic. 

"Can't drive two at once anyway." He gave me a short grin.

We drove up to the top of the area known as Council Crest, there was a small park looking out over the city. A few times on the way up I was sure the car was going to rub on both sides of the road but it didn't. Carlton pulled up and parked, leaving the engine running.

He reached into a small case and pulled out an old 8 track cassette, plugged it in. It was Bob Segar. "Up on the Stage" filled the air, he reached over and adjusted the volume lower.  

Then he patted the seat beside him expectantly.

"I like this tape, I used to play and sing a bit myself." The vision of Carlton in a cowboy hat with a guitar popped into my head, he would fit that look, I thought.

I slid over next to him and we sat there quietly, watching the city and everyone down below moving around. A few cars came up from time to time but there was no conversation, he reached down and took my hand in his as the music filled the air around us.

A couple of times I started to say something, getting a quiet shush from him. I glanced at my watch once as it started to get dark, the streams of traffic down below became streaks of light, red going away and bright facing us.

Somehow it was mesmerizing.

The quiet throb of the engine, music just below the background noises seemed to lull me into a trance of some kind, it was so peaceful. Carlton turned to me after what was a very long time.

"All of those people, all living their lives. Working, shopping, eating, fighting, making love, so much going on, so many souls, so many we will never know." His voice after what must have been nearly two hours was almost startling.

"It's something to think about, to realize that all of this is just a tiny piece of so much that is going on out there in the world."

I looked at him, his face turned towards mine. What kind of man had I found here, what in the world was he? He leaned down and his lips met mine, that seemed to be exactly right at that moment.

How can I explain that? My head swam, my body responded, I felt the tinglings, and all he did was kiss me. He broke the kiss, leaned back and studied my face. If he had not leaned back I swear I would have had an orgasm right then, from just his kissing me.

The next thing I knew we were moving, headed back down the hill. We pulled up at a nice restaurant.

"Salad bar, right?" He asked, smiling. He knew that about me, too.

"Yes, fine." He opened the door for me, took my hand. I could feel the roughness of his fingers, his palm. I was completely aware of the feel of his hand. There was a power there, he was more than just a man, it was like I was being twisted and turned somehow, fitted to him like a piece of a puzzle. I had no idea at all what was going on, it was like I was in some kind of daze.

Dinner was nice, conversation was light. I kept studying his face, he knew that and just looked back at me.

Once more he took my hand, led me to the massive machine. I was ready, I was his. He had completely overwhelmed me without doing anything at all. I barely knew him, but I wanted him pressed against me, invading me, holding me tight against the world.

Back at my office building, he once again held the car door for me. I was waiting for him to ask me to go with him, I wanted him to ask me to go with him.

Instead, he took me in his arms, his big hands resting lightly on my hips. His lips once again met mine, my head swirled, lost in that sensation.

"Not yet." He smiled down at me.

"Not yet?" I asked, not sure what he meant.

"You will see. Good night Sally, thank you."

He got into his giant car, sat there waiting until I got into mine. I saw his headlights behind me, waved as he pulled out the other way.

I let out my breath with a sigh, I had been holding it in.

I slept that night soundly, waking up the next morning to the remains of a dream of his lips touching mine. I showered, dressed, and went to work.

By the middle of the next week I was beside myself, there had been no call, nothing. I drove down to the bar to visit with Pam. She wanted to know everything of course, but what did I have to tell?

"That's all? He just kissed you and went home?"

"Yep, that's it. I don't know what he is, but it's different. He had me and I think he knew that and he just...didn't?"  I sipped the Kahlua I had ordered.

I was just getting ready to leave, head for home when Carlton walked in the door. He saw me and came over, sat down.

"I figured you would have called me by now." I said, mildly miffed.

"I got busy with some things, sorry."

"You could have called."

"No, I couldn't." He just looked at me. I blinked, not understanding.

"Anyway, you are ready now." He got up and reached for my hand, waving off Pam who headed over to see if he wanted a drink.

"Ready for what?" I took his hand and got up.

"To go home with me." He smiled.

"What? Just like that? You think I am going to go home with you?"

"Yes. You are." He smiled, then turned to leave, still holding my hand. I felt myself just go with him. The last thing I saw when I looked over my shoulder was Pam standing there with a big grin on her face.




Bit of a Risk Ch. 03



We drove silently for a half hour, the only sound was an old tape of early computer music. I looked over at the conservative east side home as Carlton got out and held the door for me.

Inside, the house was neat as a pin, it had what seemed to be a feminine look to it.

"This place doesn't belong to me, I just live here." He read the question in my mind.

"Who does it belong to, then?"

"My sister, but she doesn't live here." He said, after a short hesitation. Then he opened the door to a room, we stepped inside. When he shut the door, it was completely dark. There were no windows, no lights.

"Can you turn on a light?" I asked, confused.

"Shhhh."  He said, his hands touched my shoulders, then he kissed me again. He reached up and traced my face with his fingertips, then they trickled down the side of my neck. He felt each earlobe carefully, I just stood there.

His hands went up and down my back, little flashes of sensation swept through me. Then he reached for the top button on my blouse, tripped it. He let his fingers splay outwards, touching my collar bone. Then he tripped the next button, did the same thing.

My body began to come alive, each touch of his fingers was a total awareness. I just stood there and let him touch me, both of us in total silence.

I realized when he tugged slightly upwards on my blouse that it was completely undone, next his fingers traced upwards over my breasts. I could hear his breath quicken, realized my own had quickened also. Taking my hand, he moved me slightly over, I felt my legs lightly touch the edge of a bed, sat down. He sat beside me, I felt his weight shift the mattress.

It wasn't lovemaking really, it was an inspection. Each motion he made, every touch was something I was completely aware of. I let my own hands trace over his wrists as he felt me, feeling the heavy veins, the fine hairs.

Carlton leaned forward, reached my shoes and removed them. His fingers covered every inch of my feet, one at a time. Then he stood up, I heard a rustle of clothing, when he sat back down I knew he was nude. His hands began again, lifting and touching each breast, the tips of his fingers tracing circles around my nipples.

Every few seconds he would kiss me, on the cheek, the neck. His lips grasped my earlobes, making my head spin as his hand wandered over my bare upper body. I felt my arms being lifted, his fingertips traced my armpits, tickling slightly.

He gently pressed me back against the bed, I felt my belt give. He worked the slacks down my legs, I wore no under clothing at all. I expected him to instantly reach for my vagina, he didn't, instead tracing my stomach muscles all the way down to the top of my hairless mound, then across and up my hipbones. My skin was so sensitive, every touch was sent a tingle of awareness through me.

As he pressed lightly, I knew he wanted me to roll over so I complied, he began the same slow inspection of my back. His fingers circled each bump in my spine, around my ribs, slid across my hips and over my behind. He went all the way down and up each leg, tracing tiny circles in the softness at the back of each knee. I felt him reach between my legs, tracing my inner thighs. His fingers came higher, reached my lips. He took first one, then the other in his fingertips, rolling them. Two fingers slid higher, reaching my clitoris, he pressed and lifted lightly, causing my body to shudder. My legs opened slightly to allow his touch, I had no control over that at all.

Finally Carlton reached out and pulled me over to face him, somehow even in the complete pitch black darkness I was fully aware of the shape of his body. I let my own hands begin to inspect him in return, I knew just what to do and why.

He leaned back and just allowed it, when I got to his right ribcage I felt the harsh lumps where they had healed at one time. The raised ridges were obviously scar tissue. I found one smaller indentation, I knew that was from a bullet. When I reached his legs, the skin was very rough from his hip all the way to his right knee. The other side was softer and normal.

I ran the palm of my hand upwards, reached his groin. For a moment that felt odd, then I realized, there was just one testicle. Carlton was fully erect, I let my hand sweep up and over him. I could tell that he was circumcised. His erection was normal. I heard a quiet intake of breath as I grasped him lightly.

When he turned to me, we pressed our hips together, I felt him slide inside partially without either one of us reaching down. His hips pressed forward and he slid further into my wetness, we lay like that for a moment.

The final thrusting was almost like an after thought, my body went into orgasm at the very first full penetration and just kept on. I reached my last peak when I felt him get even firmer, then the sudden wetness sent me over the final edge.

I woke up much later, the room was still pitch dark. I listened to the soft snoring beside me, reached out and traced the heavy muscles of his chest and arms. I felt mildly confused, this man had simply brought me here and taken me.

In a way I had never known before.

For some reason, I had no way to resist. I felt him stir beside me.

"What is your last name?" I asked him, instantly regretting that.

I know I felt him smile, I could see nothing at all.

"Moore." He answered, the sound of his voice after all of the complete silence was almost startling.

"Close your eyes." He told me as I felt his weight shift off the bed. I did as he asked. I felt the sudden light in the room, slowly opening them and blinking a few times. I could see him standing by the doorway, he was fully naked, his penis was erect and jutting upwards.

I felt suddenly shy about my own nakedness, so I sat up.

"What was all of that, why so quiet in the dark?" I had to ask.

"Now we know each other in a way we never can if we use our eyes." He told me, that same smile on his face.

I wasn't sure I understood. Carlton walked towards me, I could see the entire right side of his body was darker and rough looking, the purple splotches showed he had been badly burned at some time in the past.

He saw the question in my eyes.

"Roadside bomb, we got hit pretty hard. I was burned and took a couple of rounds getting out of the fire." I looked down, saw the second small round hole that I had missed the night before. That one was low down on his left side, I knew now why he had just one testicle.

He was now standing right in front of me, still fully erect. I reached out and fondled him, he stood there with a smile.

"So why all of that, in the dark?" I asked. His erection felt so nice in my hands.

"If you saw me...this way first...it would get in the way."

"I'm a Doctor, I have seen men that have been injured many times."

"That makes you feel sorry for them of course, so you see them a different way, don't you?"

I realized that this was probably true, the memory of one particular young man missing both arms flashed into my mind. I slid off of the bed, started to reach for my clothing.

"Not yet." He said.

"Oh? What do you have in mind?" I smiled at him.

He sat beside me and reached for me, his lips met mine and there was no need for more conversation. This time was completely different, my own peak came much later, the first time I had climaxed instantly on his sliding into me and just kept going over and over.

This time felt warm and nice, I lay cuddled snugly in his arms.

"So how did you.....?" I started to ask.

"Shrapnel, plus a round, there wasn't any way to save it." He answered, again reading my mind.

"It doesn't seem to slow you down any." I giggled.

"No. But then you are the first woman I have been with since...."

"Really? But this.." I touched the mass of scars on his side. "This had to have happened years ago?"

"Yes, a bit over five years."

I blinked at that.

"So, why me?"

"I don't know, you just seemed to be right?"

"I would have gone with you after our first date, you know." I laughed.

"I know." He said simply.

Later, we went to breakfast. I watched as he put away a mountain of Eggs, Hash browns, Bacon and toast. I had a fruit salad and some tea.

"You are going to be a cheap date, I see." He grinned at me between mouthfuls.

"I want to keep my girlish figure." I smiled back.

"So do you have sex a lot?" He asked.

There he went with those odd out of the blue questions again.

"I...I did when I was married." He sensed the hesitation in my voice.

"Nothing since?" He pressed, it wasn't a subject I really wanted to talk about. I hesitated again.

"It's all right, sex is normal, I was just curious."

I told him about Terry, he listened quietly as I explained it.

"So you fall in love easily? Are you in love with me?" He took another mouthful, my God this man ate a lot.

"I..in love? I barely....."

"Well, we did just fuck. Twice in fact. I was wondering how much it takes?" His words seemed harsh compared to what he had said up to then.

"I don't know, I have no idea."

"You will."

"I will what?"

"Fall in love with me." His eyes looked right at me. I realized he was serious. I suddenly felt fluttery, nervous. My hand went up and swept my hair back from my face, he caught the motion and grinned.

"You will." He said simply.

Over the next several days, I again expected Carlton to call, contact me. He didn't, and to be honest that was starting to piss me off.

Where did he go, what was he doing? Was he married, something like that? I didn't have his phone number, I knew almost nothing about him. I mostly put it out of my mind, another passing in the night, one more to chalk up to memory.

After work one evening I decided to go shopping, so I went down to a little store I knew about. The lady that ran the place knew me well, her name was Marti. She smiled as I walked in, and instantly began showing me some of the new clothing she had just gotten into stock.

I selected several outfits, decided to wear the one filmy dress she had shown me first. It had a loose top and was translucent, the shirt matched and came to just the middle of my knees, perfect.

Then I went down to the mall to select some shoes. The older bald headed man I had seen several times there before spotted me and grinned, hurrying over to help me. I had teased him before, I liked the warm feeling it gave me when he checked me out, even though it had always been innocent.

He looked me up and down, vanished into the back room and returned with a half dozen boxes. I had never known his name and never asked, this time I was curious so I did.

"I'm Jim, Mrs. Deniro." He smiled at me.

"Please, call me Sally, I am not married any more."

He had waited on me many times before, and I knew he liked me because his eyes were always on my legs, plus he shyly glanced constantly at my bust. I was pretty sure he also knew that I never wore a pantie, too, although I had never done anything blatant in front of him.

I was suddenly in the mood. I put my foot up on the little stool, hiked the hem of my skirt up a bit further than normal. I saw his eyes glance down and widen slightly, he barely managed to keep his professional air as he slipped the shoes onto my feet. 

I got up and walked around in the shoes, they were a shade too snug so I sat back down. Jim reached for another pair, I again hiked up the hem of my skirt. I knew from his angle he would need to lean forward to see up my dress, I could also see that he barely managed to keep himself from doing that.

I laughed to myself, again got up and walked around a bit. It was fun to tease him.

"I will take this pair, show me some more please." I smiled sweetly at him as his eyes met mine. He leaned down to remove the shoe, I hiked up my skirt a bit further. Jim's face turned a little red as he removed the shoes. He reached back and pulled out another pair, those were cute with open toes and the same color as the dress I had on. They also had a two inch heel.

He lifted my foot to slip the shoe on, his eyes never looked away from my legs. I opened my legs slightly, I knew that would be enough. Then I lifted that leg and set it on the floor, further over than I needed to as I put the other leg up for him to put the shoe on.

I knew that now I was close to fully exposed, Jim's eyes looked right at me. I felt the warm feeling I get when I do something like that.

"That pair looks very nice with that dress." I heard the voice behind me. I glanced back, Carlton stood there. I snapped my legs back together, blushed furiously.

I was completely caught.

"Let me buy that pair for you, Sally. They really do look good with your outfit." He came around and sat down beside me. Jim looked completely uncomfortable, he hurried off to box up the shoes.

"What are you doing here, Carlton?" I asked him.

"I was headed downtown, I saw your car so I came looking."

"Oh." I didn't know what to say.

"You like to show off a little bit, don't you?"

"What do you mean, I am just shopping?" I felt myself blush furiously again.

"It's all right, there are lots of women like that. Besides, you are beautiful." 

"Carlton, what the hell do you want from me?" I asked him, suddenly feeling pissed off.

"I just want you to fall in love with me."

"Maybe there would be a better chance of that if you called or came around once in awhile!"

"Don't get all mad, it's bad for your blood pressure. I was just busy is all." He grinned at me.

"Damn you, you seduce me and then you are just gone for days, that drives me crazy!" I said, not realizing that Jim had just returned. I looked up and saw him standing there with a startled look on his face. He looked at Carlton, then back at me.

"The shoes, they are $235.00 Mrs. Deniro." He held out the box.

"It's Sally!" I retorted, standing up and taking the box. I flounced out the door. Glancing back, I saw Carlton hand Jim a credit card, then he waved at me with a grin.

Damn him anyway! I was going to just drive off, go home, but I sat there waiting. Carlton came out, glanced around, saw me and came over to my car.

"Would you like to go for a drive with me?" He asked.

"Drive? Where?" I was still miffed, plus embarrassed. 

"Anywhere, I just want to be with you for awhile."

"I am not going to just go off somewhere to have sex with you, Carlton!"

"That's all right, I just wanted to talk, be with you. I will drive." He opened the door, I slid across the seat, struggling unladylike for a moment because of the console in my Impala.

Carlton started the car, we slipped into traffic. He drove us out by the river, then on up to a lookout point high up, it faced the big gorge upriver. It was a nice evening, I couldn't sit close to him because of the bucket type seats in my car.

"I really do like your outfit, it's sexy." He smiled at me.

"Thank you." I blushed again.

"You like letting men look at you sometimes, don't you?"

"I suppose." I blushed again furiously, no point in lying since he had caught me in the act.

"That's OK, you are beautiful and I am sure men would mostly like to see your body." He smiled and reached out, put his hand on my shoulder.

"I don't really, it's just that when I was with...Tom....?"

"I figured that, some men enjoy showing off their mates, it's exciting."

"I'm really not...Oh, I just don't know why..."

"It really is all right, I don't mind. I have never been jealous."

"Why would you even be jealous, Carlton?" I asked him.

"Well, you are mine, or I should say you will be."

"What makes you think I am yours?"

"Would you like me to show you?" He asked, letting the back of his hand brush across my left breast.

I didn't answer, the familiar tingling swept over me. He started the car.

"Where are we going?" I asked him.

"Your place, I will fix us some dinner and we can visit some more." We pulled out, my house was only a few miles from the lookout point.

Inside, Carlton took me in his arms and kissed me lightly, that same warm feeling swept over me. I was beginning to wonder what was going on, he seemed to have some kind of control, power over me that made me helpless to resist what he wanted me to do.

I felt his hands sliding the hem of my dress upwards, then he dropped to his knees and pressed his lips against me, holding the dress high. I felt a wave of pleasure sweep over me, opened my legs slightly to give him access. Then he swept me up into his arms and carried me to my couch, lay me down. He reached out and pushed my knees apart, again pressed his mouth to me.

In seconds I began to climax, he just kept on and on until the world took on a red haze. Somewhere in there he managed to undress, sliding upwards and entering me. I lay there afterward basking in the sensations, as I began to return to normal I saw that he was propped up on one elbow just watching me. He had a small smile on his face.

"I love the way you look when you are like this." He told me. His voice was once again startling after being silent for so long.

I sat up. I was completely naked but now unconcerned.

"So what are we doing here, Carlton? You come by and make love to me, then you are gone for days, no word, nothing."

"If I was around all the time you might take me for granted."

"No, I wouldn't."

"You might. But if you want, you can come and live with me."

"Why would I come and live with you, I have my own house?"

"OK. I can come and live with you...if you want me to."

"I don't know you well enough for that yet."

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything!" I looked at him.

"OK." He sat up cross legged facing me. He was nude, his erection jutting upwards. That struck me as funny and I started to giggle.

"What's so funny?" He smiled.

"How can you still be so.....afterwards?" I asked.

"You excite me, sitting there naked like that." He reached for me and we were at it again, another one of those warm sweet joinings.

Afterwards, we showered, he was actually starting to get an erection again but instead we dressed. He went into my kitchen and began to prepare a meal. It was obvious very quickly that he could cook, also. We had a nice dinner, then went into the living room.

"Are you ready to hear everything about me?" He asked.

I nodded. He started with his marriage, told me how his wife had sent him a letter just a few weeks before he was released from the hospital to come home. The long months apart had been too much, she had found someone else. Then he told me about moving North to Portland to take care of his sister's home and possessions. She was in a care facility and he drove down there to sit and talk with her, she lived in a partial coma and was bedridden from a car accident. That was where he vanished to for days on end, he was sitting and talking to her for hours every day.

He even told me about the Cat that came in for dinner that he could not touch. I sat quietly and listened.

"Now tell me about you." He asked.

I told him about my having been married, I told him about everything I could think of. As I was telling him about Tom and how our life together had been, I felt a tear trickle down my cheek. He saw that and reached out to wipe it away.

"So are we going to be together then?" He asked, when I finally fell silent.

"Maybe. We could give it a try."

"You can do anything you want, even tease other men if you have the urge to."

"I don't think I need to if I...." I let my voice trail off.

"Do you think you can keep up with me?" He asked, a grin on his face.

"Why?" I looked at him, realized he was looking at my bare legs, I had them curled under me on the couch and my bare fanny was on display.

"OH! I see. You must have that thing up again?" I grinned at him, standing up and tugging my top over my head. I stood there naked to the waist.




Bit of a Risk Ch. 03



"It is now." He smiled, reaching out to pull me into his arms.

"Show me your pussy!" He laughed, reaching for my skirt.

"Show me your dick first." I laughed back, piling on top of him.

Carlton asked me to marry him a few weeks after he moved into my house. We caught the Cat, too, funny thing is it curls up in my lap every chance it gets, he can get nowhere near it.

I told him no. For now, this is enough. Maybe someday, maybe.

But for now, this is enough.



Bit of a Risk



"Your body is wonderful, so responsive!" Terry smiled down at me.

"My God." Was all I managed.

Then he stepped to the side of the table and placing one hand on each leg he let his fingers flow up my body and back down, over and over.

My body let go again, I again had no control over that. Finally he slowed and stopped, I realized the drape was gone, I was lying there on my back completely naked in front of a total stranger.

Terry stood there grinning, he had a towel in his hands.

"How was that?" He asked.

"God. That was wonderful!"

"Good. I really had a good time taking care of you. I probably won't be able to do things like this when I get my license, but you are sure fun!" Then he left the room. I lay there for quite awhile before I got up and dressed.

"Are you going to come see me again?" He asked me as I came out.

"Yes, I would like to...very much!"

"Good. I hope so." He smiled, reached out and hugged me, then placed his hands gently on my hips. I let him, feeling warm and comfortable. I felt very good, this young man had given me exactly what I needed. 

I looked at my watch, it was 2 AM. I knew that I would sleep very well.

I could hardly wait to get down to the little bar the next evening and tell Pam.