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Assignation

By: Deborah



Lilith met Governor Daniel Bridge by way of an introduction from Thomas Peterson, Chief Executive Officer of International Indemnity, an insurance and financial conglomerate. Peterson had spotted her strolling through the Comdex exhibits on November 16th. 

Thomas Peterson was a major contributor to Governor Bridge's campaigns and other political endeavors. He also played a more important role as far as the governor was concerned. Peterson arranged assignations for the governor. Wild and kinky sex with beautiful young women. He often paid these women several thousand dollars for a few hours of accommodating the governor's increasingly bizarre fantasies. The governor had become impatient of late because he was becoming bored with the usual fare of Vegas dancers and strippers.

The woman was beyond description was Peterson's first thought at first sight. She looked like an angel but yet like a devil. Extraordinarily beautiful but dangerous looking. Eyes followed her like magnets. Very tall, well over six foot in those spiked heels. Platinum blonde hair although Thomas was pretty sure it was a wig, green eyes and a strange beauty mark on her forehead. She was wearing an incredible neon green lace dress with a g-string. You could see right through it. Absolutely stunning.

Peterson approached her and she didn't blink an eye when he handed her five one hundred dollar bills along with his business card. "For a brief conversation," he offered as he introduced himself. "Please tell me about yourself in twenty-five words or less."

The woman introduced herself as Eileen MacGregor and produced identification although she said her professional name was Lilith. Said she was a model from AdultDex which was going on at the same time as Comdex and also had starred in very exclusive porn films that were only available to select clientele.

Peterson asked her if she did kinky. Lilith responded, "I am a Baobhan Sith, an evil Scottish fairie who appears as a beautiful young woman dressed in green who dances with a man until he is exhausted and then feeds upon him." 

Thomas knew he had found the right one and the governor would be very pleased. He made arrangements to meet Lilith the next night because she insisted she had prior commitments for the remainder of the day. At this point he told her no details other than he would pay her $10,000 for an evening's adventure.

Daniel Bridge was in his second and last term as governor of a large eastern state. Everyone knew of his vice presidential aspirations for 2000. He was thought by many to be the most interesting person in national Republican politics other than the presidential candidates themselves. If they only knew just how interesting he was. The current political thinking was that if the GOP should not win the White House, the governor would go back into his favored underdog position and run for president himself in 2004.

The governor, members of his staff and the rest of his menagerie had been in Silicon Valley investigating various hardware and software alternative strategies that the governor could employ on a statewide basis, or nationally if the opportunity arose. Thomas Peterson had initially suggested the ploy to garner national media attention and as a jab at that candidate from the other party who claimed he invented the internet. Peterson also had set up a weekend in Redmond, Washington at the unearthly $50 million abode of the world's richest person and most famous CEO. 

Governor Bridge, Thomas Peterson, and their cronies and security people were staying in a famous hotel overlooking the Strip and adjacent to the Las Vegas Convention Center. They occupied the entire top floor, mostly for security purposes. The governor's suite alone cost Peterson over $1,500 a night.

Peterson had told Lilith to meet him in the hotel's nightclub at 9:00 PM and to ask for his table. He was anxiously staring at his Rolex and fidgeting nervously. The governor did not like to be kept waiting. Finally she made her grand appearance at 9:30 PM. She was wearing an elegant designer green satin floor-length dress with a plunging "V" lace back. Slit high in front and strapless, with a sweetheart neckline, it left her shoulders beautifully bare. Around her neck was an Iron Cross on a chain. He could tell it was authentic and recognized it as the 1939 edition by the swastika although he could not actually read the date without his glasses. 

Thomas was mesmerized and almost speechless at the sight of this demonic diva. The color of the satin dress matched her eyes perfectly he thought; flaming green. He got right to business because he knew the governor would be angry because of the delay.

"Lilith," he began as he slipped her the envelope containing the $10,000, "I want you to entertain my friend the governor. Discretion is of utmost importance. We agreed on kinky. I'll leave the details of that requirement to what I assume is your unimaginable imagination. Should this evening prove, well, mutually rewarding, there could be future assignations."

Lilith stared Thomas down, smirked seductively and replied, "This will be a night your friend the governor will never forget."

Thomas sighed and thought if only it were he who was about to enjoy whatever divine revelations this very strange and very exotic beauty had in mind. "I have no doubt. When we get up to the governor's room you will be searched by security, patted down. Your purse, anything you want to remove now?"

"Well, what about my, you know, special equipment?" Out of her very large purse, it was more like a small suitcase, she pulled out the prisoner of love set of four fur and satin cuffs and the wrist to thigh restraints. And then the 18" round braided cat o-nine whip. An artillery shell butt plug, an oriental love ring, a strap-on dildo and various other interesting items were included in her arsenal. She had already slipped the miniature tube color lipstick video camera into the crotch of her fishnet suspender pantyhose.

"And what are you going to do with those?" Thomas laughed, almost giggling. "That's nothing the security people haven't seen before. I just want to make sure you don't have a gun or drugs or a tape recorder or some such thing in your purse."

They went up to the top floor. Lilith passed the security check with flying colors and flashing tits. It may have been slipping the top of her dress down to her waist and demanding, "Search me!" which melted the ice and the business-like look on the faces of these hard cases. She left the governor's security and other staff who caught her act gasping for breath.

Thomas opened the door to the governor's room, let Lilith enter and shut the door behind her. He went back down to the nightclub and sat at the bar, nursing a scotch and soda. Peterson was puzzled and mulled over something Lilith had said. A bible quotation as he recalled. Something about the life of the soul resides in the blood. He chuckled to himself. If he believed in vampires she would have been a likely candidate he thought. An evil Scottish fairie who feeds on men indeed.

Daniel Bridge was stunned by the entrance of this woman into his room. His jaw dropped and his eyes bulged. He was grasping for words when she spoke first.

"My name is Lilith. Mistress Darkness to you."

Daniel was fairly tall, six foot four inches. Lilith was taller in her five inch patent leather spikes. He was fifty-four and prided himself on his physical condition. She pushed him effortlessly against the wall, grabbed him by the necktie and ground her lips against his. He could taste his own blood on his tongue.

"Lil, Lilith ... " he stammered.

Clutching him by the throat with both hands, she pushed his head up and spat in his face, "My name is Mistress Darkness." She bit his neck hard and he could feel her teeth puncture his skin and he could see the blood dripping on his white shirt.

Suddenly Lilith released him and startled him with, "Let's dance! But first some of that champagne?" and she pointed to the ice bucket. Opening the bottle and pouring two glasses, she slipped the juice of the emerald green blister beetle, the cantharis vesicatoria, into his drink. It was a rather large dosage of the Spanish Fly and she anticipated it would not take very long to begin to have an effect.

Lilith flipped on the TV to MTV and started gyrating to "Got Cha Money" by Ol' Dirty Bastard. "Say hey! Baby I got cha money. Say hey! Baby I got cha money," she sang as she danced. Daniel was soon doing the same. "Breathe and Stop" by Q-tip was next and Lilith picked up the pace. Fifteen minutes later Daniel was exhausted from trying to follow her lead and sat on the bed to catch his breath.

"Mistress Darkness demands you take off your clothes. All of them." She helped him off with his shirt and pants and pulled his boxer shorts off in a smooth motion as he lifted his legs. Just as quickly and smoothly Lilith had him in the cuffs and wrist to thigh restraints before he even had time to think about what was happening.

"Stay there on the bed. Don't move!" she commanded. Lilith retrieved the oriental love ring with the dangling ties for scrotum stimulation from her bag. Daniel's penis was soft now due more to fear and apprehension than lack of interest. She easily slipped on the cock ring and began to suck him slowly and softly until he began to show signs of life. Once he was sufficiently rigid she stopped. She stood up and slipped off the green satin dress. No bra. Daniel stared at her ripe breasts with lustful admiration. The very erect tips of her nipples seemed to be pointing right at him saying "suck me." 

Lilith reached in the front of her fishnet suspender pantyhose and pulled out the miniature tube lipstick video camera and set it on the dresser facing the bed and turned it on. Daniel began to protest and she slapped his face hard. "Do not speak unless Mistress Darkness commands you to do so."

The platinum blonde wig came off next and Lilith let her long black shining tresses flow down her back and over her shoulders. She put the wig on the governor and adjusted it. Next she fetched the real tube of bright red lipstick from her bag and colored his lips. Then she pulled out the black silk brassiere and stuffed it with wash cloths from the bathroom. "Oh my, governor," she cooed at him as she put it on him, "don't you just make a sweet little thing! I think I'm going to bang you silly. Your name is now Danielle and you are going to get it right up the bum, girlfriend."

The governor began to protest again. Lilith slapped him harder and screamed, "I said shut up, bitch! Now get on all fours on the bed, stick your ass up in the air and stay that way." She laid a few strokes with the whip across his bare bottom as he yelped in pain. Red welts soon appeared on his pale skin.

"Oh poor baby! Poor Danielle! Did Mistress Darkness hurt you? I'll make it all better." Next she got the jar of cold cream, coated her hands and began to massage it into his buns and over the welts, cooling the burn. Dipping into the jar with her middle finger, she pulled it out thoroughly coated and with a big dab on the tip. "Let me ask you, Danielle my dearest, did you ever take it up the bum?" Lilith ran her white finger down his crack and thrust it wickedly into his puckered hole as he cried out in shock. "Oh, I can tell. Somebody has been spreading your cheeks, girlfriend." Twisting her finger back and forth and pushing it further and further inside him, she said, "You got room for a big bad dick. We are going to find out just how big!"

It was time for the artillery shell butt plug. It was made of soft, resilient golden jelly. Lilith inserted it into the governor's already well-lubricated rectal cavity. As she teased and tortured his nerve clusters and prostate, she told him stories.

"You know, of course, that in some societies anal rape of a defeated male enemy was considered almost the duty of the victor in battle as proof of the finality of the defeat. A male who is humiliated in this manner can no longer rule. He must defer to the rule of the one who has subdued him."

"Lawrence of Arabia was afforded such treatment when he was captured by the Turks. Only one of many such episodes throughout history. It all goes back to Sodom and Gomorrha. Nephilim who survived the Flood, descendents of the fallen angels and the first Lilith and her sisters, developed an obsessive compulsion for sodomy. Are you familiar with the 19th chapter of Genesis? Lot offers up his two virgin daughters to dissuade the Sodomites but they are more interested in homosexual relations with the two strangers. And now it's your turn to be humiliated, governor, and from this day on Mistress Darkness will be your master."

Out of Lilith's bag now came the strap-on harness and she put it on and securely fastened the huge ding dong dildo. She got up on behind the governor. He had slumped down slightly and she screamed, "Get your ass up in the air, bitch!" and he did quickly. "Now, I want you to beg. I want to hear 'Fuck me Mistress Darkness' over and over and over. If you stop I will hurt you." The governor began to chant the required words. "Louder, Danielle, you fucking slut. You dumb cunt. Louder!" He complied. 

Lilith kept pounding away in the governor's ass, at the same time biting his neck and ears until they bled. With her left hand she steadied the monster she was sticking inside him and reached her other long arm underneath him and stroked his cock with her right hand. He was squealing and squirming and whimpering but, being restrained as he was and because of her strength and frenzied energy, he had no chance of shaking loose from the brutal butt bumping he was enduring.

Finally it became obvious to Lilith that despite the pain and humiliation, the governor was close to orgasm. "Oh oh, is Danielle gonna cum? Hold on honey, not just yet." She suddenly pulled the monster dildo out and took it off quickly. Sliding beneath him, she licked and nibbled the tip of his cock and demanded, "Fuck my mouth, fuck my mouth hard!" She opened those luscious inviting lips to accept him and he thrust down her throat as far as he could in some sort of act of revenge. Best he could muster at the moment. He was quite well-endowed and amazed his entire cock disappeared. He pounded her mouth hard just as she had pounded his ass. Faster and faster and harder and harder until he exploded down her throat as he screamed in ecstasy with the most intense and incredible orgasm he had ever experienced. As he began to cum Lilith bit the base of his cock violently and shook her head violently like a tiger dispensing with a chunk of raw meat. She released the grip with her teeth and pulled his bleeding member in and out of her mouth as he came and came and she licked and swallowed every bit of his gift to her.

Lilith pushed him off her face and onto his side on the bed. Quickly dressing, she yanked the platinum blonde wig from the governor and put it back on her own head. She turned off the miniature tube lipstick video camera and put it back down the front of her fishnet suspender pantyhose. Then she removed the envelope containing the $10,000 from her purse and threw it on the bed and walked out the door, leaving the governor in his state of restraint. A security guard escorted her down the elevator and into the lobby. He made a call and the valet brought her transportation to the front entrance. She put on her classic German army helmet with the Y-strap, hiked up her dress and mounted her 1951 Panhead and roared off into the night.

The governor is wondering when he will hear from Lilith again.

Assignation in Atlanta



Author’s note: It has been a long dry spell for thesage. Thanks to all who have e-mailed about my earlier stories. I have not responded personally , but your comments are appreciated, they give me encouragement. Thanks also to those whose votes keep two of my earlier stories, “The Pool,” and “Resurrection,”  in the top five percent of stories rated in the Mature category. That too encourages me.

Sue Johanson,Canada’s sex advice guru for the elderly, says that thirty per cent of women over eighty continue to enjoy sex but, “finding a man that age with working parts is another story.” I write for those whose parts still work, those who wish they did, and all those of mature years in whom desire and romance still live.

Fiction comes out of imagination and experience. Characters come out of people we have known, or heard of, or met in other fiction. Hence, characters and stories on some level will resemble actual people and actual events, but such resemblance, as always, is purely coincidental.

*****

Sarah’s death was sudden. Married nearly fifty years, Sam was lost for awhile. Six months later he filled his days, but evenings were lonely. One night, dozing and pondering his working years, his eyes flew open with a realization. The day of Sarah’s funeral marked the thirtieth anniversary of a watershed in his life. That recollection set him on a new course of remembrance.

Sam had been a civil servant. He deprecatingly called himself a “ minor bureaucrat,” but he had been a senior official in the West Coast office of a Federal agency. Once a year he met with his counterparts from the other regions in a three day conference, and occasionally he was called to Washington to consult on some aspect of his agency’s operation. 

The conferences were intense. Work sessions ran from early morning to late at night, often generating conflict as disagreements arose. The consultations were more relaxed, following the normal work schedule of the headquarters office.

At the first conference they attended together, Sam developed an easy rapport with his counterpart from Atlanta, Emily Craswell. A woman his age, she was soft-spoken, genteel, warm and dignified, her Southern manners a contrast to his openness and his brusque Yankee ways. But they saw eye-to-eye on business matters and there was a synergism in their contributions that often carried the day as opposing ideas were thrashed out.

Three years after they met, both were called to Washington to confer on a management matter.They looked forward to working together again, and arranged their flight schedules to arrive at the same time. Emily asked Sam to arrange their accommodations, they met in the airport and rode the shuttle downtown.

They dined together and retired to their separate rooms, pleased at their reacquaintance. Next morning they ate breakfast together and went together to their meeting.

The first day was filled with intensive briefings, and they returned to their rooms with a stack of material to review for the next day. They collaborated on the review, and again they were struck by how well they worked together.

The second day was less intense with no homework. That evening there was little to discuss about work, and their conversation turned to personal matters. They learned something about one another, and Emily told him she was worried about her job. 

There had been a change of the political party in power, and Emily had a new boss, a political appointee who didn’t want a woman on his top staff. Discrimination was illegal but the law is often the last concern of political appointees and it is easy for high level managers to create untenable situations for subordinates they want to get rid of. Sam saw that happening to Emily, but she had been dedicated and successful so long she couldn’t see the handwriting on the wall. Fighting to keep her job, she leaned on Sam for support.

They found they could talk to each other freely, something neither could do with their own spouses. This affinity and their mutual stress about Emily’s situation was driving them together. They hadn’t planned for this and both fought it mightily, but the night before they left they succumbed to their sexual tension and made love. 

They weren’t easy cheaters and were inhibited, their lovemaking perfunctory, more physical relief than true lovemaking. Nonetheless they coupled and came together twice, and for Sam his orgasms were the most intense he had ever experienced. They held each other through that night, and cried when they parted.

Sam was profoundly disturbed. At that moment he would have thrown away everything he had to stay with her but it was out of the question. He hoped that time and distance would ease the feeling but it didn’t.

They stayed in touch long-distance, and Sam provided what support he could as Emily wrestled with her problem. In the end she faced reality but she was able to find an equally responsible position in another branch of her regional office. 

As her crisis approached, Sam offered to go there to provide her support. He wasn’t sure how he’d deal with it if she accepted, and he was relieved but a little hurt as well, when she refused. Perhaps there was a message there, and over time as he gradually overcame his memory of her he wondered about that. 

For a long time though, she was in his mind every waking moment. They kept in touch, but after the first few months Sam was the only one who called. As she settled into her new job it was apparent she was avoiding him. She was out of the office or in a meeting. They said she’d call him back but she never did. 

Eventually Sam bowed to this reality but he never forgot her. Over the years, a week rarely went by that he didn’t think of her, and his greatest regret was he hadn’t shown her how good a lover he could be. From the moment they parted he was sorry he had been so inhibited, so intent only on relieving his own tension.

Alone now, he began to obsess about this recollection, and to brood about Emily. One day he engaged an internet locator service to see if he could find her.

Indeed there was a woman in Atlanta by that name. The particulars matched her age and background, and the woman was widowed. For days Sam agonized over the information, wondering if it was the same woman, and if he’d be a complete fool to contact her. She had terminated their relationship, however gently, and he often wondered if he had merely been a shoulder for her to lean on as she fought through her personal problem. 

Life had taught Sam the truth of the adage that you can’t go back, but one day he realized that the only way to resolve his obsession was to call her. With his heart in his throat he dialed her number, holding his breath as the phone rang.

“Hello?” 

“Is this Emily Craswell?”

“Yes it is.” 

Emotion rose in his throat. “Mrs. Craswell, do you remember a man named Sam Franklin?” Through a long pause his heartbeat thundered in his ears.

“Why - why yes I do. Is this Sam?”

“Yes it is Emily, how are you?”

“I’m fine. It’s nice to hear from you. How are you?”

“I’m fine. I think of you often, and I decided to see if I could find you.”

“Why in the world would you want to do that?”

“Once, for a very short time we were close. I never forgot you and I think of you often. I’ve been alone for awhile, and I thought I’d like to talk to you again.”

“Oh Sam, you surprised me. I’ve thought of you many times over the years too, but I thought I’d never hear from you again. I’m so pleased you called.”

When she got over her initial surprise, Emily warmed to their reacquaintance. The years fell away and they found they were talking as easily as before. Sam’s heart lifted, and Emily seemed almost coquettish.

Finally, there was a long silence. They were talked out. Sam asked, “Emily, may I call you again?”

“Oh, Sam, please do. I enjoyed this so much, I wish I could see you again.”

“Well let me think about that. I’d love to see you too. I’ll call you again, soon.’

Sam hung up the phone, his heart racing. He’d been put off by her initial coolness, but when she recovered from her surprise, her response was more than his wildest dreams. 

He had visions of flying to Atlanta immediately and finishing what he had started thirty years ago. But at seventy he didn’t have the equipment he had at forty. Furthermore, he wasn’t sure what her interests would be. Advancing age impacts women’s desires, as it does men’s ability to perform. But those were concerns for the future, for now he was happy she was there and seemed eager to see him again. 

Quickly he looked up flight schedules and fares to Atlanta. It was less expensive if he booked three weeks in advance. He thought about ignoring the cost, but a little voice inside told him to slow down, his emotions were overriding his good sense. He did think about it over a long and sleepless night but his eagerness didn’t wane. Next morning he called Emily, suggesting he fly to Atlanta three weeks hence.

“Sam, do you think that’s wise? I’m an old woman now, not at all what you remember.”

Sam chuckled, “Look babe, do you think I haven’t aged? I weigh about what I did the last time you saw me but a lot has migrated from the ends to the middle. I’m wrinkled, my old man’s muscles are scrawny and ropy, I’m covered with age spots, and there isn’t much hair left on top.” 

Emily burst out laughing. “Sam, Sam, good old Sam, you never gave yourself proper credit about anything. I’m sure I’ll find you as handsome as ever. Why don’t we exchange pictures? We need to be able to recognize one another when I pick you up at the airport.”

Sam was taken aback for a moment by the finality in her statement, but he remembered another characteristic that had drawn him to her. Her soft speech and gentle ways masked a steel temperament, and when her mind was made up, you better get out of the way. He smiled, realizing she was determined they were going to meet again. He made a mental bet that if he didn’t go to Atlanta, he’d soon find her on his doorstep. His heart swelled. He had truly been in love with this strong-willed, capable woman all those years. Now wild horses couldn’t keep him away.

They agreed to exchange photos, and talked about how long Sam should stay and where. “Sam, I still live in the house I grew up in and it hasn’t held a man for a long time. You’re more than welcome to stay here and I’d be honored if you did.” The matter was settled, and from then on they spoke daily, their discussions becoming ever more intimate.

Emily’s photo arrived. She had aged of course, her hair was white and she had gained weight, though she was nowhere near fat. Indeed he thought she looked better than before.

They were in mid-career when they first met, both eager and hard-driving. Though not a raving beauty, Emily was a physically attractive woman who kept herself in good condition. When she was determined about something her face could develop harsh planes but there was no hint of that in her recent photo, it reflected only maturity, calmness and wisdom. 

He remembered times when they hadn’t seen eye-to-eye on business matters he’d seen that look of determination. He was strong and determined too, but they had negotiated through their differences and achieved mutual solutions. Threshing out their differences generated good decisions, and he now realized this was the source of their effectiveness in their work. They played off one another in negotiations with others, and usually persuaded them to their point of view. 

Both were strong-willed, capable people who worked well together on business matters. Sam wondered how this would translate into an extended personal relationship, but that was another problem for the future. Now it was enough to just see her again.

For years Sam had agonized about his poor performance as a lover before. He wanted to apologize for that and to warn her that he now suffered erectile dysfunction, but he was uncomfortable about approaching the subject. As their discussions became more intimate though, they slid into it easily. Sam wasn’t sure if it came out of their rapport or if Emily had deliberately led them to it, but when the issue was opened he plunged in.

“Emily, I’ve been ashamed all these years about what a lousy lover I was. I was terribly inhibited that night and I was thinking only of myself. I should have done better for you, and I’ve regretted it ever since.”

“Sam, we didn’t go there expecting to have an affair. Neither of us wanted to cheat but it turned into something we had to get out our systems. I was inhibited too, and passive, but Sam, for all that I never had it better. I never could get you out of my system, Sam. I’ve dreamed about you and dreamed of us being together again. I want you.”

“Well, babe, don’t expect too much. You know the old story, The joys of youth have come and gone, The flame has just gone out. What used to be my magic wand, Is now my water spout.”

Emily burst out laughing, “Oh Sam, we aren’t kids any more. I’ll be happy with anything we can have together, but I’ll tell you this. I thought I’d never have another lover and I’ve been dry as a prune for God knows how many years. Sam, just talking to you has me flowing like a fountain. I need you Sam, you better get back here.” 

Well, that generated a stirring in Sam’s loins that he hadn’t felt in years, and he shivered at the sensation of pre-cum oozing down his urethra. His voice trembled as he said, “Two more days, babe.” 

They hung up, and Sam pondered her words and his reaction to them. The memory of their last night together thirty years before, was vivid in his mind.

For several evenings they had clung to each other in silent agony over their mutual longing and their indecision over what to do about it. Each night Sam had gone back to his room leaving them both unfulfilled, but the last evening, he spoke.

“Emily, I want to make love to you.”

She looked up at him with tear-stained eyes. “Sam, we shouldn’t.”

He looked down at her. “Can we stop?”

Sadly, she shook her head. Then they kissed deeply and passionately, the longing of the previous week, and the underlying tension of all their previous meetings finally given expression.

She led him to the bed, and sat him down, saying, “I need to get ready.” She went into the bathroom, and returned wearing a sheer gown, open at the front. Sam gasped at her naked beauty. Softly she said, “All right Sam,” and climbed onto the bed.

He undressed, and lay down beside her. They kissed again, and Sam slid his hand down her body. She gasped as he brushed her erect nipple, then his hand continued downward. She was wet, and he slipped his finger into her sopping pussy. She groaned, and pushed up against his hand.

The need burned strong in them, and that was the end of their foreplay. Sam rolled on top, and stropped her pussy with his cock. She stirred beneath him, but she didn’t spread her legs wide enough for him to penetrate fully. He entered her, and began to thrust. 

At first she lay unmoving, so passive he wondered if he had been wrong to push them into this. Then passion overtook her. She hooked her heels behind his ankles so hard it hurt, and began to push him deeper with slow and powerful pelvic thrusts. He matched her rhythm, and realized that she now controlled their lovemaking. 

As they climbed the peak, Sam felt as though she was drawing out his very essence, and they came together in an orgasm so violent that he groaned, something he had never done before.

Both of them subsided quickly, troubled by their unaccustomed cheating, and frightened by the intensity of their mutual reactions. Brusquely Sam said, “Let’s get cleaned up.” They walked naked into the bathroom, avoiding looking at each other.

Sam washed himself while Emily showered. He finished, returned to the bedroom, pulled on his shorts, and sat down on the edge of the bed, shaken by the power of his emotions. He had hoped that consummating their lust would relieve his feelings but they were more intense than ever. 

She returned wrapped in the sheer gown, and lay down while he sat on the edge. They stared at each other for a long moment. Sam sighed, and said, “I thought that would get you out of my system.” Tears sprang to her eyes, she flushed with anger and looked at him reproachfully.

He lay down next to her, saying softly, “Emily, Emily, I’m sorry I said that.” He wrapped his arms around her and she responded with warmth. They repeated their earlier performance, and again Sam’s orgasm was the most intense he’d ever experienced.

This time they lay quietly together in the afterglow, Sam profoundly disturbed by the experience. After a time he sighed. “Well, where do we go from here, babe?”

“We go back to our lives. I love you, Sam.”

“I love you too, Emily.”

They held each other, and cried. The rest was history.

Sam sighed, his thoughts returning to the present. He was leaking pre-cum like a bull elephant in musth, and that was his state for most of the next two days. He dwelled on the memory of their brief time together, and was torn with uncertainty about whether any of it could be recaptured.

He boarded the airplane in a sweat over what he would find when he got there. The flight was the longest five hours he ever experienced.

They agreed to meet by the baggage claim area, Emily to wear a yellow dress that would make her stand out in the crowd. Sam rode the escalator down and saw her waiting by a pillar. As he approached, she recognized him and gave him an enigmatic half-smile. He couldn’t fathom its meaning.

He collected his bag and strode to where she stood. She came to him and they embraced, speechless. She clung to him for a moment, then stiffened and pushed him away.

“Let’s go home Sam.”

He thought her reaction strange, but she led him to her car and drove out of the terminal. When they were out of the airport complex, Sam studied her face. The pounds she added over the years softened the angularity in her features, and there was no sign of the harshness Sam had seen before when she was driving toward some goal. This was a mature woman’s face, relaxed and serene. Seeing her in the flesh he still thought she looked better than before. 

She glanced at him. “Stop staring Sam, you’re making me uncomfortable.”

“You’re so lovely I can’t take my eyes off you.”

“You’re still full of it, Sam.”

Late afternoon now, they dined in a restaurant, then went home. Desire had been rising in Sam from the moment they met and he sensed the same in her. 

Emily’s house was on a tree-lined street of stately Victorian homes. They went in. Emily said, “There are seven bedrooms in this mausoleum. You can have any one of them.”

Quietly, Sam said, “I didn’t come here to sleep alone.”

She smiled at him, “I didn’t think so.”

She took him by the hand and led him upstairs. Her room was large and airy, filled with feminine touches. Her scent was there, filling the room with her presence. It awakened the memory of their earlier meeting, and Sam was surprised by the delicious sense of a rising erection, a sensation he hadn’t felt for a long time. He wondered if it would last.

She said, “Make yourself comfortable, I’m going to change.”

She disappeared into another room. It had been a long stress-filled day, and Sam’s feet hurt. He sat down, sighed, and took his shoes off, savoring the relief. When he looked up, Emily was striding toward him. 

She wore what had to be the same diaphanous gown she had worn thirty years ago, and she was indeed more beautiful than he remembered. Her nakedness raised his desire to lust and he felt himself grow harder. Moisture glistened on her pubic hair as she came to him, her bosom at his eye level. She came close to put her hands on his shoulders and draw him to her. He nuzzled her breasts and she gasped at the touch of his mouth. He slid one hand down her abdomen to touch her drenched pussy. She pushed onto him for a moment, then pushed away.




Assignation in Atlanta



The old expression of determination was on her face as she stood above him. Her voice, low and urgent, took on a sharp edge of command. “Sam, I’ve dreamed of this moment for thirty years, and nothing else has entered my mind for the last three weeks. I need you in me Sam, now.” 

She moved to the bed, dropping her gown on the floor. Sam undressed quickly, as she awaited him, legs spread wide, watching him with lust in her eyes. Sam climbed on top, harder than he ever remembered, and stropped her sopping pussy with his cock. They explored each others mouths, and Sam sensed she was right on the edge. He felt the inside of her thighs quiver as he slipped into her. She strained up to meet him, and came with a gasping, shuddering orgasm. Her passion startled him, and he lay lay quietly on top of her until her shudders subsided.

He pulled back slowly, thrust into her once more gently, and she came again. He lay still another moment while she slid down from the peak, then she hooked her heels behind his legs and began the same slow powerful pelvic thrusts that burned themselves into his memory that night so long ago. 

This time he met her thrust for thrust, her equal now in this combat. She grunted with each thrust as she climbed the peak again and her grunts excited him further. Once more he had the sense that she was drawing out his very essence and it drove him to even greater efforts. They went over the edge together, then lay quiet, gasping from the effort. 

As their senses returned, he realized they had made a lot of noise. It struck him as funny, and he whispered, “Do you suppose the neighbors heard us?” She giggled for a moment, then took his face in her hands and dissolved in tears. 

“Sam, oh Sam, I’ve waited so long.”

Sam’s own emotions were out of control. Speechless from the lump in his throat, he kissed her gently. She lowered her legs and he rolled left, then right to let her close them. Now he straddled her, his cock still trapped inside as her legs squeezed tight together.

Desire smoldered in her eyes, and she began to move gently under him. Her movements generated delicious sensations in his softening cock and he felt himself grow hard again. They fucked slowly and easily, then passion rose. Their movements became stronger and more urgent until they rose again to an orgasmic crescendo. 

Now they lay quietly, breathing hard while passion subsided. Sam suddenly thought of the biblical verse, “and the two shall become as one.” For the first time in his life he thought he understood its meaning. 

He slid his hand down to the small of her back and held her tightly, rolling them over together to lie face-to-face on their sides, still connected. The intensity of Sam’s feelings for her was like nothing he had ever experienced. 

Tears in her eyes, she caressed his cheek, and stroked his hair. “Don’t ever leave me, Sam.”

The lump was still in his throat, and for a moment he couldn’t speak. When words came, he whispered, “Only death babe, nothing else can separate us now.”

They weren’t youngsters, and for both the day had been long and stressful. As Sam studied her face, Emily’s eyelids drooped, she relaxed and her breathing became deep and regular. Sam didn’t know when he fell asleep himself or when he slipped out of her, but during the night a full bladder awakened him. They were lying side-by-side now, and for a moment he was disoriented. He got up as quietly as he could and went to relieve himself.

He returned fully awake to watch her sleeping. The night was warm and they’d been sleeping on top of the covers. A gentle breeze ruffled the curtains by the open window and the light of a full moon streamed in. Her form and her features were clear in the moonlight. Emotion rose again in his throat, and a verse from a poem popped into his mind, a poem read long ago in his youth. “Benedicts awake, and gaze upon your sleeping wives, on soft-skinned thigh and softer breast, revealed by careless gown.”

He watched in wonder, his heart filled with turmoil over the intensity of his feelings. He had come here to do a job, he thought, to rectify his failure to do her justice as a lover on that night so long ago. But on that night they had bonded, suddenly and surprisingly to them both. Over time, that bond had stretched and broken, but tonight the broken ends had knotted together, more firmly than ever. Only now there was no impediment to their staying together. Indeed, he thought, only death could part them.

The night was cooling off, and Emily had curled up on her side facing away from him. He crawled in bed behind her, snuggled up and pulled the covers over them. She stirred, came half-awake and muttered in her sleep, but he wrapped his arm around her and drew her close, whispering, “It’s all right.” She sighed and relaxed, her breathing once more deep and regular.

Sam fell asleep that way, and awoke to sunshine streaming in the room. They had rolled over in their sleep, and during the night they’d kicked off the covers. Emily lay on her back naked, snoring softly. Sam watched in wonderment for a moment, then realized he had to go to the bathroom again.

When he returned, he scanned her body head-to-toe and caught his breath at how beautiful she appeared to him. Desire rose again as he knelt beside her studying her breasts. He had a lascivious urge to suckle them and leaned down to breathe on her nipple. It hardened at the warmth of his breath and he took it between his lips, gently sucking it and tickling the tip with his tongue.

She stirred, gasping at his touch, then stretched luxuriously as she came fully awake. She sighed and tousled his hair as he worked over both her breasts. Then she pushed his head down, first gently, then insistently. He knew what she wanted and kissed his way down her body.

She rolled up to meet him, and spread her legs to give him access. In the bright morning light, he studied her pussy.

This was a new experience. Sarah, steeped in the Victorian tradition of, “nice girls don’t,” had never been willing to explore her sexuality. Sex was a wifely duty to serve her husband, not something to be mutually enjoyed. She was modest to the point of prudishness and had never allowed him to closely examine her anatomy. The sight of Emily’s pussy right under his nose now, aroused him to a peak of lust.

She had shaved all but a tuft of hair on her mons. The hair was dark as the hair on her head had been before. Her outer labia were plump with her arousal, making a perfect little football, and her inner labia protruded from their slit. Her scent intoxicated him. He had an urge to kiss and lick her, but resisted the urge and lay for a moment blowing gently on her labia.

His breath aroused her further, her inner labia swelled as they engorged with blood, and the juices of her arousal glistened. She sighed, spreading her legs further, and thrust her pelvis up to meet him. Her pussy opened up now, the inner labia spreading like petals on a flower. Her clit emerged from its hood like a ripe grape, inviting him to dine. He could no longer resist the urge.

She gasped as he touched her clit with the tip of his tongue, and her thighs quivered. She was on the edge again, and instinctively he drew back. Now he ran the tip of his tongue up and down the folds between her pelvis and thigh and she groaned, squirming at his touch. He worked his tongue up and down her slit, then suckled her labia. She was rising to a crescendo of lust and need, and now he took her clit in his mouth, sucking it and ravishing it with his tongue. She growled gutturally, and grabbed his head to push it onto her as her pelvis thrust uncontrollably. For a moment Sam was afraid he’d smother, as she cried out in the throes of another violent orgasm.

She subsided quickly. Both lay quietly now, catching their breath. Sam’s head was still pillowed on her inner thigh, and he felt her hand on his cock, pulling on him. He shifted position so they lay head-to-foot. She fondled him, then suddenly pushed him hard onto his back, rolled on top and swung her leg over to straddle him. Her pussy was right in his face, and the urge was in him again to lick and suck it, but his eyes widened as she began to mouth his cock.

Now all his concentration centered on the delicious new sensation of this loving woman’s attention. He twitched involuntarily and gasped as she alternately suckled him, slid her mouth up and down his shaft, and licked around his glans. He had shot his bolt the night before, and knew he couldn’t cum again, but these sensations were like nothing he had ever felt. He wanted more, but there was nothing left in him, and his lust evaporated.

Her pussy was still in front of his face and its presence was a challenge to his manhood. Without lust, he went to work again, less intensely this time, more calculated to bring her slowly to a peak, and indeed he succeeded. Her orgasm was less violent, but no less intense than before, and now both of them lay completely sated.

Emily rolled off, and turned to lie face-to-face with him. They lay silently for a few moments gazing intently at one another. Finally, Emily spoke. “You’re awfully good at that, Sam, you must have a lot of experience.” 

“Experience? For fifty years I was married to a woman who wouldn’t let me see her naked. Sex was a wifely duty she performed when necessary. The only other woman I ever made love to was you, and you remember how that was. No babe, it had to be instinct, it certainly wasn’t experience. And by the way, you did pretty well yourself.”

For a long moment Emily was silent. Tears trickled from her eyes. Again she spoke. “Sam, I used to wonder about having a man’s mouth on me, but the thought of having a man in my mouth was repugnant. With you, Sam, I’m in a different world. It seems all right and I’m driven to please you in every way I can. Thirty years ago, Sam, I said I love you. It’s true, Sam. It’s really true.”

The intensity of their feelings overwhelmed them both, and Sam realized they had to come back to earth. A devilish thought struck him and his eyes glinted with humor as he asked, “Well, did that get me out of your system?”

She looked at him quizzically for a moment, then humor lit her eyes. “Sam Franklin, I’m going to keep you naked and feed you on raw eggs, raw oysters and rare steak, and you’re going to do this for me all day, every day for the rest of our lives.” 

“Sounds like a good idea, but what say we have a shower first.”

“O.K. Race you to the bathroom.”

She kissed him soundly, pushed him away and ran toward the bathroom. He was on the wrong side of the bed and it took him a moment longer, but he caught her at the bathroom door. She giggled as he grabbed her, turned her around and kissed her hard. She melted in his arms for a moment, then looked up at him, smiling.

Sam asked, “Shall we shower together?”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way. When we finish, I’m going to fix us a big breakfast. Then, maybe we should get acquainted.”