1 comments/ 18949 views/ 0 favorites Gotcha By: MustafaFuch I had to have him, it was as simple as that, he was gorgeous, you understand, six foot two, powerful, dominating, dark hair, an infectious laugh, dazzling smile, he strode towards me, and there he was, blocking out the sunlight, he grabbed two glasses of champagne from my tray, emptied them in an instant and walked off ignoring me, not a second glance. My legs wobbled, my knees started to buckle, my hair bristled and well, you know I had to nip to the loo and sort myself out with my fingers, I was so turned on. I guess he just did not notice me, I never had developed like my classmates, I seemed to have shrunk as they had grown, Sarah whom I shared clothes with once was 32C I barely filled a B cup, and at five foot two I was no Jerry Hall, so it should have been no real surprise that he did not notice me in my less than sexy black waitress dress, white blouse and flat soled shoes. He was playing Polo, you know where they ride little ponies and whack little balls with long handled mallets, he was an upcoming star of his father's team, and as the old man was becoming a bit slow Raymond was upholding the family honour, spectacularly, out playing the Argentinean professionals in this sport of kings. He was playing so well that he threatened to overshadow the Royal Princes who had come the short distance from their Gloucestershire country home to compete, (to see who could pull the most girls in an afternoon,) or so it appeared. They did not notice me either, but I did not care, Raymond would be mine. I had been practicing for the area athletics event to be held a few weeks later, 5000 metres, half marathon, that sort of thing, I had no money much which in a weird sort of way helped, Dad did his best to help out, but after Mum walked out he struggled to keep a roof over our heads and often worked Saturdays, which is why I had run the eight miles to this work, in my tracksuit with my work clothes in a backpack, I took a dip in the lake, in case you think I was all horrible and sweaty in my waitress uniform, and I planned run back later. My plans changed when Jill who was working the opposite side of the same marquee to me, let slip that she was working that evening at the Royal Hotel and that Raymond and his on/off girlfriend Rosalyn had adjoining suites there, she worried that the event was running late and she would be late for her shift. We chatted some more and she agreed to take me to the Royal and see if they needed any casual staff that evening. As it happened the Royal were desperately short handed and within minutes I was serving, bringing the dishes from kitchens to dining room, so I would not tip the food down someone's Armani suit. I helped clear away then they trusted me with the drinks tray, Management always preferred less well endowed waitresses for this as they seemed to suffer far less "accidental" spillage of drink down their cleavage! The Band played long forgotten dances from the time of the Raj, Gilbert and Sullivan even and drunken rich morons groped each other in three four time as they staggered artlessly around the floor. Raymond came to me several times for Champagne, and Rosalyn she with the big boobs, wobbling like a cows udders, her fake smile, fake tan, fake nice personality, she pushed me aside to get to one of her supposed friends, I would push her aside later, Bitch. I phoned Dad to explain I would stay over, and not to worry and gradually the party died as guests headed for their beds, an older guy hit on me and I said I would be delighted to join him as I was thirteen and had not done it before. He went white as a sheet made his excuses and ran away as quick as his bloated body could carry him. I checked out the upper floors, my uniform being a pretty good camouflage, and heard Raymond and Rosalyn arguing, they were in adjoining suites 3 and 2. Looking out over the Park at third floor level, I was in luck, a continuous ledge ran around that face of the building so all I had to do was get access to it and I could get in their rooms. The third floor Linen cupboard had an opening window so pretty soon I was edging along the ledge, fifty feet above the unyielding Tarmac and parked Porches and Bentleys, but whatever challenge it may have presented to SAS troopers and James Bond to me it was like a Motorway, wide and strong, I took no chances and soon found Rosalyn's room, it was empty, but as I went to move on I heard the Lavatory flush in the en suite Loo and a very different Rosalyn to the one from the papers appeared, her nightgown opened to reveal that not only had she neglected to wear panties but that she was not a natural blond, luxuriant black pubic hair clustered around, cut and shaved into a heart shape usually hidden from the paparazzi by bikini bottoms. Rosalyn staggered drunkenly to her bed. Raymond's window was slightly open and being a Victorian type balanced vertical sash type I easily opened it and clambered into his room, he was in bed, snoring, I climbed onto the bed, he ignored me. I pulled back the bed covers and undid his Pyjama jacket, I marvelled at his strength and the beauty of his torso, I suppose this was the moment of truth but I just wanted him so badly that I guess I did not think twice about striping off my dress and panties and I slid into bed beside him. His Pyjama pants were a problem but they came off in the end and his prick stirred as soon as I kissed the tip, it stiffened beautifully, I worried slightly it would be too big for me, but as he slept on I positioned myself above it as best I could, spread my pussy with trembling fingers and as beads of anticipatory moisture dripped from me I lowered myself and made him mine. He shot his load far too quickly, but It would be better next time and the quantity of cum and the mess it made was wonderful, I smeared it in my hair, over my face and dipped all my clothes in it and even tore the dress for effect, then I locked the doors and hid the keys under the carpet in a corner of the room and climbed into bed happy. He stirred an hour or so later, confused, I held his prick coaxed it to life and he gratefully followed as I guided it between my legs, he nearly crushed me when he started thrusting but, it was better than I could ever have imagined, Ok I only had my dildo to compare him with but wow. "How much do I owe you" he asked as he woke me. Owe me, I would have gladly have paid him. I faked a tear "You said you would take me with you to America." He went white, "So you're not a prostitute?" Oh yes I was "No I just help out s a maid and you pulled me down when I came with room service." He imagined what had happened. "I'm sorry." I continued "Dad will kill me he is always on about underage sex." He looked worried, "Underage, how old are you?" I took a big chance "Fourteen Sir" He was shaking "Were you a Virgin?" I smiled coyly "Oh no sir, I used Mums old Vibrator." "Stop that" he shouted as I stroked his prick to hardness. I whispered, "You liked it last night when I kissed it, you said something about, Oh I forget now then you lowered me down like this." I knelt above him and sank down, his eyes widened as he saw his length slide out of sight within me. "Stop, please Stop." he cried uselessly as he put his arms around me and hugged me close, he came too soon again, filling me completely and spurting out around the root of his pick. "Will you take me to America now please." I asked "Look the only place I am going is Prison if this gets out, I will pay ten thousand dollars, if you pretend nothing happened." I looked hurt I hope. "I thought you loved me?" He blustered, "All right how much?" I tried my best little girl lost expression. "Will you be my boyfriend?" I kissed his Prick licked some of the lovely salty cum, "Please". There was a knock at the door, "Come in" I shouted to his dismay, the door opened and a Waiter entered with a silver tray, The Waiter seemed flustered, "Miss Rosalyn ordered," he was cut short by Rosalyn entering through the connecting door. She started to say something, but her jaw just about hit the floor, "You Bastard," she lunged across the room and I barely had time to swing my foot round to kick her in the face before she cannoned into the bed, I guess my heel caught her nose because there was a crack and blood was running down her face. She collapsed, in a heap, her breasts and buttocks wobbling obscenely through her transparent negligee. I realised Raymond had put his strong arms around me to protect me. She sobbed, "Just because I would not let you near me last evening, you do this" Raymond sighed, "Ros, you know it was not like that, I had too much to drink, nothing happened." Rosalyn held a cushion to her probably broken nose and sobbed "It's over." Raymond still held me, "You can let go now" I advised but he held me firm. He kept his grip. "You lot bugger off give is some privacy, she's costing two fifty an hour" and as the door closed he kept me pinned down and took me on his terms, he was so masterful and demanding, it was wonderful, like being in heaven, apart from being crushed and almost unable to breathe but he would learn. And so Rosalyn left in an ambulance, he left amid rumours of a high class prostitute, and I ran home. I washed my uniform and mended the tear before anyone saw. The week dragged by, I was doing three days a week in the Farm Shop between A levels and university, while Raymond thought I was fourteen and studying for my GCSEs! The next weekend we met up at the Royal, he hired a Vauxhall Corsa as the Aston Martin was too showy and he bought me some "More Grown Up" clothes at Marks and Spencer, and some at the specialised Lingerie store. The second week he had arranged for my hair to be done and eventually he was prepared to take a chance on being seen out with me, we dined at Mc Donalds!. The third week he was to be in America but Tuesday before her flew out we met in woodlands when I was training, an old Airbase air raid shelter with a filthy mattress but it could have been a five star hotel or a New York sidewalk because we only cared about the sex and each other, we did it again the Wednesday he returned, I had worried he would find me a turn off as I had run four miles to get to the woods but he was sweating every bit as much as me when we had finished. The end came when I took calculated risk and allowed my picture to go in the Local Paper, I needed some sponsorship, so the week before I was to run in the 5000 metres trial I let a reporter do an interview. He read it. Raymond, he knew he had been duped, and I thought I saw him at one stage of my race, but with no real sprint finish I was trying to keep the gap back to second too big for anyone to get across, it worked but Alicia who was second knocked two seconds off her personal best to get beaten by point oh five, so it was too tight for comfort, and then as I recovered there he was, Raymond. He swept me up off my feet and kissed me, in front of about a hundred people, told the press we were getting married and that our engagement had to be kept secret because I had been trying to get sponsorship, and that he was not quite sure what good international publicity for a back street Honda Moped dealer would do but then that was not their fault, and so that's why my last ever race, ended with my picture splashed across magazines from Runcorn to Rio de Janiero. It was not so much the fact we had sex at the stadium. that got me banned from the club, it was more the fact that it was in the Ladies changing room when thirty other ladies were changing, but as Ray said, his balls would have burst if he had not relieved the pressure, and there we were his bum on view, trousers down, me pushed up against the wall, crotch of my shorts pushed aside him imbedded in me and the girls cheering us on, officials trying to separate us, pandemonium, I was so excited I did not know what to think or do floating on cloud nine oblivious to all around, magical memories. We broke the seat on the Aston coming home, Ray was making the seat go up and down as he thrust into me when the motor started smelling hot and packed up, apparently the Vantage model has a bigger motor as this is a common problem when people use the seat motors as a sex aid. My sponsors "Sids Scooters" had their two minutes of fame, Rosalyn's father realised where his lazy cow of a daughter chucked away her chance of becoming a "Lady," and Ray and I got married real quietly in Raymond's Dad's private church, I think we made £100K profit after selling the odd exclusive which was nothing of the kind, and life went on. Of course my wedding pictures had to be airbrushed to hide the bulge, but at least it gave me something like decent breasts for a while, and once we had Freddie and Alex, The heir and the spare, then I got back into training. And soon after I got back into training we met this formula one guy who was into, like whips and stuff, but that's another story. Gotcha! I watch her every day. When she visits the gym, when she goes to the market, even when she's home. There isn't a moment of her day that I don't know where she is. Started even keeping a journal so that I can go back whenever I want to see what she's done. Here's a couple of my entries: ENTRY # 28 She got up today around 6:30am. She only gets up that early to do her yoga exercises. She really doesn't really need to stretch, her body seems pretty limber to me. I really do love watching her do her yoga, especially when she does it in the nude. Her full tits and hard nipples make me hard instantly. Not to mention that bush of chestnut curls with her rosy pink lips peeping out. I never make it past the first set of stretches. Watching her stretch, exposing her hot pussy like that makes me cum instantly. Needless to say, I'll be ending for now, I need to handle something. It's about 10am, she's about to go get her mail. I really wanted to know her name, so I decided to hang out in the lobby of her apartment complex. Just like clockwork, she came down at 10:15. Her brownish colored hair was pulled back in a ponytail, wisps of hair clung to her sweat dampened forehead. She flashed me this smile that set my cock on fire. I knew she was fucking hot, but up close and personal like this was too much. I had to hurry up and make a hasty retreat before she could see my "trouser tent". But the trip wasn't a wasted effort, I was able to snag a piece of mail long enough to catch her name and put it back before she came downstairs. I got back to my lookout place in record time. As soon as I got there, I dropped my pants and stroked my cock into a blissful finish. Now it's about 3pm, Heather went to the market, paid a couple of bills and now is back home. I should have went into the detective business, because no matter how close I trail her, she never notices me. I noticed this pretty brunette in Heather's apartment today. Don't really know who this woman is, she's a new face. From what I can see they're having the usual girl talk. Nothing really is going on---wait a fucking minute! Heather is kissing this woman square on the lips! The other woman's hands are on Heather's tits! Oh my God, Heather's getting naked! Jeez-us, this is so fucking hot! Gotta end it for now, can't really focus on writing and watching. Will resume later. "Heather, you really think he's watching?" Melanie whispered against Heather's lips. "I know he is. I saw him watching me earlier. I know he's there." she whispered back. "Are you sure you want to give him this kind of show?" "Mel, I'm so fucking wet from him watching me kiss you that I don't really care now if he watches or not." she giggled, sliding her tongue between Melanie's lips. "Heather, stand up next to the window and take off your pants. Show him that gorgeous muff of yours!" Melanie ordered. Heather sauntered over to the window, pretending not to see anything or anyone and slowly began to peel off her clothes. Bending at the waist, exposing her pert ass, stepping out of her shorts. Then she turned around, pressing her body against the window, she began to seductively dance. Her pussy leaving a faint trail of moisture against the windowpane. Wetting two fingers, she swirled them around her erect nipples, pinching the stone-like peaks. Trailing her fingers down her body, she paused for a minute, looking over her shoulder. Winking at Melanie, she turned her attention back to the task at hand. Unoticed, Melanie slipped out of the apartment. Parting her lips with two fingers, she pinching her clit with her fingers, gasping in pleasure, fogging the glass. ENTRY #29 I can't believe my fucking luck! Heather is in the window frigging her clit! Even from this vantage point, I can see her pussy juices on the window. I think my cock is going to burst, but I really want to savor this moment. I want to cum just when she does. That will be so goddamn sweet! Will resume this later, she's getting hotter, fogging up the glass. I really don't want to miss anything! "You fucking pervert!" Melanie yelled. "Wh-who are you?!" "Better question, who are you?!" Melanie asked, her hands on her hips. "M-my name is A-A-lec." he stammered. "Alec, huh? Tell me Alec, why are you watching my friend?" Melanie asked, trying to contain her laughter. She had caught him hunched over a notebook, sporting a huge erection through his pants. "W-what are y-you talking about? I-I'm not watching anyone." Alec stuttered. 'Shit I can't fucking believe this! Six months of watching her, never once I got caught. I should have known something was going on when this new bitch showed up. I am soo screwed.' he thought to himself. "Don't lie Alec. We saw you watching us kiss." she taunted, "She can see you bub!" Melanie said, pointing to the window. Alec turned his head slowly and saw a naked Heather looking out her window through a pair of binoculars. Alec could see a smile on her lips as she waved. "Get your shit and come with me." Melanie said. "Ain't got to go nowhere!" "Oh yeah? You better come with me or else I call the cops!" Melanie flashed her cell phone. 'I am so fucking screwed!' Alec thought to himself, gathering his books under his arm. Dropping his head in shame, he followed Melanie out of the building. Heather squealed in delight as she ran to the door. She didn't think catching him was going to be this easy. Dropping the binoculars on the sofa, she opened the door for them. "Got you a lil present Heather.", Melanie laughed as she pushed him through the door, "Heather meet your biggest fan, Alec." "So you're the naughty boy who's been watching me all this time." she giggled. Alec tried to gather his wits, but it was hard as hell. Heather was still standing in front of him naked. She moved closer to him, so close he could feel her breath on his cheek and smell her dripping pussy. "So Alec, how long have you've been watching me?" Heather whispered, her tongue flicking his earlobe. "A-A-almost six months." he managed to whisper. Her tongue against his earlobe caused a shiver down his spine. "Wanna hear a secret Alec?" "S-sure." "I know about you watching me." Alec looked up at her with eyes opened wide. "W-w-what?" "Oh yes Alec, I have known about you for some time now. Long enough to plan out exactly what I was going to do to you. Ain't that right, Mel?" she said, pushing Alec down in the chair. Melanie quickly cuffed his wrists behind the back of the chair. "What the hell are you doing to me?!" "You wanted to watch me, so watch me." she whispered, taking Melanie's hand. Licking his lips, Alec strained against the cuffs as he watched the women sit on the sofa. Heather sat down on the sofa, parting her legs. She slipped her finger into her dripping snatch and stroked her clit. Melanie sank to her knees between Heather's legs. Parting her swollen lips, Melanie's tongue snaked out and lightly teased her hard clit, before drawing it between her teeth. "Ooh that feels so nice Mel. Thats right, suck on my clitty." moaned Heather, guiding her head. Melanie sucked hard on her clit, slipping two fingers knuckle deep in her cunt. Heather started bucking her hips against Melanie's face as she buried her tongue deeper in her soaking pussy. "That's right, fuck my pussy bitch!" Heather hissed. Melanie shoved another finger inside her snatch as she furiously finger fucked her. "OH GOD MEL! SUCK MY CLIT! HARDER!" Heather howled as she began to cum in her mouth. Melanie swallow the cum as it rushed in to her hungry mouth, sucking on her clit hard sending her into a frenzy. She continued to lap at her quivering cunt until Heather laid there panting. Melanie sat back on her heels, her face shining from cum and cunt juices, that Heather quickly lapped from her face, lips and chin. Both women looked over at Alec and smiled. Alec's cock was on the verge of bursting out of his pants. "Look Mel, someone is mighty anxious." Heather joked. "Should we give him his just due now?" Melanie asked. "I think we should." Heather walked over toward Alec, her tits hovering above his lips, her nipples teasing his lips. "Stand up Alec." Struggling at first, he was able to stand up. His trouser clad erection brushed against Heather's wet mound, making him painfully aware of his situation. Suddenly, the chair was kicked out from behind him as he was pushed face down on the sofa. Stumbling forward, Alec landed on his knees in front of the sofa, his wrists still cuffed behind his back. His pants and boxers were roughly pulled down, his hard cock sprang free. "What are you gonna do to me?" he asked anxiously. "Only what you've been dreaming about doing to me." Heather giggled. Suddenly, Alec felt a cool gel being smeared on his anus, a finger probing inside, lubricating the ring of muscle. "W-What the fuck are you doing?!" Alec yelled as he felt the hot skin of a man's cock slap his ass, before the smooth head was poised at his virginal anus. "I told you, Alec, exactly what you've been dreaming to do to me. Fuck you!" No sooner than she uttered those words, the cock plunged inside Alec's ass. In one fluid stroke, the cock was buried ball deep in his ass. The sounds of heavy metal music drowned out the anguished cries of Alec. "Oh God, please, please, I'm freaking beggin you, stop!" he cried. His ass was on fire and his body shooked from sobs as the cock stabbed deep inside of him. "Heather, would you please shut this bitch up? You know how much I hate that damn heavy metal." a raspy voice gasped. Alec realized that the voice belonged to the person fucking him. At first he couldn't quite place the voice, but then it hit him--it was Melanie! "Oh my God! Melanie is a fucking man?!" Alec cried. "I prefer the term, woman with a lil bit extra." Melanie laughed in between thrusts. The music was shut off, the only sounds in the room was Melanie's grunting and Alec's cries. "Heather, I thought I told you to shut him up?" Obediantly, Heather climbed on the sofa, thrusting her pussy in Alec's face. Melanie stopped thrusting for a moment. "Only gonna tell you this once, Alec. You better eat Heather's cunt real good and make her scream or else I'm gonna rip your ass apart, understand?" Alec numbly shook his head as Heather lifted his face into her pussy, parting her lips for him. Alec swirled his tongue inside the folds of her cunt, stabbing inside her hole. His face slowly bounced in her pussy with each thrust Melanie made. Soon Alec's body was finding pleasure from Melanie's cock. The way "her" balls smacked against his own. The way "she" wiggled "her" cock inside of him. Sawing in and out of his anus, withdrawing almost completly, teasing his prostrate before plunging back inside. Heather's moans were like sweet kisses to him. Her pussy tasted sweeter than he had ever imagined. He sucked her clit into him mouth, nibbling on it with his teeth. Melanie slipped "her" hand around Alec's rock hard dick and began jerking him off. Alec felt his balls tighten up the instant Melanie's hand touched his cock. Soon Heather was in the grips of another orgasm, her legs scissored around his head. Melanie felt "her" own balls get tight and was ready to shoot. But they had other plans... Soon Heather's screams turned into pants as the orgasmic waves finally subsided. Alec felt his cum getting ready to shoot out when Melanie removed her hand, leaving him panting. "Heather, I'm ready to cum now." Melanie gasped, pulling completly out. Alec felt like his anus was on fire. He let out a long moan as he ass was emptied. Too weakened to really put up any real fight, his body was turned around. Heather lifted up his limp head. He was face to face with Melanie's brown stained cock. "Suck me off Alec." Melanie ordered, prying his lips open with "her" finger. "You gotta to be kidd....mmmfph" He protests were cut short as Melanie shoved her shit stained cock in his mouth. Not waiting for him to suck "her" off, Melanie proceeded to fuck his mouth. "That's right, suck my cock, you fucking pervert! Drain my cock and swallow my hot load shooting down your throat!" Melanie groaned as "she" emptied her load into his mouth. Alec gagged as cum filled his mouth and trickled out the corners of his mouth. But then something odd happened, something that Alec will never forget. As soon as the first stream of Melanie's cum shot into his mouth, his own cock shot out a huge load of sperm. "See I told you he was a cocksucker!" Heather laughed. ENTRY #30-Final entry I don't watch Heather anymore. Hell I don't watch anyone anymore. I tried forgetting what happened to me, but unfortunately, Heather and Melanie had other plans for me. Heather said that instead of her calling the cops and turning me in, I had to be Melanie's fuck slave. She held onto my journals as blackmail collateral so that I couldn't renege on the deal. So for the next six months, my ass is gonna be reamed by Melanie and every time Melanie is ready to cum, I got to suck off her shitty cock. As much as I can't stand the taste of my own shit and her cum, truth be told....I can't wait for that moment when she forces me to do it...I like it! This is my last entry...Mel doesn't like me keeping a journal anymore. Said it takes up too much time and she like to have me ready whenever she call and I hate to disappoint her... Gotcha! She was standing in the lobby; waiting for the elevator. She was looking forward to get to her room on the 16th floor. “It’s good to get away once in a while” she thought to herself. Life had been difficult lately but everything was finally falling into place. She knew she had lots going for herself; life could only get better. She could sense that good things were on there way for her. All of a sudden, she had a strong feeling someone was watching her. She looked over her right shoulder. There He was; standing. As she smiled timidly to Him she thought: “Humm! Very nice I like that STRONG black men type!” She felt right away a very powerful sexual energy emanating from this mysterious Stranger. He was looking at her from head to toe with mischievous eyes. By His smile and the way He was licking His lips she knew this man wanted her BAD. She felt very aroused by the possibilities. “How I wish this man would take me and make me His!” She felt a little uncomfortable though with this primal sexual attraction she felt for this Man. She knew she was very sexy in this new outfit she just bought. Her very short skirt let her garter belt show a little. She bent down intentionally sticking her ass out and moving it a bit pretending to look in one of her bags. She was glad that the elevator was taking so much time. As she was getting back up she looked back to make sure He was looking at her. She then noticed He was writing something down. “I hope this is for me; a phone number, a room number … anything!” “Chantal you can’t do this, only sluts do stuff like that. You don’t know him. He could be a very dangerous man for all you know” It was like two different persons were arguing in her head. The elevator doors finally opened. She was about to look over her shoulder one last time when she felt His powerful presence behind her. He was really close. He whispered in her ear: “take this note and read it as soon as you get in the elevator”. She smiled at him, took the note, grabbed her bags, and got on the elevator. She could feel her heart pounding as she opened the folded piece of paper. She was shocked but yet aroused by what she was reading: “in 30 sec. I’ll come after you. If you make it inside your room you’re safe. If you don’t I’ll take you like you’ve never been taken before”. She stood there for several seconds with her mouth wide open; she could barely believe what she had read. She was scared but aroused. She couldn’t understand how those two feelings could cohabitate in her at the very same moment. “Relax Chantal, she taught; this man doesn’t know where your room is. There is no way He can get to you.” Those were very calming thoughts but disappointing at the same time. “What a slut I am” she said out loud laughing. She thought about this mysterious Stranger and was hoping to see Him again. She knew He couldn’t get to her until she remembered seeing a black man that same morning on the 16th floor that could have been Him. “Yes, she started recalling to herself, He was probably about the same height, He had that very strong body type. I didn’t get to see His face this morning but definitely noticed his shaved head.” “Oh no! What if this was the same man. He could be on his way to the 16th floor now to take me.” Those thoughts again made her very anxious but aroused her at the same time. She couldn’t really understand what was going on inside her. Her palms were sweating in thoughts of what could happen if this man would get to her. The elevator had gone up without stopping until the 14th floor. The doors opened on a man wearing a very nice business suit trying to get his suitcases on the elevator complaining that he had gotten off one story too soon. This man was taking forever to get on. When he finally got on he pressed the 15th floor button. He looked at her and smiled: “Sorry for taking so long”. She almost wanted to thank him! She was watching him hoping to make those mixed feelings go away. He was going through his pockets and as the elevator doors opened on the 15th floor he said: “Let me find my key to make sure that this is the right floor for me” as he was holding the elevator doors open. She got really nervous because she knew that this was taking much too long. “If this Stranger was the same man I saw this morning He certainly made it to the 16th floor by now, she taught”. This man holding the elevator finally pulled out the key out of his pocket and shouted: “I am on the 16th floor!!!” He apologized again and got back in. As he was about to press on the 16th floor button of the elevator he said: “I guess we are going to the same floor.” She smiled very nervously because she knew now that she could be in for some trouble. The elevator doors finally opened to the 16th floor. He offered her some help with her bags but she ignored him rushing out of the elevator. She was feeling safer that this man was actually getting off on the same floor as her. She quickly stepped out of the elevator trying to get to her room. She was almost there when but dropped some bags in all that nervousness. She was looking all around her. There was no one in sight but the man from the elevator trying to get around with all his suitcases. She quickly picked up the bags from the floor. She was out of breath from all that adrenaline rushing through her body. She wasn’t quite sure if the adrenaline was from the fear or from the arousal that the possibilities had brought up in her. She was at the door of her room, looking franticly through her pockets to find her key. “Stupid girl, she thought, you should have gotten your key out earlier.” As she finally felt the key in her hand she also felt a strong hand on her mouth. He was there … waiting for her. “What did the note say bitch?” he whispered in her ear. She was trying to get away but He grabbed her from the waist and lifted her up. She could feel his strength but He was not hurting her. He put her face to the wall by the door and then lifted her again. She found herself very quickly thrown on the bed. She could see all her bags on the floor in the room as well … she couldn’t quite understand what was going on. This man was on top of here, powerfully holding her down. She was very aroused to feel His strong body on top of her. She saw some movement from the corner of her eye. “That suit! The elevator man! Oh my gosh! These guys knew what they were doing.” She could see him setting up a camcorder. She was scared because this is how a woman should feel under these circumstances but she now knew that this whole situation was exciting her sexually like nothing else had ever excited her before. Very quickly she was blindfolded. She was laying on her stomach her legs and arms spread open on the bed her wrists and ankles tied up. This stranger was making sure that she was feeling all His power but He was still not hurting her at all. She was even more aroused. He lifted her skirt and without hesitation ripped off her panties. He was inside of her before she could even realize that she was at His mercy. She moaned in pleasure very loudly as she felt her juices being squeezed out of her. She knew for sure then that this was going to be the ride of her life! This Stranger used her in all ways possible; leaving her soaking wet with His cum dripping out of her. He had called her His own little slut while fucking her like a beast. He was very powerful but so gentle at the same time. She knew that this whole scene had been recorded and it was exciting her. She also knew that this Stranger didn’t let the “elevator man” touch her. She was totally blown away by the whole situation. “This Man is FABULOUS” she thought to herself. After He was done with her, He left her there for a couple of minutes. She could hear some movement in the room but didn’t know what was going on. She was still taken by what this WONDERFUL and POWERFUL Stranger made her experience. Warm towels were all of a sudden put gently on her body. The restraints were coming loose. She moved a little bit and felt His body getting close to her. He placed a soft kiss on her lips as He took the blindfold off. They looked at each other intensely and burst out laughing. He pulled her closer and gave her a tender hug. They couldn’t stop laughing because they knew that this had been another perfect “session” for T/them. They sat back sipping on a drink, thanking the “elevator man” for his cooperation! Gotcha! I was doing nothing special when the conjuration began to come through from the old church of St James the Least, so I popped over to see what was going on. Sure enough, there was the pastor all dressed up in a long white robe, standing inside a pentacle and intoning the usual El + Elohim + Sabaoth + Adonay + Tetragrammaton + Saday ... And Blah Blah Fishcakes, I thought, letting him get on with it while I prowled round checking the set-up. An accurate pentacle carefully fitted into a circle, saucers of holy water, and little heaps of salt where the lines crossed. All spotlessly clean. Bunches of fresh herbs, good quality altar candles -- no getting away from it, he was safe inside that lot. ... Tetra + Pagiel + Salmia + Azimor + ... he chanted. Well, there's a limit to how much of that anyone can take, so I materialised and made my presence known by stepping into the light of the candles. He switched into Latin, the way they always do. "---- An adsis, daemone? Adiuro et coniuro te, in nomine ... " "No need for the old yadda yadda," I said, "I do spikka da English you know. Loquor anglice, OK?" "---- You do? What fiend are you then? I demand that you answer, by Athanatos, Paracletos, Agla ..." He was off again. "Enough, already!" I said, "It's really not necessary." "---- You equivocate, fiend. Answer, I command you: are you Asmodeus? Belphegor? Beelzebub himself?" "No, pal, none of the above, and definitely not Beelzebub. Come on, be realistic, these are the princes of pandaemonium, the biggest names in town, the A-List. They have the entire multiverse to misrule. You can't expect demons of that calibre to manifest themselves for a mere conjuration." "---- But Abra-Melin says ..." "Way out of date, your Abra-Melin. It's like inflation, see? There was a time, I grant you, back in the Middle Ages, you might have raised a cacodemon if you did your conjuration right; maybe even one of the big boys if you sacrificed a virgin or two. But nowadays ... no chance." "---- You are then merely an imp, a familiar spirit?" "One of Satan's little helpers? Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not actually a demon of any kind. I'm more of a ghost." I gave him the old apologetic shrug, turning my hands and wrists up to show how harmless I was. The pastor looked disappointed for a moment. Then he brightened. "---- Ah, an earth-bound spirit, unable to leave this material plane because something is holding you back. Some hidden crime, perhaps, which you wish to have exposed? Some message for one who yet lives on earth? Perhaps I can help to free you? I have a Master's in exorcism." "That's decent of you," I said, "and I really do appreciate it. Only, it's not quite like that. Look pastor, the fact is I have already been -- as you might put it -- to my reward. I've been to heaven, seen the archangels, hymned the Godhead. The thing is, though, I've got a bit of an attention deficit problem. It's not my scene, okay? Plenty of souls there, ecstatically happy singing Holy! Holy! Holy! for all eternity." "---- Joy ineffable!" murmured the pastor. "Only personally speaking, I found it worse than sitting through one of those operas where they repeat everything about six times. I would have been bored to death, if I wasn't dead already." "---- So you came back to join the spirits who remain on earth? You are a revenant?" "Well yes, sort of, but to be honest I wasn't impressed by the other ghosts. They're not exactly a bundle of laughs, you know. Sensitive souls who hang about some gloomy place moaning and groaning and feeling sorry for themselves until they eventually fade away. So that just left the devils and imps and whatnot. I mean they're vicious bastards, but you do get a laugh. And it's quite interesting watching them dealing with the sinners." "---- You have then been to the -- er -- Inferno?" "Course I've been to the -- er -- Inferno. That's where I was when you started this conjuration. I was watching some imps pulling the hairs out the nostrils of Pol Pot. Did you know he was a freemason, by the way?" "---- No, was he really? How extraordinary." "No of course he wasn't! You can't believe anything you hear around the demons." Gave him fair warning there, I think. "So anyway, I generally hang out with the lesser demons and imps and watch them at their mischief." "---- I can hardly believe that compares with bliss eternal." "Well, different strokes... Speaking of which, I guess you prepared for your conjuration in the traditional way?" "---- Well, I followed Abra-Melin..." "Right, so that would be -- what? -- thirty days of total chastity, a week of abstention from all meat and booze, and the final three days on nothing but water drawn from a spring by moonlight?" "---- Yes, and the spiritual exercises." "Sure, sure, but it's basically no sex and a full detox, yes?" The pastor nodded. "Load of rubbish. It has absolutely nothing to do with the efficacy of the conjuration. You could have been screwing somebody senseless for the past month, and you would still have raised me. You could have been slicing into a juicy steak last night, a nice thick filet mignon say, oozing pink on to the plate, and served with a garlic mustard ..." "---- Stop it! Desist, tempter!" "Hey, lighten up! Who's tempting? That's not what ghosts do, we're more information-givers. Okay? For example, here's a thing. This chastity business -- it's been a while, eh? Leaves you with a bit of an edge, eh? Balls filled and overflowing, eh? Well I can tell you, one of the women in your church thinks you are really sexy." "---- Surely not." the pastor purred. He drew himself up slightly, sucked in his stomach. I could see he was interested. "Straight up, choking for it, she is. She has amazing fantasies about the things you would do together. Only I can't tell you her name, me being a ghost." "---- Oh." "At least not directly. I could spell it out by knocking, if you like: one for A, two knocks for B, and so on. It takes forever, though." I paused to let that sink in, and then said: "Tell you what, if you've got a bit of virgin parchment handy I could make her name appear on it in letters of fire." I didn't think he would fall for it, but he reached out from the safety of his pentacle to pick up a sheet from the altar and I had him fast! "---- Let go!" he cried, pulling helplessly against my claws. Then as I reeled him in "Curse you, you are a demon!" So I gave him a whiff of the old brimstone and said: "Damn' right, I'm a demon. Son of the Father of Lies, I am!" Gotcha Everyone in the world has their own personal brand of heroin. No matter who you are, what you believe, or how you think, you do. Now most people it isn't even an actual drug, just a craving, and an addiction they can't get rid of. And yes even I have a brand of heroin, for me it's a guy I've known for years. I know what you're thinking. But wait until you see this guy you'll see. Everyone that has an addiction knows there are signs. All this guy has to do is look at me and my knees get weak and I start drooling and fantasizing about all the things I wish I had the guts to do to him. I have a very vivid imagination but am timid and somewhat shy. This guy, his name is Brad, he's gorgeous. Not just that he's dangerous, mysterious, and smart. He stands a little bit taller than my five foot seven frame with dark blond hair that falls a little bit into his eyes that are even more to die for. His eyes are a cool blue, but they change. Sometimes they go silver sometimes a dark gray. He has a tattoo across his back, and oh yeah he's ripped. We are talking killer eight pack that is hard even without him flexing, drool worthy. And when he speaks.......well let's just say if he told me to bend over in front of god and everyone and drop my pants I wouldn't argue with him. Something about him makes me shake and feel flushed. It's the greatest feeling in the world when he touches me I feel like I'm on fire. All of this started at age seventeen the first time we met and the last time I had all of my heart to give. It would be foolish not to admit that I fell for him hook, line and sinker. The first step to beating an addiction is admitting the faults you have involving it. Shortly after we met though he disappeared from my life until a cold November afternoon four years later. That's a very long time to carry a torch for a guy I know but remember addicts don't always have a reasonable explanation for the crazy things they do. Anyway, there he was he smiled at me and his eyes lit up, I instantly felt my whole body go weak I had to remind myself of where I was and what I needed to do there. A few days later we ran practically right smack into each other. This time I gave him my number. My ex who still lived with me at the time started to call Brad my stalker because it seemed no matter where we went, magically there he would be. Me I tend to think it was fate telling us that it was time for us to come back into each other's lives. Fate is a very tricky bastard as we all know. And I never told my ex but I actually looked forward to running into Brad. It was the only way I could get my fix. Until he figured out I wanted him and then all hell broke loose, but damn it was so much fun. A few weeks after I gave him my number I would text him most of the day, usually getting a response a few hours behind. He's not a texting whore like me. But I get bored a lot and that's my pass time. Lame excuse I know but still. Finally he asked me to hang out with him instead of our usual run ins. I almost jumped out of my clothes when he said he would come get me. I was that bad. Of course he thankfully can't see through phones so all the feelings I had and the thoughts of him I thought where still my secret. We hung out a lot after that and when I moved he was a frequent visitor. But one night during an insane rain storm as I was lighting candles because of a power outage he appeared completely soaked on my porch. "Hey, my car broke down up the road and my phone doesn't want to work can I use yours?" He asked leaning against the door frame his hair, my god his hair was plastered to his head and he looked like the baddest bad boy on the planet. I didn't trust my voice so I nodded and moved back so he could come in. He shook his head like a wet dog and stayed in the kitchen claiming he didn't want to track water everywhere. I went and got my phone handing it to him and then going to get him some towels. When I returned he handed me my phone back and shook his head. "The tow company can't come tow my car because of the floods so my car is stuck on the side of the road until tomorrow." He said sadly. He looked up at me. I handed him the towels. "Well you can stay here. I have a unclaimed couch for you if you'd like. First though you should get out of those wet clothes. I think I have some swim trunks you can borrow and I'll dry your clothes for you." I said talking way too fast. He laughed and started to dry off. "Can you help me with my shirt? It's sort of stuck." He said after a few minutes of drying his hair. I swallowed really hard. The candles lit his face in a way I had never seen before and I could barely speak let alone think clearly. I reached forward and helped him take off his shirt. His ripped abs made my jaw go slack. He kicked off his shoes and socks and tossed them on top of his shirt. Then his hand went to his belt. I hurried away to go find the swim trunks I had. When I came back he had a towel around his waist. I felt stupid and drunk. "Here" I squeaked out holding the trunks to him he took them and thanked me. He slipped them on under the towel and then dropped it next to his clothes, which he gathered up and quietly handed them to me. I took them into the hottest room of the house, mine, and laid them across the dresser so they would dry. I found his boxers and my whole body started to shake again. I tried to regain my composure and ran back out into the living room. Brad had sat down on the floor and was fiddling with his phone. "You'd think my service would still work. Maybe some of the telephone poles went down or something. Stupid prepaid phones." He set it down and looked up at me. I trembled all over. He looked so innocent looking up at me that way I had to sit. "Are you thirsty?" I asked softly he shook his head. "No, but you look like you need something." He replied. I gulped. "Such as?" I didn't trust myself to look at him. I heard him shift and then his finger was under my chin lifting my head up so I had to look at him. He was so close I started to hyperventilate. He leaned forward and his mouth claimed mine. My whole body felt like it was instantly on fire. When his tongue touched mine I almost passed out. I had to remind myself to breathe. He pulled back and smiled at me sitting back down. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, and then I got on my hands and knees and crawled to him kissing him back. His arms went around my neck and he pulled me closer to him. Our tongues tangled with each other and the kiss seemed to last an eternity but was really only a few minutes. The contact made me high, giddy even and I didn't want it to end. Thankfully he didn't seem to want it to either, he pulled me into his lap so I had to straddle him and started kissing my neck biting me softly, I moaned I couldn't help it my whole body felt set to vibrate. He laughed and pulled back. "How long have you been thinking about this?" He asked me. I tried desperately to suck in oxygen. "A long time." I admitted. Brad grinned at me, a grin that made me drool. I was sunk. I knew it, and so did he. He pulled on me making me sit so he could rock my hips back and forth and I could feel how hard he was getting. I gasped and kissed him again. My arms going around his neck and my hand closing around a fist full of his hair I pulled and he growled. My pussy got so wet in that second I was afraid he could feel it through my clothes. He inhaled sharply and looked at me. "Hmm, someone is turned on. You smell good enough to eat." He growled again and bit down on my neck I jerked in his lap. He laughed this time. "Scared?" he asked in a soft whisper right next to my ear. I bit my lip my eyes flutterd closed and I moaned. He pushed me backward so that I was on my knees again and took off my shirt and bra. Immediately when my tits sprang free his mouth closed on one nipple and he sucked nibbling it softly. It felt so good I almost gushed right then and there. I pushed his head back. He grinned at me and pulled me into his lap again. A loud clap of thunder made me whimper. He pulled me closer so he could press his mouth to my ear. "Does the storm turn you on too? Maybe you should show me just how much. "He whispered. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back some, exposing my neck to him. He bit me hard so hard I cried out and then he growled again pushing me back and following me down. His weight on me was almost too perfect and I spread my legs, forcing him to settle between my legs I lifted up grinding into him. He shoved my back down and kissed me so hard my mouth smashed against his. His tongue thrust into my mouth and he grabbed my hair again. Almost against my will my hips thrust upward against him again and I moaned louder this time. He lifted my hips up and continued to grind me into him. I almost couldn't take it I grabbed his hands and shoved them away. I started to unbutton my jeans and kick them off. He put his hand against my panties and groaned. "Lace, damn baby." He ran his knuckles over the wetness and looked at me watching me carefully. He took off his swim trunks and settled more comfortable between my legs. He moved my panties aside and started teasing me with his cock. Letting my pussy juices soak his cock and rubbing it around. I tried to thrust up and make him penetrate me he laughed at me and then thrust into me hard and fast we both cried out. His mouth hung open and he looked down at me. "Shit. You're pussy is so wet and tight. Oh god." He lifted my hips and thrust in and out of me. He moaned and my head started spinning dizziness took over and I had one hell of an orgasm. He waited for the spasms to stop and then started fucking me harder. Our moans mingled and I started to orgasm again. I have never done that with any guy in my whole life. It takes a lot to get me off but I found myself jerking with one orgasm after another. I could barely catch my breath before another one hit me. He pulled out and flipped me over onto my hands and knees. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back onto his cock pounding me so hard I started screaming from the pleasure. One of his hands lifted and he popped my ass. I orgasmed really hard that time. He leaned as far forward as he could so that his rock hard abs pressed into my back and pulled my head up. "I want you to be my dirty little whore. Would you like that?" He asked. I nodded my head. "Say it." He commanded. "Say what?" I asked. "Say you're my dirty little whore." He commanded pulling my hair. "I'm you're dirty little whore." I said gasping frantically for breath. He started slamming into me so hard the sound of our bodies hitting with each thrust seemed to echo through the room. I cried out and squirted. "Oh shit!" he came at that instant but didn't stop. He kept going and pulled me up a little so he could get deeper into me. My whole body began to shake. He pulled out again and made me stand I could barely do it. He walked me to my bedroom and shoved me down on the bed dragging me to the very edge of the bed and slamming into me. I saw stars. Lighting lit up my bedroom window and I orgasmed again. My whole body shaking with each spasm so hard I thought I was epileptic. He didn't stop. And I didn't want him to. It almost felt as if he could read my mind I loved it. He reached out and grabbed my throat making it harder for me to breath. I love that. Most guys won't do it. They think it hurts me but it makes my orgasms so much better. My whole body started jerking with my next orgasm and I moaned so loud I thought the neighbors could hear me over the storm raging outside. He smiled at me leaning forward and kissing me again. He sucked on my tongue and picked me up moving me up toward my pillows. He started pounding me against the mattress I squirted again. "Do you like that?" He asked. "Yes. Yes. Fuck me harder. Please. Please." I panted. He obliged and the bed started hitting the wall pretty hard. I still couldn't get enough it wasn't hard enough but I didn't say a word. He came again and moaned really loud next to my ear. I had another orgasm. I started feeling a little weak when he flipped me onto my stomach and told me to lay flat, then he thrust into me and I felt like my whole body every nerve ending was centered around his thrusts. I think I actually shot him out of me. He entered me even harder and started pounding me that way, I lifted up a little to get him deeper inside me and started moving to his thrusts. He moaned and came again. I started to wonder how much cum he could possibly have left. But I didn't have much time to think about it because I squirted again this time he held on. My bed was soaked I could feel it under me. He started going so fast that I lost consciousness for a split second or two. When I regained it he was cumming so hard I felt it gushing into me. He became very still. I started rocking my hips in a circle on him. He moaned repeatedly every time I made a full circle and gasped. He let me do it for a few minutes before he pressed down hard to keep me still. Gasping loudly he lay on top of me. He pulled out with a plop and rolled off me lying on his back panting. Then he started laughing. "What's funny?" I asked. He rolled his head to look at me and shook his head. His eyes were so bright in the next flash of lightning I was momentarily at a loss for words. He was so gorgeous it was hard to look away. He laid that way for a while neither breaking eye contact. Finally he pulled me closer to him and let me lay my head against his chest. His heart thudded loudly and I decided I liked that sound. "You know I knew you wanted me that way the first time we met." He said after a long silence. I lifted my head and looked at him. "What?" I cried. He chuckled. "I'm not blind you know." He added. I shook my head trying to deny it. He looked away. "Hey you know what though?" "No, what?" "Gotcha." He grinned at me at first I didn't understand but then I grinned back. "Gotcha too." I said he laughed. Gotcha Back! This story is the product of a diseased and febrile mind. As such, it is fiction. Having said that; All my stories are true, even the ones I make up. Copyright 2007 L_D_Darrow I wish to thank hammer17 for taking the time to edit my offering. All mistakes are mine solely, whether planed or not. God! Sam was always trying to get me to try a different way of playing in our love making. In all our eleven years together he was always exploring. I have to admit, having his mouth in my vulva drove me to new heights, but I couldn't do the same for him. So to speak. My mother had drilled into me how a proper woman behaved and many things Sam wanted me to try just turned me cold. My best friend Ann, was a divorcee, almost a scandal in this town, she and I talked over coffee at my place, she didn't see anything wrong with some things Sam had suggested, she said I should ask him why he made the suggestions. "Sam?" I asked one day. "Do you really need these alternative love-making acts?" "No Jo, I don't really need them, you do." Sam said. "I most certainly do not!" I yelled at him. "Love, I don't want you turning to someone else because of something I won't do for you." "That has got to be the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard." I said really getting angry. "I'm afraid your mother has really brain-washed you. I've tried to free you, but it goes deep." "Leave my mother out of this. We are talking about you and I." Later he had tried to get me interested in some of the more racy movies, I refused to watch them, Men are so dirty minded. Just last night he tried to put his finger on my anus while we were making love. I almost threw him out of bed I was so shocked. I had another long talk with Ann about that. She came right out and asked how we normally made love, I was so embarrassed, mom had told me, proper ladies didn't talk about those kinds of things. Ann was relentless, I finally told her of the ways that my husband and I made love. She looked at me and asked. "And?" "And what?" "You told me you kiss, he suckles your breasts, he screws you from the front and occasionally you let him eat you. That's all you allow?" "Isn't that enough?" I was shocked at the terms Ann used. I changed the subject. Several months went by after that, Sam seemed to have stopped trying to be so inventive, Odd, but I seemed to have lost some interest in pleasing him also. I kept telling him I was too tired, he would just look at me and roll over. He would say. "Good night Jo, I love you." I, quite relieved would say. "Good night Sam, I love you." Then on the nights, when I would be 'in the mood' he said he was too tired. I was a little apprehensive, at first. We ran a small country store, and every minute of the day and night, I could account for his whereabouts. Mom warned me that men always cheated on their wives. I had decided to make sure Sam never had a chance. We somehow started playing little tricks on each other. Childish things. The first he played on me, or so I thought. Later I discovered I had done it to myself. I was cooking supper one night, we took turns, one would cook and the other clean up. The next night we would switch. I decided the stew needed salt, when I shook the container the lid came off, Sam was watching at the time, he had just set the table, and I saw an immediate grin on his face. I jumped to the assumption he had loosened the top on purpose. I was very angry and said some things I shouldn't have. He apologized and took me to dinner. It wasn't until the next afternoon, when I saw the bulk salt still setting out that I remembered I had filled the shaker, and the telephone rang. I had left the top loose myself. Unfortunately, my husband wore a sign on his back all day that said. 'My husband is a pervert.' One of his buddies quietly told him about it, but it being bread day, many of our little town's wives got to read it. The next day he added a line to the sign, 'My wife loves it' and I wore it most of the day. That day the fishing licenses for the year were available, most of the town's husbands read the sign. I got a call in the afternoon from a wife who asked me to remove the sign. Soon the war escalated, I was nastier then Sam, some days I got him several times. Ann asked me. "Jo hasn't this gone far enough?" "Well maybe... It's not as much fun, he only fights back a little. He's so good humored about it, I don't think he minds all that much." "Well it is a form of attention for him." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, you've told me that Sam and you hardly talk to each other in bed, and nothing else either." I had, in a moment of weakness, told Ann, that we've only been just sleeping lately. I decided to stop the games, I was many times ahead of Sam in our game of 'gotcha' Things might have been fine, but we were both speakers at a club meeting, held at the school's gym that Friday night. It was in the middle of summer, and hot. I wore a dark dress so I wouldn't have to wear much underneath. Sam spoke at the beginning of the meeting, and I near the last. When I turned to go back to my seat on stage, I heard some laughter, when I sat, I felt the cold metal seat on my leg where the dress should have been covering it. A seam in the dress was completely open, I was furious at Sams latest 'gotcha'. I blasted him in front many people after the curtain came down. The next day I convinced Ann to help in my next scheme, she didn't want to, but as she would be the designated driver she said "Okay." We went swimming at the Gleasons, Saturday, I warned all of the wives not to stop to give Sam a ride home, no matter what, or else. Sam likes to swim and he still looks good in a suit. Late in the afternoon I got back into my clothes and told him we were leaving right now, no arguments. He had just gotten out of the pool and was dripping all over. I had him put a towel under him on the seat of my car. I knew most of the people there at the Gleason's would be leaving in a few minutes for an early dinner at another club in town. The Gleason's lived about two miles up a dirt road from the paved road. We were on the dirt, about half way to the paved road when I said. "Sam, this won't do. You are going to ruin my seat on that side. I'll stop and you can dry off, I'll hand you your clothes." He didn't like the idea, but he said "Okay" I gave him my mostly dry towel, and he took off his swimming trunks, standing on the side of the road, with the door open. I asked for the towel to put on the seat in case it was damp and reached in to the back for his clothes. As soon as he let go of the door to reach for his clothes, I stepped on the gas. Looking back at my husband, naked on the side of the road, nowhere to hide, and about thirty people in their cars about to drive by, I laughed. "Gotcha!" I cried. Ann had a change of his clothes in her car, she would wait until everyone had left and then pick him up. That was her part of the deal. The phone was ringing when I got home, The sight of Sam, standing on the side of the road, thumb and other things sticking out, began to trickle in. One call wasn't about Sam, and I was instantly ashamed. While the school staff were setting up for a kids show, they found a long string of thread hooked into the chair, the one where I had been setting on stage Saturday. Sam had nothing to do with my 'wardrobe malfunction'. I expected Ann to drop off Sam in a half hour or so. It was nearly two hours later when he came in. He didn't say anything, other then "Hi Jo, I think it's my turn to fix dinner." I set our table, then called Ann from the other room. "Ann, what happened? Why did it take you so long?" "Hi Jo... Ah, my car wouldn't start when it was time to leave. Poor Sam, he was trying to walk on the rough gravel, out to the main road. He wasn't making any effort to cover up. You should have at least tossed him his shoes. I really think you should stop this nonsense Jo." I agreed, then I told her about the chair, and it hadn't been Sam's fault. Ann sounded really upset with me. Sam called that supper was ready, so I said goodbye. Sam didn't say a word about my 'gotcha' today. I was really starting to regret what I had done. Most of the people that had passed him were leaders of the community. I really didn't know how to start to say 'I'm sorry' over this one. I started to feel really guilty when I found that as I watched TV, He had moved all of his stuff out of our bedroom into the spare room. Over the next week, Sam became a hero, especially to the men in town. He had stood naked in front of many people, outwardly as calm and unembarrassed as a real man could. I lost many friends, or at least acquaintances over that stunt. Most said I had gone to far. I had to agree with their assessments. Sam wouldn't talk to me about anything other than store business, He went down town this morning, I was totally shocked when the Sheriff served me the divorce papers. I marched downtown to see what was going on, I thought this was Sam's return 'gotcha', and just a prank. The judge said. "I'm sorry Jo, these are legal documents, I suggest you go upstairs and get a lawyer." In a small town like ours, with a very low crime rate, things move quickly in the court system. In two weeks I was divorced, on the grounds of public humiliation of my spouse. It was an old law, meant usually for the wife, but it was there. There was a six month waiting period, but Sam left me with the store, and went to work for the school system as a procurement officer. He purchased the supplies the school needed. Ann moved in with him, they have and old 'fixer-upper' on the other side of town. I lost the store to creditors, after a Wall-Mart opened up twenty miles away, I now work in the diner on the corner as a cook. I talk with Ann, we are still friends. Sam and her have a very satisfying sex life from what she tells me. The town is changing, modernizing. I live with a mechanic now, He was rough on me at first, he wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. I now perform all of the sex acts, and positions that Sam used to try to get me to do. Oh, what a fool I have been, I now crave sex, but it's always Sam's face I see when I close my eyes.