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The Cafe

By: Crew Cut



Tired, aching feet. Needing massaging. That's the worst aspect of my job - waiting tables in an inner city café. Latte, cappuccino, short black, long black, macchiato, flat white....Turkish bread, bagels, long rolls, sesame seed rolls, white sliced..... From 10.30 am to 7 pm most days. Good days with tips, bad days when a customer does a runner. But the worst is the feet!

And the best? The one day when I got to do some research. Action research, that is. I'm writing the Great Australian Lesbian Bodice-Ripper (or is that clit-licker?). The best day happened one day last summer.

I suppose I'd better explain my waiting technique. This is the one reserved for when the Gaydar starts beeping off the screen. It used to be "Serve from the right, clear from the left", but now it's tables jam-packed together, and do the best you can. Somedays, just sometimes, getting up close to gorgeous women makes the nipples firm and the jeans wet.

This day, in walked a tall, good-looking woman. She plonked her backpack down at one of the outside tables, slipping the straps off her muscular shoulders. Her singlet top barely covered her braless, firm and rounded breasts. Cut-off jeans shorts, long athletic legs (immediately thinking about them wrapped around my neck!). She wore a single clear glass earring in one ear, a row of studs and gold sleepers in the other. Tousled, untidy short hair framed an open, smiling face. This gal's hair was curling around the nape, 2 inches all over. Seen better days, perhaps (like 8 weeks ago?).

She sat down next to her pack, facing towards the door, and half-turned to the street.

My nipples pointed out through my T-shirt. My face felt flushed. I smiled and asked her what I could get her. "Latte and raisin toast" she replied, returning my smile.. Aha - a breakfaster - looked like she's just arrived on the train at the central station around the corner.

I retreated inside and thought this through. Not in the habit of picking up customers. Not even sure she was a dyke. Gawd. Lust swamped me. I was throbbing...that inexplicable electricity of pure desire took hold.

Decided to try the Look Straight Into Her Eyes technique. I took out her coffee first..Shit. She had taken out a book..didn't even look up. Absorbed. A minute later I returned with the food. She had placed the book face-down, spine-up on the table. "Death by the Riverside" by J.M. Redman! One of my favourite dyke authors. "Now, now, say something NOW". For the first time I was caught for word. "Good book?" I stumbled.

"Oh, yeah" she replied, in a slow drawl. She then picked up the book and began to read again, holding the book in her left hand as she picked up a slice of toast in her right.

I retreated inside and took up a position where I could admire her, well, admire is a bit mild...slaver, drool and fantasise would be more accurate! I wanted to slide my hand up her thigh and slip it into one leg of those sexy shorts. I could imagine her wet bush and pulsating clit (I could feel my own!). I wanted to touch her nipples through her singlet, tweaking and rubbing them till she pushed my face onto them, pulling the top down to expose them fully. My tongue would flick and lick those brown, hard nipples...rolling them, scaping my stud over them, depressing them firmly....pushing them inwards, then sucking them out loooooong and gently nibbling the back of them.

I imagined her smooth toned ass...me pinching her buttocks and probing her hole...gently(at first) pulling her buttocks apart and pushing them together...

I looked up with a start and saw her looking for her purse. Plate and glass empty...ready to go. I sauntered coolly (oh yeah?) outside. "Ready for your bill?" She nodded assent, and I wrote the total on the order pad, tore it off and placed it on the table. As I did, my hand brushed, barely, against her arm. The hairs stood out on BOTH our arms.

"Er..." she started. "I couldn't help noticing your hair".

My hand immediately jumped to my head, brushing my palm across its spiky bristles. Here I have to explain that I have a bit, well, let's be honest here, a BIG fetish for short short, barely-there hair. Dykes with buzz cuts, flattops, crew cuts, little boy cuts with short back and sides...But you knew that already! You didn't? Oh, well, I get it shaved every 2 weeks, sometimes more, if there's a lover around into holding the clippers. Number One buzz, with a wisp of fringe at the front. And, I like my lovers the same.

"I've been on the road a few weeks," she said, "and I REALLY need a haircut." Yes, I thought, you do (for me). "Can you tell me where you get yours done?"

"Oh, sure," I said, and gave her directions to my butchgal cutter's shop. I opened my mouth to talk some more, maybe ask where she was from, where she was going to, when she said "Thanks," put the money down on the table, smiled, stood up, shrugged on her backpack and said, "Bye."

Oh, yeah, that's right, you great stud dyke...let one slip away. I was so tempted to run after her, but the café was filling and my attention was sought by a large party of office girls and guys at the next table. Young men in suits, girls in tight pastel suits, or black, skirts riding high on thighs, long STRAIGHT hair falling over their eyes, or permed. Probably a lipstick D amongst that lot, but who could tell?

I went out that night, looked meaningfully into my beer, and went home alone to surf the net and work the vibrator till the batteries went kaput. Couldn't get sexyshorts out of my mind.

Next day, run off my feet (oh, the ache) I rushed outside carrying a plate, and "bang" straight into a customer looking for a chair. Her dark, smouldering eyes looked right into mine. "Hi," she smiled. One large rainbow earring fell from her lobe. And her hair! Ever seen a magenta-colored crew cut? Like a recruit into some great dyke army!

"You get a break soon?" she asked.

"In 5 minutes I'm finished," I blushed. I reached out and touched her hair. I couldn't help it. Her pupils dilated, her hips moved, almost imperceptibly closer to me. She winked and I circled my mouth with an index finger, sucked it, and placed it against her lips. She drew it into her mouth, sucked it out again and said, "5 minutes!"

We agreed to go home to my place...walking distance. I couldn't stand the agony of walking so close and not touching. In broad daylight, in the middle of my town, I pushed my hand down the back of her shorts, and stroked the crack of her ass. No panties. She moaned. We were passing a small park, and she steered me into it. Noone around. We found a secluded spot amongst some trees.

She whispered, "My name is Marijke...yours?"

"Sue", I gasped. We fell onto the grass, kissing wildly, passionately, tongues exploring the softness of each others' mouths, thrusting down throats...she tore my T-shirt from me...traced the rose tattoo on my left tit, flicked the nipple rings and ate my tits in precisely the way I had imagined eating hers! I undid her shorts, and pushed my hand down the front, desperately searching her pussy. She was as wet as I. Drenched with the moisture of lust and heightened arousal. I pulled her shorts off, as she wriggled and writhed. She humped my leg as she continued to chew my breasts, flicking, sucking, licking, rolling, pulling. My fingers probed her pussy hole...slipping two easily inside the slippery wetness. She looked into my eyes and suggested I take off my trousers. She got off me and pulled them from the ankles. Pushed her face against my panty-covered cunt, and pulled my panties off with her teeth.

Both naked, sun on our skin, moaning, exposed but in a private world. We clasped each other and rolled on the soft, mossy grass. Neither of us cared who was top, who bottom....we were clamped together. I made the first move and as she lay on her back, I sat on her face, leaned forward and buried my face in her cunt. We reflected each others' moves. She sucked, I sucked. I flick flick flick flick flicked her clit, she did likewise. My tongue stiffened and pushed into her wet hot hole. I ran my tongue along her clit, stopping to circle the electric tip....she did the same. She trailed her tongue along my clit, and plunged it deep inside, then repeated over and over...languidly, then insistently. Our hips gyrated and ground into each others' faces.

I removed my tongue and pushed 4 fingers high into her cunt. She gasped, taken by surprise. She responded by rimming my asshole with a finger, and then pushing inside, all the while continuing to eat me.

Pumping and fucking, oblivious to the world...and then, cumming...in a joyous, flow of wet, pulsing and throbbing, shuddering and shivering. Then, screaming...I know, I know, here we were fucking ourselves senseless in a public park, then screaming like whores. Then, laughing, and clasping our clothes to ourselves as we let go and a passing couple came to investigate the screams!

"Oh, Jude, Linda .... Hi!" I laughed.

"Meet my friend Marijke. She's visiting from....ummmm"

"Holland," she finished for me. "Pleased to meet you!"

Jude and Linda met us at the girl-bar that night, after we'd been home to my place, showered, fucked, showered, got Marijke's pack from the hostel, fucked, said fuck-it to another shower - what's wrong with sex smell!, dressed (in plain singlet-strapped t-shirt dresses, no underwear....good for a quick get-out), taken turns with my strap-on, got dressed again and finally left the house.

Good thing I could suck her tits on the dance floor while she rubbed her hands over my bristles, she could toe my cunt in the booth, staring at each other over beers, good thing we could slow-dance holding each others' asses, pulling our pussies together.

"Just goes to show the power of a good haircut," we laughed with my friends. "How could femmes ever find each other?" we joked.

Maybe one of you will write and tell us...me and my lover Marijke. Her visa runs out soon...but she'll be back. Good thing the government accepts same-sex partners now for immigration!

She doesn't mind being in my book. What's a book after an initial tryst in the park!!

The Cafe



All names and characters contained herein are fictitious and do not intentionally relate to any person, either living or dead. This story is a work of fiction, a fantasy -- so read it with a grain of salt and an open mind. All characters are at least 18 years of age. Voting and feedback is greatly appreciated, especially positive feedback and frequent "fives".

As a traveling tech rep for a large fortune 500 company I visit lots of exciting and exotic cities. Last week while in Florida I was the fortunate recipient of a new, unusual experience.

My tech call ended earlier than expected, with the customer extremely happy with my efforts. To celebrate my success, I went back to my beachfront hotel room and changed into some comfortable, loose-fitting, light cotton shorts (sans underwear – I'm a freeballer), an oversized World of Warcraft Horde T-shirt, and flip flops.

I cruised down the main beachfront drag, doing a little window-shopping and babe ogling. The dress code seemed to be part high-end tourist garb and part bikinis and hoochie-mama shorts. As I strolled along, the women seemed to get hotter and hotter and the bikinis skimpier and skimpier. At one point a girl in front of me, who couldn't have been much older than 18, bent over to pick something up and flashed me a white thong under her very short denim mini skirt.

As she straightened up, she flashed me a brilliant smile and giggled. I groaned and felt myself harden. Not good. If you've ever gone commando in light cotton shorts, you know how noticeable hard-ons can be.

Seeing an outdoor café on the corner ahead, I slipped under the awning and sat down at a table in the corner, against a wall, but with a nice view of the street and pedestrian traffic.

The restaurant was pretty upscale, with long, heavy table cloths that dragged the cobblestone floor. The table was a four-top, but seeing as the patio was only half full, I didn't think the server would mind.

A pretty brunette waitress flounced up and took my order -- calamari and a bottle of Stella Artois European ale.

Kicking back, sipping my beer, I eavesdropped on conversations around me, 

"...Vera Bradley is sooo gauche. I can't imagine why people pay those prices..."

"...see those tits? Ohmigod...they can't be real..."

"...don't let Valerie find out about us...if she does, she'll rip me a new..."

"...at that shopping cart over there...you'd think the restaurant would run those derelicts off..."

A few stores down, on the corner, sat an old dilapidated, rusted Kroger shopping cart. Piled inside it were what appeared to be someone's worldly possessions. From where I sat I could see several coats, a few pair of old shoes, a milk crate loaded with crushed cola and beer cans, and duct-taped to the side of it was a large, tattered golf umbrella.

The "derelict" was nowhere to be seen.

As the people gabbed incessantly, I stretched my legs out under the table and crossed my arms over my chest. Strangely, I felt a light fluttering and a warm wind wafted over my upper thighs.

I slowly reached down and lifted the table cloth and peered under into the darkness. Two large, red-rimmed brown eyes owlishly peered out at me. Her face was small and elfin shaped, with a small pert nose and cute slightly outturned ears.

She was very tan, almost to the point of being leathery, and her sun-blonde hair was tied back in a tight pony tail, with wisps and strands of hair that had come loose framing her face like a halo.

A grease stain was smeared across her right cheek and her small dirt-stained hands shook as she lightly clutched my thighs. She looked to be about in her mid 40's, which in homeless person years meant she was probably about twenty years old.

"Hungry..." she rasped quietly, and licked her parched lips.

Her shaky hands so near my groin caused the stirring to begin again, and I watched aghast as my traitorous cock began to harden.

She looked down at the tent, gulped, and looked back up at me.

"Thirsty..." she whispered imploringly, her huge eyes tearing up.

Her breath wafted across my thighs again, and my seven inch member reached its full length, trying to burst out of the tops of my cotton shorts.

Abruptly, the waitress appeared at my table with the plate of calamari and asked me if everything was okay.

I dropped the table cloth and attempted to compose myself.

"Uh, sure...everything's great. Um, could I get another beer please?"

"Sure thing mister...be right back with it."

I felt small, elfin hands slowly snake up the legs of my shorts and meet in the middle. Her grasp was firm, the palms of her hands rough from sun and outdoor living. With one hand she softly kneaded my balls, the other stroked my shaft slowly.

Surreptitiously I lifted the cloth to see what she was doing.

"Thiiiiiirsty...please, let me..."

I lifted myself up off the chair slightly and she tugged my shorts down to my ankles. I looked around in alarm, but the inane conversations went on blithely. Thankfully no one stood up, pointed at me and shouted, "HE'S ABOUT TO GET A BLOW JOB FROM A HOMELESS PERSON UNDER THE TABLE!"

She burrowed her mouth into my testicles and nuzzled my pubic hair and I felt her tongue dart out and lick experimentally.

She began by exquisitely bathing my balls with her mouth and tongue, licking up and down and even slurping the sensitive spot beneath.

I shifted myself by spreading my legs and slouching so that my ass was hanging off the edge of the chair. Anyone looking at me might think I was a drunken wastrel with half my body under the table.

She took this as a sign that her ministrations were accepted and she moaned quietly and licked her way to my asshole. She attacked it with vigor and slurped and slobbered my brown eye with relish.

Her hands grasped my thighs and her long, ragged fingernails lightly scratched their way down my legs.

After thoroughly bathing my balls and asshole with her tongue she lifted herself up (bumping her head slightly on the table) and looked down at my turgid manhood.

Her eyes shifted to mine as she reached out with her dark red, wet tongue and hotly licked my shaft, from balls to tip.

"Here you go sir, would you like to see a dinner menu?"

Startled, I looked up into face of my server. A smile twitched at the corner of her mouth and one eyebrow was raised quizzically.

"Um, no thanks...could I get some bread? And some of that olive oil stuff?"

"Sure thing, sir. Back in a jiffy." 

As she skipped off I stared openly at her tight ass. Here I was getting a tongue-job from a homeless girl and I'm still ogling the ass of anything that walks by. 

I scanned the crowd and everything seemed to be normal. Thankfully, no one was leaning down, trying to see if someone brown and dirty was on her knees under the table, servicing me.

I felt a hot, wet mouth engulf the head of my cock, and her tongue flickered back and forth over my glans. She suckled like that for a few moments and I could hear a soft, muffled slurping sound coming from under the cloth.

"Here you go, sir. Bread and olive oil. And here's another beer."

"Thanks...I'm good for a while. I'll let you know when I'm ready for the check."

Under the table, the homeless girl had begun bobbing up and down on my hard shaft, her tongue still swirling and licking. One hand was lightly gripping my upper thigh, fingernails scratching gently, the other had thumb and forefinger wrapped around the base of my cock, jerking me in unison with her sucking mouth.

The slobbering sounds ceased for a moment, and the word "thiiiiiirsty..." emanated up to me.

She began jerking the base of my shaft again, and I distinctly heard a loud slurp as her mouth eagerly sucked in the head of my cock.

I looked around and noticed a well dressed older lady a few tables over looking at me out of the corner of her eye. I picked up my beer and slurped it loudly, then belched.

"...ewww, is that guy disgusting, or what..."

"...all slouched like that, drooling into his beer...must be drunk..."

"...cut him off, if they know what's right..."

I realized I might have overdone it, and straightened up slightly. Homeless girl mewled quietly and kept right on sucking me gently as I moved.

I tried to appear normal, and reached out and cut a piece of bread off the loaf. Chewing it slowly, I reached down and lifted the tablecloth slightly.

She was tightly gripping the base of my shaft and her tongue was wetly licking the shiny, wet purple head of my cock, swirling around and around.

Her big, brown eyes looked up at me, "huuuungry..." she beseeched softly.

One small hand reached up, and I noticed how rough and tan it looked. Grime was caked under her fingernails. 

"Finish what you are doing, and I'll give you the bread and the second beer," I whispered, glancing up at the other tables.

She nodded and attacked my cock like a starving banshee. Her mouth engulfed me, her tongue working the underside of my shaft, flicking back and forth. Her hand jerked me more insistently, and I could feel the cum pressure building.

I reached under the table with one hand, and gripped the top of her head with my palm. Applying pressure, I forced her mouth up and down over my cock.

Mmmph...mmmph....mmmph sounds reached my ears, and I heard a muffled gag as I forced her down deeply.

Her mouth came off briefly, she slobbered wetly, licking the crown of my cock, and whispered, "pleeeease mister...cum for me..."

I forced her head down, spearing her throat with my cock, feeling her gag over the shaft.

With one hand, she kneaded my balls, with her other she pumped the base of my shaft. Her mouth eagerly, insistently slobbered up and down, her hard, wet tongue licking urgently.

My ass cheeks clenched and unclenched and my hips spasmed and I felt the tingling start from deep down.

I sucked in a deep breath and surveyed the other tables. No one was paying me any attention, but I noticed my waitress was across the patio at the drink stand watching me. One hand was at her throat, and she looked slightly flushed.

Homeless girl sucked me deep down her throat and I spurted violently. She moaned, backed off slightly and jerked me while her tongue wetly swirled.

I pulsed again and couldn't hold back a soft groan, she slurped up my cum and sucked me deeply once again.

With every clenching of my ass cheeks I fountained another burst of hot cum down her throat. She swallowed every drop, stopping every few moments to run her tongue around my sensitive head.

Cum dripped down my shaft onto her grime-caked thumb and forefinger, and she licked it up ravenously.

I sat there, stunned, as she thoroughly licked me clean of every drop, even squeezing my shaft and milking the last few drops out.

Finally she stopped and reached down and pulled up my shorts. I glanced around as I pulled them up to my waist, but no one noticed my furtive movements.

I held the loaf of bread down, and one of her little hands snatched it away into the darkness. 

"Thirsty..."

The second, mostly full bottle of Stella Artois disappeared as quickly, and I heard the sound of her guzzling it down.

"Here is your check, sir. Come back and see us again soon."

I left $50 on the table for a $30 tab, and smiled languidly as I moved through the tables toward the exit. 

At the hostess stand a pretty young girl smiled at me and winked.

"Want us to reserve the same table for you tomorrow, sir?"

The End



The Cafe'



It was a warm summer afternoon and she was sitting in a sidewalk café, a file folder open on the table, its contents weighted down with the silverware. She was intently reading a paper. Just as he walked by she crossed her legs and her skirt fell open at the side slit to expose the lacy top of her stocking and the clip of black garters. His stride slowed, as he neared her table she leaned forward and reached for another sheet of paper. The edge of her blouse opened just enough for him to get a glimpse of black lace bra. That meeting he was rushing to could wait. Impulsively he entered the café. Quietly, with a little hesitation, not sure what to do now that he was here, he approached her table. 

She was just finishing with the file she was working on and was about to call the office to set up her meetings for tomorrow when a long shadow crossed her table. She looked up to see who had stopped by but the sun was in her eyes and he was only a dark silhouette. He was tall and in a suit. 

"May I offer you a glass of wine?" he asked. 

She tried to look up again but the sun made her eyes water turning them to liquid pools of emerald green.

"Are you all right?" Said the shadow and shifted a little blocking out the sun. 

"Yes, fine. The sun is just so bright this time of day." She could see his face, a nice face with an intriguing smile that drew one from her in return. A little thrill rushed through her as he held her in the intensity of his gaze. She could almost feel the warmth of his fingers as they trailed from the tip of her earlobe down the side of her neck to slip under the silk edge of her blouse and brush against the lace of her bra. She realized she had leaned toward this stranger and had given him a peek. 

She straightened covering the view. With a deep breath she pushed away the imagined sensation. As she looked into his eyes again, he smiled. "We could do coffee if you prefer."

Never having been a good judge of character when it came to men she found attractive she thought "I should say no thank you and run like the hounds of hell are after me." Yet..... there was something compelling about his boldness, charming about the slight nervous tremble in his hand as he reached to pull out the chair across from her. 

What undaunting courage it must take to approach a total stranger and risk rejection, a wound. A small wound but one that smarts none the less. "I don't sense any danger here." her instinct told her as she snapped the cell phone shut and lean over to drop it in the purse by her feet allowing her hair to cover the sudden flush to her face. 

"Wine would be nice, something light, cool." she had just broken every rule in her book, ignored every lesson she had ever learned the hard way.

He turned to the passing waiter and asked for 2 chilled glasses of white zinfrindel. The chair scraped against the stone of the patio as he pulled it out to take a seat. 

"Too busy to get this work done in the office?" He asked as he settled himself in the chair.

She smiled "This is the only quiet place I could find on such short notice and I have to get it in by 5."

"And then?" he asked.

"Then," she hesitated trying to decide what to do. "Then I am free for the evening."

"That's what I was hoping you would say. Would you have dinner with me then?" 

"That would be lovely." She could have bitten the end of her tongue off. The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. 

He sat resting an arm on the table and casually reached across to touch the ring finger on her empty left hand. The tingle where his warm fingers brushed the back of hers quickly changed to heat lightning, an intensely hot flush poured over her. A shadow crossed her face like a flicker of fear remembered. 

"I'm Joe." He said, and wondered at the change of expression. Maybe it was just the sun, a shadow of a bird flying over. 

"Jess," was all she could manage around the heavy beat of her heart in the tiny hollow at the base of her throat. She looked down at her hand, at his finger lightly stoking hers. Her hand was covered in blood it was getting on the napkin, the end of his finger was smearing it around on the back of her hand. She blinked and it was gone, drew her hand away because she should, not because she wanted to. His touch was different than the other, safer somehow, cleaner. 

As he toyed with a napkin she found herself studying the width of his shoulders, the way the collar of his shirt rested comfortably against his throat, the dark hair that brushed the edge as he turned his head. She wanted to push the collar aside rub her cheek against the curve of his neck, run her hands the breadth of his shoulders following the line of his shirt under the suite jacket. 

He looked away from the waiter and caught her staring. She felt the heat rise in her face as she blushed knowing the naked lust was clear to see and hoping he did, ... didn't. "Jessi, what is the matter with you?" she thought. "I must do something to get a grip. I'll.... Call the office and make that appointment on the way to the bathroom to splash water on my face so I can cool off."

Reaching for her cell phone she smiled " Would you excuse me a moment? I have to confirm an appointment in the morning. I'll be right back." 

"I'll be right here awaiting your return." He rose every so slightly as she stood. She was pleased, a gentleman. Not many of those left anymore. At lease not under the age of seventy! 

She felt his gaze, almost as a physical touch, travel down the length of her body as she stood up. Taking her cell phone she walked toward the door. A breeze stirred his hair and she caught the light scent of his aftershave and him. Passing him she couldn't stop reaching out and brushing the edge of his collar to feel the tickle of his hair on her finger tips. A brazen move, to familiar a thing to do to a stranger. 

Leaning on the sink edge in the ladies room she took deep breaths counting slowly to ten, willing her heart rate to return to normal. Why, oh why hadn't she picked up her purse then she could have just vanished and she could go on being safe. With the call made and some small grip on the slippery edge of her self control she realized returning to that table and whatever else was in store was the only thing she wanted to do. 

Walking back toward the table she noticed the wine had arrived. Watching, hypnotized as his lips touched the edge of the glass she imagined running her tongue there and the taste him. She exhaled not realizing she had been holding her breath and put a surer step into her stride. "Well, all set for tomorrow at 10:00." she smiled taking her seat and a sip of the cool wine, but it wasn't the wine she tasted and she caught herself watching his mouth as he talked. 

The smile she flashed made her green eyes sparkle. He could feel the electricity. " To new friends." he said as he raised his glass to her. 

"And sunny afternoons." She clinked the edge of her glass to his and wondered if as she sipped it she would taste his essence. 

They talked easily, laughed a lot and discovered they shared similiar interests in music, art, politics and general philosophy. After a couple of hours and a couple glasses of wine she excused herself again. While she was gone he called for a dinner reservation at his favorite restaurant. 

As she returned he watched her walk toward him, her legs were long and finely sculpted. He wondered if they would be as soft in his hands as they appeared. He felt a tugging in his groin and pushed the visions of him caressing her naked legs leaving trails of little kisses in their path aside. She moved with the grace of a cat and he wanted to make her purr. No. No, none of that, no rushing. He sensed she would bolt given the slightest provocation.

Deep breath, let it out slowly. He felt like he had just stepped into a different reality without a clue what to do next. "This is ridiculous, I've dated lots of women, must be the sun and the wine." he thought continuing to watch her.

As she sat she crossed her legs and her upper thigh flashed into view for a brief moment. He could see the shape of her calf. The slight tug in his groin increased and he felt himself start to harden. He felt his heart rate pick up the pace and he wanted to skip all the song and dance and take her back to his place and make endless love to her forever,... instead he told her of the dinner arrangements.

"That's one of my favorite places to eat." She said collecting her briefcase and purse. "I better get this back to the office. I'd also like to stop at home and change if you wouldn't mind giving me an extra half hour."

"Sure, I've some errands to run myself," he lied. 

As they walked out of the bar she looped her arm through his and steadied herself by leaning against him. "Sorry, I guess the wine was a little stronger than I thought." She laughed a little. He liked the sound of her and the smell of the faint whisper of her perfume...or was it just her? Either way he liked it. 

He could feel the warmth of her breast pressed against his arm and he could feel his own excitement growing. Good thing he was wearing a suit jacket. He was amazed that in such a short time he was so attracted to her, overwhelmed by her. She was branded in his brain, from now until his death the scent of that perfume and the taste of the wine would conjure her image just as she was this afternoon in the sun, the light breeze stirring errant blond curls. She was bright, smart, well read, with varied interests. She was enchanting.

He sat in his car for long moments in utter amazement at the intensity of feeling she had evoked in the two short hours they had been together. He would be careful, keep his distance, have a good time maybe get lucky and then forget her. That was his resolution but could he keep it? He started his car and decided he would stop by his place and shower and change. The sun was going down, it was a sunset full of the hot colors of lava, it promised to be an interesting evening. 



Dinner? She shook her head as she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. She glanced at her watch, 40 minutes to finish changing and get to the restaurant. She still couldn't believe she had agreed to have dinner with someone bold enough to just walk up to her table and introduce himself. She picked up her jacket and breathed in the scent of him left there when he had taken her arm to escort her to her car. Nice smell, spicey, leathery, and sunshine and.... his own scent. 

She fluffed her hair one last time and slipped a sheer embroidered shirt over the silk tank top. She noticed her nipples were just visible but not prominent. The dress slacks were there as a suggested barrier, she wanted to be sexy but didn't want to hang a for sale sign around her neck. Jess, just what do you think you're doing? What if he's a serial killer and you end up as the next episode of CSI. She looked back at herself in the mirror and shook her finger and said out loud "You watch way too much TV." But visions of the last time skittered across her mind, there had been so much blood. 

She took a deep breath and dabbed perfume behind each ear. 

He was waiting for her in the lobby of the restaurant. He watched her approach. The way she moved was glass and he wondered if she would dance with the same light grace. He could see the outline of her body as she moved, there was just a hint of her nipples poking through the silk top she was wearing...very sexy. 

He had changed into well fitting jeans and a white dress shirt open at the collar. For some reason white dress shirts on dark haired men was an irresistible combination to her. It conjured sensuous images of soft light and strong hands and searing kisses. She smiled and greeted him and he led her to their table.

They ordered drinks and made small talk while they waited. During dinner they talked like old friends. She laughed at all of his jokes and he couldn't seem to get that silly grin off his face or the stiffness out of his pants.

Dinner was...... good? She didn't remember eating it, she had been concentrating on the conversation and on keeping her very active imagination under control. Tonight it was like an unruly child, wondering down dark alleys with bad endings, lighting candles in silken bedrooms, or imagining the taste of brandy on his tongue or a thousand other unknown avenues. 

He had a wonderful smile that never seemed to leave his face, it made his eyes flicker like crystal in fire light. She liked the way he studied her even if it made her feel self-conscious. She wondered if his eyes would darken and turn stormy when he made love....

It was just then she realized he had asked her a question and for the life of her she didn't know what it was. "I'm sorry, I... ah ... was not here just now." She blushed.

"I was wondering if you would like to go dancing. I know a place that plays music you can actually dance to, you know, the old stuff. I haven't quite figured out this new music."

"That would be lovely. I haven't been dancing in a very long time." 

"Well I must be charming she's bored with me already." He thought when she didn't answer his question. He finished the last swallow of coffee and called for the check. 

He took her arm as they left the restaurant and walked slowly to his car enjoying the feel of her breast against his arm. He wanted to kiss her but didn't dare...

As she walked with him toward their cars she smiled to herself, he was nice and he made her laugh. He was easy to talk to and she liked the warmth of his hand on her arm and wondered how it would feel to be held in those arms. 

They stopped at what she assumed was his car he unlocked the door and turned to her. He stood looking at her, at her mouth. She could see his heart beating at the base of his throat, she watched him swallow and wondered if he was going to kiss her. She waited ... he leaned forward... and opened the car door. She blinked and stepped back. 

"I have my car, remember?" She turned and pointed. "It's the little tan pickup over there. I'll follow you, it'll be easier than trying to retrieve it later."

"OK." He looked crestfallen and closed the door, following her to her truck. "Did he just think I rejected him", she wondered as she unlocked her truck door. 

Smiling at him she stretched up and kissed him lightly on the cheek "See you in a couple of minutes." She said as she stepped into her truck and closed the door. He smiled back and headed toward his own car. She watched him walk away in her rearview mirror. "Nice ass." She said to her reflection putting the truck in reverse. 

He could still feel the softness of her kiss on his cheek as he got into the car and her warm scent lingered in his nostrils. He couldn't think straight as he drove to the dance club. He smiled and touched his cheek, she was interested. Maybe she was just distracted at dinner by something at work. He wanted so much to just hold her in his arms and feel the form of her body as she lay against him, dancing would have to suffice.

Did he really want to do this? This was some deep water here, with strong currents that he wasn't at all sure he could swim in. He parked the car and watched her arrive right behind him. He would tell her he had a call from work, that a client had come into town unexpectedly and that he would have to take a rain-check on the dancing thing. 

The smile on her face as she exited her truck made his hand turn off the car. She waited by her truck for him and he fully intended to give her the client story and bolt. He reached out to put his arm around her instead and somewhere along the walk to the entrance he forgot the story. She cuddled into his arm and fit there.

He drew her close as though they had done this a thousand times. She noticed she just fit under his arm and against his side. It was comfortable there, secure, protected, like slipping into your favorite cozy sweater on a cold winter day. She put her arm around his waist and hooked her thumb through the belt loop on the other side falling into step with him. Thoughts churned through her mind, thoughts about how his skin would feel with out the jeans and belt and shirt. She glanced up at him as they neared the door. He had a nice profile with a splay of tinny sunshine lines at the corners of his eyes. That was how she thought of them, sunshine lines, not crows feet. They were more like rays of the sun at the corners of the eyes brought on when a person smiled, happy lines. He must laugh a lot and enjoy most things. 

They entered the bar, found a table, ordered drinks, and listened to the music. The fact that she had only just met him that afternoon was fading farther and farther into the back ground. Maybe there really was something to this former life stuff. Maybe they had known each other before. She studied his face as he watched the band. He turned and held her gaze and smiled. A tingle jumped in the pit of her stomach, a jolt that two electric wires must feel when they are suddenly connected. 

A new song had started "Shall we dance." He asked getting up from his chair. "I'd like that." She replied taking his hand and followed him as he wove his way to the dance floor. He turned and she stepped into his arms as he pulled her close. The feel of the length of him against her took her breath away. The scent of him filled her head with smoke and the easy movement of him against her body kindled the flame. After the first few awkward steps she settled against him easily following, hypnotized by the magical energy they created.

The song ended and they stopped dancing but he continued to hold her close, he liked the feel of her heart beating against his chest, inches from his own. She didn't want to lift her cheek for the warm place on his shoulder, she listened to the heavy rhythm of his heart beating just beneath her ear. He slid his hand up the soft curve of her back and filled his hand with the silken gold of her hair and lowered his head to breath in its scent. "mmmm, you smell," He breathed in again, " like a meadow in spring, like open wilderness, like home." 

She slid her hand down his back as she stepped away from him feeling every muscle move in his shoulders and back under the crisp cotton of his shirt. He placed a hand on the small of her back as he walked her to their table. He was enjoying the sway of her hips as she walked. The feeling translated from the palm of his hand to his brain with images of how it would feel to rest his hand there as she moved above him. He could still feel the curves of her body rubbing against him as they danced, these remembered sensations enter the vision as well and he suddenly realized that he had a full hard on and hoped it was dark enough in the club to disguise it since there was no suit jacket to hide it this time. 

She reached for her drink just as he pulled out his chair and sat down, there was no missing the outline of his erection in his jeans. "That must be uncomfortable." The thought brought a small smile to her lips. 

"Penny for your thoughts." He said leaning forward taking her hand, "You had that distant look on your face again."

"Did I? I'm sorry, I think I'm fading. It's been a long day and I ," she could feel a yawn coming. Oh, not now! No I will not yawn. That would be sooo rude. " I've had a long week, contract negotiations and reports and I guess I'm not 20 anymore." She took a deep breath to stave off the yawn.

"I'm glad your not 20, I can't dance to rap." He smiled a mischievous grin and took a sip of his drink. 

She lost the battle with the yawn and covered her mouth with her hand. "I'm so sorry, I don't know where that came from."

"You are tired, I should take you home. You probably have another long day planed for work tomorrow." Well that was that, and a polite way of saying I'm done with you at that. He put away the images of her in his arms and reached for her jacket. As they went out into the parking lot he placed the jacket on her shoulders and noticed the chill night air had hardened her nipples. He wondered if they would react that way when he ran his tongue over them. Stop. Right there. That is not going to happen in this life time. The memory of her dainty hand over her mouth as she covered the yawn replayed in his mind. He would see her to her car and call it good. No point in pushing for a verbal "get lost I'm not interested". 




The Cafe'



They reached her truck and she fumbled with the keys and finally unlocked the door. She turned back to him hoping he would crush her against him and kiss her until sunrise. " I had a wonderful time." She took half a step toward him.

"So did I." He resisted the urge to touch the errant curl that hung over her shoulder. "Can I see you again?" Damn it! The words were out of his mouth before his brain could stop them. He looked at her lips and wanted to taste them, to explore them, to run his tongue along her white even row of teeth.

"I'd like that." She said it softly, in all the breath she could spare. 

He did reach out and take the curl in his fingers, it was silk, liquid gold. He looked at her eyes and saw they had darkened or was that a trick of the parking lot lights. Her lips were gently parted as if waiting for him to kiss her, he could see the pulse in the little hollow at the base of her throat. Did he dare? He had the feeling his future was about to shift and it terrified him and fascinated him at the same time. He took the other half step forward and she rested her hand on his chest. She could feel the deep hard beat of his heart and knew he was going to kiss her. 

She put her hand on his chest, he could feel the heat of its light touch, no pressure, she wasn't pushing him away or telling him to stop. So what the hell, he would give a light good night kiss, get her number and race for home, take a cold shower and forget her. The intensity of the want for this woman was beyond what he had ever felt and if left unleashed who knew what would happen. 

He leaned forward then hesitated, she could feel his breath on her face, her nostrils filled with warm earthy smell of him, he reached for her slipping his arm around her waist and drew her to him. Body contact with him took the last of her breath and she ran her other hand around his waist and up his back. She could feel his back move as he put his arms around her. She slid her hand up his chest and to the back of his neck feeling the hair at his collar brush against her fingers. It felt as familiar now as it had this afternoon at the restaurant.

The scent of her filled his head with fog and ... it would be just a small kiss, then he would go. At the touch of her lips to his the world disappeared and he fell into another. A world of only her, only her taste, her smell, her warm breasts against his chest, a moment and a sensation he wanted to keep, to repeat over and over again.

She could feel the change of his breathing, his heart beat, the lean hardness of his body against hers, she felt him swell and harden against her stomach. She pressed closer and when she tasted his tongue, felt it plunge into her mouth, drew his breath into her lungs she needed to be closer, to melt into him, and she wanted to stay there. The world disappeared for those brief seconds and there was only the two of them in the universe. Nothing else except the sensations that raced through her. Things she had never felt with anyone else; Confusion and heat and a searing connection that welded souls together. It was staggering. She waited for the hunger to burn but it didn't come this time. The driving need to slack her thirst didn't come this time.

Bright headlights from a car pulling into a parking place spotlighted them and ended the kiss. He raised his head and filled his hand with her hair pressing her head into his chest just below his chin. He drew a deep ragged breath to slow the thundering of his heart and cool his blood a degree or two and willed his knees not to buckle. "How do I get in touch with you." He inhaled the essence of her hair. 

She took a deep breath, the warm safe circle of his arms left her unable to think for a moment and then the smoke began to clear, she felt the ground return under her feet, I can't let him know what that just did. He will think me easy and witless. She lifted her head and felt his arms tighten briefly and then relax. 

"I need to get going." She stepped back.

"I'm sorry if that was out of line, I just....." He jammed his hands into his pockets. His gaze had turned hot and intense and she felt naked under it.

"Oh no, it isn't that it's..." A smile touched the corner of her mouth and was gone. She blushed and looked at his shoes hoping the parking lot lights hid the fact.

"It's what?" He reached for a strand of her hair and took a step to close the distance between them.

She placed a hand on his chest to stop him coming any closer. She could feel his warmth and the rapid beating of his heart and knew if he kissed her again she would burst into flame and melt. She smiled up at him "Mother told me never to play with matches, and you're a match." 

Was that a mischievous twinkle in her eyes or was it a trick of the lights again? Good she had felt something, whether she felt reality take a step sideways or not he didn't know, but this was at least a start. "I would still like to see you again. Where can I call you?"

"Tomorrow after 11 am I'll be in the office, it will probably be easiest to catch me there." She turned to get in the truck.

He touched her arm to stop her and couldn't resist stroking it up to her shoulder. "I don't know where you work. We never covered that."

She chuckled a nervous chuckle and turned back to him. Her eyes lingering on the full lips that had just muddled her senses and wanted him to do it again. The hand on her arm was sending waves of heat straight to her stomach, she could feel the wetness in her panties and after just one kiss. Dear God, what would it be like to make love to him. Surely the universe would collapse. She should lie and run like hell, save the world as she knew it from complete destruction.

"Enterprise Advertising." said someone else with her mouth, she didn't seem to have control, last time she remembered having it was somewhere during that dance. "I must be having a blond moment." She smiled up at him. He released her arm and the cool night air rushed in to caresses her in its place. She felt goose bumps form and felt her nipples harden.

He chuckled and traced her jaw line with his finger, "Not for one moment would I ever consider you to be that witless. You must color your hair." He smiled. And couldn't help notice the outline of her breasts and erect nipples against the silk of her shirt. His fingers itched to trace their outline as he had just traced her jaw. God bless a cool breeze.

She stared at him a moment and then started laughing, he joined her. She liked the sound of his laughter, hers made him catch his breath. He was in deep trouble here, and he vowed not to call her and at the same time he knew he would be pacing the office and watching the clock every ten minutes until 11 tomorrow. 

She climbed in the truck and started it. He closed her door, stepped back and watched her back out. She gave a tiny wave and then was gone. He turned and walked to his car the hand still in his pocket was tightly wrapped around his hard on. And just what was he supposed to do with that? He felt like a teenage boy, one that hasn't learned a single measure of control.

He sat behind the wheel of his car and took several deep breaths willing his heart to slow and his dick to relax. He couldn't get the taste of her out of his mind or the feel of her tiny heart fluttering against his chest. He hoped that indicated she had been as affected as he had. And he hoped she was going to have as fitful a night as he was going to. A cold shower wouldn't do it, a dip in Bearing Sea might, but that was too far to drive. He started the car and went home. 

The next morning as he walked in the office his secretary handed him a fist full of messages and a look that only a practiced mother of three could muster for a disobedient child. Marion stared at him over the rim of her glasses and waited for him to scan through the messages. 

"I see they were a tad upset I missed the meeting." He glanced at her, why hadn't he hired some sweet young thing instead of the efficient, grey haired woman that ran his company and him with the iron grip of a mother with bad behaved boys. She had a way of making him feel that once again he had missed his school bus. But there was no way he would ever do without her, it was pure magic the way his office ran. And over the years she had gradually taken over his life, she kept him out of trouble with his mother, by reminding him of birthdays and mothers day. And her impeccable gift choices had kept him out of hot water with both his sisters on several occasions.

"I assume you gave them a suitable excuse at my missing their meeting?"

"Of course, but I'll not tell you what I told them until I have the real reason you didn't show up to a meeting I've spent nearly 5 months arranging."

"Before you chastise me and send me to my room to think about my misdeeds I want you to order a dozen red roses sent to Enterprise Advertising. No,.... make that one red rose surrounded by 11 pure white ones."

Marion raised one eyebrow and removed the reading glasses from her nose to better study him. He fairly vibrated despite the tight grip on his control, he seemed impatient, and his color was up this morning. She hadn't seen him this way since the day he had marched into his old boss's office and informed him he didn't like his principles, that he had decided to start his own company and he intended to take his secretary with him. "Anyone in particular I should send it to, or is this for the entire company?" She smiled and chewed on the end of her glasses.

"Jess" He reshuffled the messages not wanting to look her in the eye. Marion was far too perceptive for him to slip this by and he didn't want to hear the "it's about time" speech again. 

Marion stepped around her desk and wrote the name on a sticky note. "Last name?" She looked up at him. 

He fidgeted uncomfortably "I don't know it yet." He admitted with a sigh and returned her stare as hard as he could. 

Marion gave him a slight smile, "the card should say...?" she looked back down at the note pad. At least he had the decency to look embarrassed.

"Dinner, question mark. and sign it ..." He smiled remembering the look in Jess' eye, the jaunty cock of her head as she said "mother told me to never play with matches, and you're a match." "in quotations, "Match"." He turned to go to his office and begin returning calls. "And Marion, please make sure they deliver it before 10 this morning." He closed the door.

When the florist delivered the flowers to the office of Enterprise Advertising at 9:45 they caused quite a stir. As requested the bouquet consisted of one blood red rose set in the center and just a little higher than the surrounding 11 snow white roses each on stems at least 18 inches long.

The delivery boy stepped up to the receptionist and said he had a delivery for Jess. Quiet spread though out the office.

And just as the receptionist reached for the card, Jess stepped around the corner reading through a file. "Marty," she said rather sharply without looking up. Marty jumped as if a bee in the roses has stung her. 

"Yes." She yelped and snatched her hand back. 

Jess looked at her over the top of her reading glasses and glanced at the roses. The tingle started at the tip of her toes and ended somewhere near the top of her head. She forced herself not to look back at them. Speech was impossible and she continued to stare at Marty, while trying to control the sensation the memory of last evenings good night kiss was causing. She knew instinctively the flowers were for her and not an anniversary gift to one of the secretaries. There would be gossip in every corner of the office in less time than it takes to sneeze. Great, just great.

Marty thinking she had just been caught about to snoop blushed and stammered "I .. I think these are for you."

The delivery boy turned "You Jess?" 

The giggle behind her snapped her back to reality and she closed the file and said "Yes I'm Jess, may I help you?" 

"Then these are for you. Is there some place I can put 'em so you can sign for 'em?" He said between hard chews on a wad of gum.

"My desk, follow me." She turned abruptly back to her office. She must never loose control in front of the staff. It was hard enough to be successful in this business as a woman. No one ever thought you tough enough or aggressive enough or bright enough to get the job done if you had breasts. She had spent years keeping her personal life completely separate and hidden from the world, while clawing her way to the top. And now to receive such a beautiful bouquet of roses... well, they were just, fabulous... they just ... it just ... it rendered her ... female, in her office, in front of her staff.

She looked at the roses the delivery boy set on the desk and a strong flutter in her stomach reminded her of the warm feel of being held against him, electric shock that had charged through her system at the first touch of his lips, the rush of warmth between her legs at the taste of his tongue... She was always female outside the office, but never, never here. She resisted the urge to burry her face in them and inhale their scent to bottom of her lungs.

"Mam, could you please sign this. I have other deliveries to make."

"What?" She refocused her eyes from the memory to the face of the boy holding out the clipboard and pen. 

"Sign on the x, please, I have to get going." He held out the board and wiggled it at her. 

"Oh, sure." She took it and scratched her name on the x marked line. 

The delivery boy gone, she took the card from the holder and did lean down and fill her lungs with the heady sent of roses. They were spectacular and the single red one in the center was an inspired touch. Maybe she could use it sometime in a campaign. No, no you can never do that. This one is just for you, all yours, only yours, you're not sharing it. Never.

Well that was certainly out of character, she definitely needed some distance here, must be the phase of the moon. 

She opened the card. "Dinner? "Match"." She laughed, he was definitely that, a match and matches did one of two things; burned the dickens out of your fingers or started a nice fire to get cozy by, read a book, sip cocoa... champagne, kisses that curled your toes and warm embraces in strong arms with ...

"Who's Match?"

Jess jumped and quickly folded the card.

Marty was unashamedly reading the card over her shoulder and holding a stack of proofs that needed approval.

"They're gorgeous." Marty nodded toward the roses. "Must've been some night." She set the folders on the desk by the roses. "These need review and correction or approval if you can see your way out of the clouds to get to them." She turned to go.

"Marty," Jess carefully returned the card to its holder. "Not a word, not one syllable of this. If I even imagine I hear anything about this I'll doc you a weeks pay."

Marty smiled "Sugar ain't nothing I can do 'bout what's already going 'round. But any man that's got the taste to send flowers like that is at least worth another try. I'd wear that slinky little thing you wore to the Gallery opening in April. Some of them," She waved her pencil toward the outer office, "were beginning to wonder if you were human, now they know." She started to close the office door on her way out. "The three on the top need approval or change by 3:00 so I can get them to the printers, they're supposed to publish tomorrow."

As the door snicked shut Jess gently ran one finger along the edge of a white rose, their fragrance drifted up and brought with it the lingering image of his smile and the desire in his eyes as he had watched her while they danced. She remembered the light touch of his finger along her cheek and the powerful longing it stirred in her, a long dead emotion. One she wasn't sure she wanted resurrected, not after....

Drawing a deep breath she pushed that unwanted thought back into its dark corner, picked up the first file and began spreading its contents on the review table. 



The Cafe Ch. 01



I walked into the café and headed for my usual table. It was empty as always with a great view of the rest of the tables so I can people watch without being observed. I ordered my hot chocolate as always and sat down with my paper. To be honest with you I wasn't here for the hot chocolate I was here to see her.

We had been making eye contact for weeks and her emerald eyes got me wet with a single glance into the green depths. I was wet at the thought of seeing her again the thought of touching her came into my head every night. I have fingered and toyed at the thought of touching caressing and kissing her luscious body. My fingers are sliding across my wet clit as I wait for my walking goddess.

My hot chocolate arrives so I look away from the door and place it on the table. I hear the bell above the door ring she walks in her curvaceous hips swinging from side to side. She orders a hot chocolate her voice seductive but sweet like honey too which makes me want to melt into a puddle. She sits at the free table opposite, I sip my hot chocolate and then look up into the most heavenly face I ever saw. Her ruby red lips glistening in the light, the emerald green eyes that I have fallen in love so many times, gorgeous blonde hair and the cutest nose. She must have been in her late thirties but I was falling for her.

Our eyes met like they had so many times before my hand slipped between my legs just to imagine her fingers stroking me to completion. Her eyes fixed on mine seeming to me to change colour becoming darker and deeper in shade of green. Next thing I know she is sitting at my table rubbing her foot up and down my inner calf.

She opened her mouth about to speak her luscious full lips needing to be kissed but not sure how to get to that situation.

"Hi my name is Jenny," came the voice so seductive I instantly got wet. "What is yours?"

"My name is Gaby," I whisper back try not to show how much she turns me on.

"I can't believe I am finally looking into your beautiful eyes close up, for so many weeks I have wanted to come and speak to you!", her hushed reply sounding better than my dreams.

"I have felt the same for the many weeks our eyes have been meeting," her foot slips up between my thighs rubbing the insides her stockinged foot feeling great on my stockinged thighs.

I could feel my face flushing with the with the sexual heat raging through my blood. I pull her towards me forgetting where I am and kiss her passionately on the lips, my tongue invading her mouth with no resistance. Our tongue entwine with all the passion of long time lovers.

She grabs my hand and drags me toward the door, she opens it and kisses me on my neck whispering in my ear as she kisses.

"You are coming to mine now!", sucking that sweet spot on my neck that drives me completely wild.

"Sure thing Jenny," she dragged me further down the street to her car opening the door for me, I climb in and she straddles my lap and kisses me so hard and deep I sends me breathless before climbing into the passenger seat.

We drive off I can't help but stroke her delicious thigh so round and sexy. I give it a squeeze and she moans the sound makes my mouth water in lust. My panties are very wet from the onslaught of her foot, I can't resist the urge to put my hand up her skirt and rub her pussy. She was wearing lace panties with a large wet patch getting wetter by the second. I had to taste her she is my dream come true, so I slide my fingers down the waist band of her trousers slip my finger between her succulent lips and feel her wetness. Sliding my finger out I bring it toward my lips and suck her honey off, the taste was sweet and musky.

We were going down the street and every opportunity we got we would looked into each others eyes. I wanted to grab her and eat her wonderful tasting pussy but I would have to wait until we reach her house. Jenny said we weren't far off so I slipped off my underwear and began to rub my pussy like there was no tomorrow. I rubbed my clit hard wanting to cum so Jenny could eat me.

I didn't cum we arrived at Jenny's place so fast I didn't have time, she grab my arm and dragged me out of the car up the steps and fumbled with her keys. I helped her put them in the door and we both fell through kissing groping and fumbling. We fell onto the stair to her bedroom where she spread my legs wide lifting my skirt and burying her face deep in my pussy.

I was so wet I could hear her slurping and lapping at my sopping pussy. She was teasing not letting me cum circling my clit and not touching it at all.

"Oh fuck me please!", I cry in frustration and lust. The is when she sucks hard on my clit sending me over the edge pushing her head into my pussy.

"OH FUCK YES YES YES OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!", I screamed hard

       to be continued



The Cafe Ch. 02



I lay there on the stairs panting after my first orgasm with Jenny. She has snuggled onto my shoulder waiting for me to be able to breathe again. Feeling wet kisses move from my neck to my lips leaving wet little marks on my sensitive skin. She takes my hand and pull me to my feet.

"I think it is time we headed for my shower," she whispered in my ear before sucking my earlobe and leading me up to her bedroom to the en suite.

The shower was huge I thought as she pushed me in and turned on the water. We stand groping and kissing under the cascade of water soaking our naked bodies. She stepped out of the shower returning seconds later with the biggest vibrator I have ever seen. Not giving me much time to react she pushed me against the wall pushing this large thick vibrator into my dripping hot pussy. Our hot bodies glistening with water writhing against each all slippery which she made better by covering us both in shower gel and rubbing our breasts together. Our nipples rubbing together send little jolts of electricity through our bodies making us moan every time they touch. Jenny decides to turn up the vibe holding my weight against the wall, as I am on the edge of another orgasm. She quickly turned the vibe on full speed and sucks my nipples hard.

"Fuck fuck fuck oh YES!" I scream as I cum for the second time that day.

I slid down the tiles and sat on the shower floor catching my breath with Jenny say next to me still sucking my sensitive nipples. I know Jenny hasn't had a chance to cum yet but I will soon be turning the tables.

We regained our breath and stepped out of the shower. Grabbing a towel I dried er heavenly body and she returned the favour never taking our eyes off each other. I let her lead me to the bedroom not intending to be the one having the orgasm this time.

Her bum swaying sexily from side to side I have to fight the urge to sink to my knees and kiss the soft flesh of her gorgeously round bum. As we enter the bedroom I see it is like a sex cave, a king size bed, sex toys all over the room and a mirror above the bed. She turns and sees my eyes full of lust and want for her sexy body. I pull her into my arms kiss and kiss her like I have never kissed another woman before.

Gently I lay her down kissing and nibbling her sweet tasting neck. Massaging her thighs and bum as I do. Her moans are like music to my ears they are only soft but so beautiful. Kissing further down her neck to her chest. She is covered in goose bumps and her nipples are like pebbles. I lick and kiss my way over to the left nipple sucking it deep within my mouth as I roll and pinch the other between my thumb and forefinger.

Switching over I suck the right nipple and pinch and roll the left. She is purring like a contented cat and her fingers are running through my her which feels so good I am getting wet again just from those small things. As I suck I remove my fingers from her left nipple and let them slip between her thighs into her soaked pussy. Bringing them to my lips I have a taste of her wonderful love honey.

Not able to wait a second longer I kiss my way down her stomach and spread her legs breathing in her heavenly scent. Not able to wait a second longer I begin to lick her swollen lips to which I am rewarded with more delicious honey and moans. Her body squirms and thrust for more but I want it to last a lot longer than she does. Sliding my tongue in and out of her pussy fucking her slow and long teasing her badly.

I want to make love to her she isn't just a one off fuck I am falling for her the more I see her. I pull her tight to my face kissing her again teasing her more to give her the best orgasm of her life. Jenny is constantly in my thought and I am going to make sure she enjoys herself.

I circle her clit so slowly teasing her loving her whimpers and moans of pleasure knowing she wants more. I take the hint beginning to suck her clit hard and slide two fingers deep inside her pussy letting her velvety walls grip my fingers tight. She then gives me a guttural groan and screams out,   "Oooooooooohhhhhhhh Gaby," that was enough to make me cum all over again.

I scream with her riding our orgasms until we are left panting and holding each other tight basking in our lust filled after glow.



The Cafe Ch. 03



Kissing her neck as I wrapped my arms tight around her waist. She snuggled into me more, kissed me passionately on the lips and we both fell asleep holding onto each other.

 The next morning I awoke to the smell of cooking and a note on the bedside table. 

Good morning lover, I am cooking downstairs. There is a bathrobe on the back of the door come down when you are ready. Love, your Jennyxxx

I leapt out of bed and grabbed a quick shower. Heading downstairs I could smell omelettes my favourite, stepping into the kitchen I see the gorgeous figure of Jenny cooking at the stove. I walk up behind her and place my hands on her hips caressing her curves and kissing her neck teasing little moans out of her lips.

"Lets eat breakfast and then we can get down to more fun. You will need your energy," she whispered with a cheeky wink. I go to the table as quickly as I could, pulling out a chair for Jenny then collecting the plates with the omelettes on and sit down opposite her.

 It didn't take long for her to decide that being naughty during breakfast was a good idea. The table wasn't that big so she could reach me with her foot. Her foot started stroking the inside of my calf which felt so good but wasn't that distracting. Until her foot reached my thighs and rubbed with sensitive skin on the inside of both, making my legs open involuntarily. Looking into her eyes I could see a look that said I have got you where I want you.

Suddenly her big toe is slowly rubbing my clit in circles. It feels so good but I still haven't given her second orgasm after the two she gave me. I look at her struggling to speak and say,

"I thought..we..were saving the...fun until...after break... fast," breathing heavily I stand to catch my breath.

"I couldn't resist your eyes were driving me crazy and making me horny," replied Jenny with a smile.

"Does that mean you have finished with breakfast then?"

"Yes it does," she follows me as I walk around the table to her seat she stands and we kiss with a fierce hunger that neither of us could control. Lifting her onto the table so I can get to her magnificent pussy.

I rip open her robe and devour her breasts like I have never done with a woman before. Kissing every inch of her breasts until I can't wait any longer and draw her nipple into my mouth sucking hard. Her melodic moans getting me instantly wet.

Her hands holding my head close to her chest not wanting me to let go of her gorgeous nipples grazing, them with my teeth making her moan for more of me. Our lust and passion building intensely within both of us only wanting each other. I could here her heart beating fast and feel my doing the same. Switching to the right nipple and give it the same long treatment as I roll the other between my thumb and forefinger.

After a while I decide to slide my fingers along her soaking pussy until I can circle her willing and hard clit. Teasing her driving her wild beyond belief. Bringing my fingers up to my mouth I taste her sweet juices and snake them back between her thighs. Delving into her love tunnel rubbing her sensitive spot as I kiss her passionately. Jenny pushes on my head wanting me to get between her thighs so she can come as I eat her. I do as her actions demand.

 Sliding down her body kissing her as I go doing it slowly wanting her orgasm to build more than it has. I kneel between her legs spread her lips with my fingers and have a long lick right up her spread lips until I reach her clit; lovingly I flick it. To which I am awarded with a loud moan of pleasure.

 I continue to do that until she whimpering and begging for more. With that I bury my tongue deep in her love tunnel making her scream loudly. Swirling my tongue in a circular motion around her pussy walls until the walls begin to spasm and grip my tongue tight.

"I Love you!" screamed Jenny holding my head tight to her as I lapped up as much of her honey as I could.

 I stand up look her in the eyes and say "I love you too" We kiss passionately and never want to be apart again.



The Cafe Down the Road



Danny sat perched on the edge of his seat across from Alison, who was absentmindedly stirring sugar into her coffee. A soft murmur of voices surrounded them, people coughing and scrapping chairs, hanging damp coats on brass hooks or carefully laying dripping umbrellas down on the floor. The rain sizzled softly outside, hitting the pavement and pattering the windows. 

"Does this feel strange to you," Alison asked Danny, looking across at him attentively. 

"What, us having coffee together," Danny asked, unsure of Alison's meaning. 

"Yes, I mean I'm not with your dad anymore and your family hates me." 

"I'm not sure they hate you; I know I don't hate you," Danny said. 

"That's sweet Danny," Alison said softly, before lifting her steaming cup of coffee to her pursed lips, tentatively taking a sip, and then adding a moment later. "I appreciate it, even if it isn't true - at least as far as your family goes. 

Danny sat there, feeling wooden, trying to think of something else to say to Alison. He looked to his right and carefully noted the cafe's dark walls, the rows of photos of jazz and blues musicians in chipped frames, behind greasy glass, running from one side of the dark cafe to the other as if this study could help him solve the problem of talking meaningfully to this woman. Danny sipped his coffee and reached for a dark mint chocolate. 

"It's nice to see you again Danny," Alison finally said," you're the only one I miss. I enjoyed being your stepmother." 

"I miss you too and I think about you a lot." 

A young and harried looking waiter suddenly arrived and his eyes fell on Alison and he dropped the piece of crockery he was changing on their table. Alison noticed his reaction and laughed softly at the young man and Danny felt a pang of jealousy, but hoped his features were composed enough so Alison wouldn't notice. The young waiter lingered, overly and unnecessarily attentive. Danny disliked him - his dark hair looked shiny as if it were slicked back with oil and his angular face looked hard, his skin looked coarse and yellowish under the weak brown glow of the light above them. 

"Thanks, we're fine now," Alison said softly, but dismissively, cutting the waiter off before he launched into some rehearsed pickup routine. 

Alison turned back to Danny, smiling and lifted the cup of coffee and drank. 

"Danny, you've probably heard a lot of rotten things about me from your father and the rest of your family," Alison said a moment later, becoming more serious. 

"He has said things, yes," Danny replied, sounding apologetic. 

"Yes, I bet he has," Alison muttered, growing annoyed, but trying to hold her temper in check, "did he tell you that I was screwing a whole lot of guys behind his back and trying to take all his money?" 

Danny was lost for words. 

"I'm not angry with you Danny: he's the one at fault. I'm only after my rightful share after having put up with him for the last eight years. And no matter what he says, we both had affairs." 

"Yeah, he's far from perfect and he treated you very badly and you deserve your share." 

"You're sweet Danny," Alison said, reaching out and taking his hand in hers. 

Danny lost track of the conversation momentarily. He looked at Alison with a yearning expression in his eyes which Alison noticed instantly. Her big blue eyes were gazing at him and her tender lips were moving. 

"Danny," Alison asked, grinning. 

"Sorry," Danny stammered, growing red in the face. 

"Do you think I was just some sort of trophy wife, because that's what they all thought?" 

"No, of course not, Danny replied." 

Alison picked up her cup and looked off to the left, sipping - her mind preoccupied. Danny tried not to stare at her shiny blond hair or her beautiful neckline and shoulders. He looked down at the cracked wooden table they were seated at, noting the grain of the wood and the glossy stain, sure that Alison had caught him staring at her. 

"Maybe I should have married you Danny," Alison said, looking back at him, "pity you were too young for me." 

"Wow, I wish I had have been older," Danny said, looking back and smiling. 

Alison burst out laughing, her eyes sparkling. She quickly picked up a chocolate mint in her fingertips and showed it to Danny and then popped it into her mouth. 

"I thought you would have had a girlfriend by now," Alison asked, sitting forward, "you're 18 now, aren't you?" 

"I am 18 and did have one mom," he said trying to tease her, "but it didn't work out and we broke up." 

"Mom, no, no, don't call me that," Alison replied laughing before gazing at him again, "I'm sorry for your girl troubles, but I'm sure you'll find another girl without any problems, any problems at all. 

"Well, I do have one in mind, it's just tricky," Danny said, grinning at Alison. 

"Oh really, how tricky can it be," Alison said softly mocking him, smiling. 

Danny felt as though he were playing a game of chess requiring intelligence and skills. He needed to stay there and say something, but it had to be smart and not blunt and not immature or Alison would just grow cold and be turned off by him. She was 35 years old and he just 18 and she was still technically married to his father. He decided to be honest in the end. 

"Sometimes telling that special someone how you feel and what you want is hard, particularly when they're the woman of your dreams." 

Alison picked up her cup again and silently drank, draining the cup. Around them people came and went, chairs scraped and the young waiter hustled and bustled carrying piles of plates towards the kitchen and dropping off cups of steaming tea to tables full of wet and cold looking people. 

"What are your plans now," Alison asked. 

"I'm not doing anything tonight," Danny said, curious. 

"Do you want to come back to my place?" 

"Yeah, that sounds good Alison," he said, his heart thumping in his chest. 

"Good, well I'll get the bill then." 

They climbed the last of the narrow stairs, breathless and then turned a final corridor and were at Alison's door. She slid the key home awkwardly and then let him inside the apartment. It was a small place, not what she was used to by any means and Danny suddenly felt angry that Alison of all people had to live here because Danny's father was fighting her in the courts. 

"Here give me your coat Danny," Alison said, taking off her own and looking for a place to dump her wet black umbrella. 

Danny pulled his coat off and handed it to Alison, while taking her umbrella and dropping it in the laundry tub under her instructions. Danny paused inside the tiny laundry, listening to her in the next room opening and closing a wardrobe, after having hung the damp coats. He came back inside and found her sitting on the lounge, waiting for him. 

"How about a glass of wine," Alison asked, softly, "you look like you might need it." 

"Sure, do you want me to..." 

"There's some white in the fridge and some glasses in the cupboard above the sink." 

Soon they were drinking wine and Alison was looking at him. Danny sat forward on the lounge, facing Alison, drinking far too quickly, the power of speech seemingly gone forever. The older woman sighed. 

"Yes, it's really good to see you Danny, so good Danny," Alison said softly, reaching out and taking his hand in hers and moving closer. 

"Yeah, really good mom, I mean Alison," Danny said, growing excited, his penis getting even harder in his pants. 

"Yeah," Alison asked softly, putting down her glass and then reaching for his, depositing it on the table. "So you miss me, do you Danny. Think of me all the time, hmm, do you." 

"Yeah for sure, it's not the same at home without you and I think about you a lot. I mean I..., Danny rattled off quickly, before Alison cut him off by leaning in, putting her arm around his shoulder and sealing his mouth with a deep kiss. 

Danny jumped in his seat and gasped, but he recovered and took Alison in his arms and closed his eyes, feeling her pushing him onto his back and stretching out on top of him, her mouth still glued to his and her tongue beginning to slip inside his mouth, while her fingers nimbly undid one shirt button after another. Soon his shirt was open and she was making him sit up so she could pull it off. 

"Oh my god, oh shit," Danny whispered fiercely as Alison threw the shirt aside, pushed him back down and ran her hands over his smooth muscular chest and buried first her lips and then her teeth in the nape of his neck. 

"Awww," he moaned and then with fumbling clumsy moves unbuttoned and pulled Alison's top off and then unsnapped her bra, revealing her beautiful breasts. 

"C'mon Danny, time to fuck," Alison announced grinning, getting up and offering him a helping hand. 

"Oh man, really" he asked, as she led him into the bedroom, "I can fuck you?" 

"Absolutely, you're about to get laid kid." 

"Take off my skirt, here," Alison said, standing by the bed, showing Danny where to unzip her, as she undid Danny's jeans and pulled them down, "shoes and socks off kid." 

All their clothes came off piece by piece and Alison took the startled and horny boy in her arms again and kissed him passionately, letting him crudely shove his tongue into her mouth, getting complete control of him though by grabbing his cock and making him gasp and jump on the spot. 

"I'm gonna suck your cock Danny," Alison whispered in his ear. 

"God yes Alison." 

"I'm going to suck you off Danny boy," Alison sang, before laughing at the delirious expression on Danny's face. 

Alison led Danny to her bed and told him to lie down. She then climbed on to the base of the bed, giving him a long look at her naked body as she approached him on all fours, like a beautiful tiger. Alison moved over Danny and then dropped, landing on top of him He grabbed her and winced as she bit into his neck again. 

Inch by inch Alison made love to Danny's quivering body with her mouth and her hands. There was no rush, despite the urgent sounds coming from Danny. She kissed his shoulders and his chest, taking his nipples between her lips and rolling and sucking and gnawing on them while the young man cradled Alison's head in his arms, looked down at her and dealt with the intense sensations he was feeling by shaking and groaning loudly at her. 

She was finding all sorts of exposed ticklish spots as she kissed his strong belly and ran her fingertips over his sides and hips. She deliberately targeted those spots, causing him to squirm, his penis getting even harder and his face growing red. Alison laughed at Danny's reaction, at the sweet crazy way he giggled. For awhile she just refused to stop. 

"God I love torturing you Danny, I could do this for hours." 

"I can't stop laughing when you do that Alison," he said lying back down comfortably again after she had finished tickling him. 

"Okay, then," Alison said grinning, looking at Danny's hard dick and then looking at him in the eye, "I'm going to make love to your penis now Danny. 

"Awww Alison." 

"I bet you've been dreaming about this, haven't you." 

"Yeah Alison, so much." 

"You want me to kiss it and make love to it?" 

"Awww please Alison, please." 

"Okay honey, god imagine what your dad would think if he could see us? Legally, I'm still your evil stepmother. This is the perfect way to get back at him." 

Alison stroked Danny's balls with her soft fingers, causing his toes to curl. She then gave his penis a shake with her forefinger and thumb at the base - sure enough a glassy drop of pre-cum emerged from the swollen top. 

"Awww Danny, look at that," Alison softly enthused, before dropping her head and licking the bead of fluid off the tip with stroke after stroke after stroke of her tongue. 

"Awww Danny, don't you cum, okay," Alison continued, mocking him gently. 

Danny lay there, silently willing Alison to go further, to take it in her mouth. And she did. Alison placed her lips on him and after kissing him twice dropped down, her lips firm, her tongue flashing and her throat swelling with penis. Down and down she dropped and Danny felt her warm mouth engulf inch after inch. She stopped and just bore down hard as if she was trying to force even more penis inside but there was just none left to give her. He felt as though he would cum, but he held on for dear life. 

"There it is Danny boy, one happy looking dick," Alison said cheerfully, after having released him, a thin stream of saliva and pre-cum stretching from his tip to her lip. 

Before he could say anything Alison was sucking him with long swift noisy strokes, twisting her head, determined to give her young love her best blowjob and really enjoying the sensation of having a young man's penis in her mouth again and loving the sweet moans he was emitting. It was a vigorous relentless blowjob and Danny just loved it. 

Alison knew her Danny had a fetish for older women and was a bit of a mommy lover. She stretched out on her bed and let him indulge his submissive mommy's boy side by instructing him in how to worship her beautiful body. Alison cradled him in her arms and sighed as he kissed and sucked the tips of Alison's breasts and ran his hands along her sides and thighs. It was an intimate moment designed to make him feel like a man-child and Alison his protective mother. Soon he was stroking and kissing her abdomen and hips and then they both agreed that he was ready to worship Alison's pussy. 

Alison sat up on the bed, her weight supported on her elbows and spread her long tanned legs so Danny could see. The young man sighed at what he saw, looking closely, his eagerness evident and his eyes wide. Alison's pussy was framed by a neat thatch of damp golden hair and her open flowery lips were a soft pink, harbouring more delicate swirling folds and then at the low point her vagina, a trail of shining fluid oozing from it. 

Danny could take no more and Alison was so pleased she didn't have to pressure him into it. Danny's head dropped and Alison placed her hand on the back of his head. He ran his tongue gently over her vagina collecting all of her fluid. 

"Do you know Danny," Alison began talking softly, as she reached under his chin and directed his lips onto her clitoris, "that I used to have a young boyfriend just like you and he used to go down on me for hours. He would come over to my place and just do it for ages and ages without me having to tell him to or forcing him to. I had him eating pussy as often as I could." 

"Wow, that's...," Danny said before Alison patiently but firmly put him back in place at her clitoris. 

"He could make me cum again and again Danny. He loved eating pussy. Here Danny, press your fingers inside me gently. Yeah that's it. Awww. I love young guys like you Danny." 

Alison sighed and stretched enjoying the feelings building in her body, building in her clitoris. Danny gently licked and kissed Alison's clitoris, his fingers slipping inside her body, her pubic hair funky and filling his nose. 

"Danny, can you do something for me, can you lick my asshole?" 

Danny looked up surprised, but his penis grew even harder. It was a completely unexpected request. 

"I love it when guys do that honey; it's really nice." 

"Ummm, okay," Danny said feeling strange. 

"Good Danny," Alison said, feeling blissfully happy that he was so compliant and submissive. 

Alison turned over onto her belly and then rose onto her hands and knees and thrust her behind out. Danny placed his hands on each side of Alison's behind and leaned tentatively forward, looking at Alison's tight brown pink asshole. He slowly dragged his flat tongue over it, unused to the taste. 

"Good boy Danny." 

Danny licked Alison's asshole again and again, losing himself in a true act of devotion and submission to his beautiful stepmother. 

"Good Danny," Alison whispered, enjoying the sensation, her body ready for his penis. 

Alison couldn't help it. Certain young men like Danny just caused her to release her dominant side. She was seriously considering pissing on him, knowing that he would probably love that too. It would have been so easy - just lead him to the bathroom, get him to lie in the bath tub and then squat over him and let go, carefully and deliberately aiming for his face, a steady golden stream striking him in the tightly closed eyes, drenching his hair, running down his cheeks, his neck and chest. Alison could imagine herself focusing and urinating in his mouth, making him gulp down her piss. 

"Oh my god stop sweetie, that's enough," Alison said, turning to hug him and kiss him softly. "I'm sorry darling I haven't been laid in a while." 

Alison lay back on the bed and opened her legs, inviting him softly to put it inside her where it belonged. Danny looked down at his erection and couldn't quite believe Alison wanted him to put it in her pussy. 

"C'mon and if you want to call me mommy while we're having sex then go ahead, okay?" 

"Wow, okay mommy," Danny said tentatively, trying it out. 

Danny slipt between Alison's thighs and they fiddled with his penis and then Alison told him to push. He did and the tip struck warm flesh and just kept going, sinking deeper and deeper until he hit rock bottom, his balls rubbing against her. Alison put her hands on his ass and encouraged Danny to fuck her. 

"Awww mommy, that's nice," Danny said, looking down into Alison's clear blue eyes. 

"Yeah, it's good isn't it honey, hey. C'mon Danny don't be shy, fuck me, okay." 

"Awwww gawd." 

"Yeah honey, it's so good." 

"Awwwww mommy." 

Danny and Alison built their rhythm with the young man taking a dominant role. She felt so good to him and he loved the way her soft hot flesh clung to him, moulding itself to accommodate his frantic plunges. The knob of his penis was driving into a warm blond rimmed honey pot, a place filled with soft flowing liquid. 

"Awwww mommy," Danny groaned, his front teeth protruding and his eyes shut tight. 

Alison could sense that he was going to cum. He had only been inside her for ten minutes, but he was young and she was his fantasy. She held him in her arms, encouraging him to lie on her, crush her so she could whisper in his ear. 

"C'mon Danny, give it to mommy, c'mon on." 

"Awwww mommy! Awwww mommmmyyyyyy! Awwwwww mommmmmyyyyyyyy!" 

The young man had never cum like that before - Alison had really accessed his head and stirred him. He blasted his load inside his stepmother, each shot accompanied by a hard deep shudder causing both man-child and woman to rock. He cried into the pillow, giving her everything he had physically and emotionally while she made sure he was locked in place, her arms and legs unbreakable. Then it was over and he felt embarrassed. 

"Don't feel embarrassed Danny." 

"You didn't even cum Alison." 

"Oh don't worry about that Danny, Soon I'll be cumming every day and as much as I want, I promise you that."



The Cafe Newl



It had been one of the worst weeks of my life. On Monday, I arrived home from work and discovered that my girl friend had moved out with no explanation. We had been living together for six months and dating for over two years. She had just packed up and disappeared. Her note said that it had been fun and wished me a good life. I stood dumbfounded holding the note in the middle of my now sparsely furnished apartment. It was like I was stuck in a bad dream and unable to awaken myself, only this was real.

On Tuesday, the other shoe dropped. Through a mutual friend, who felt sorry about the way I was being treated, I found out where my lover had gone. She had moved in with an old boyfriend. I felt sick as my friend recounted how my girl friend had been seeing this guy for several weeks while acting like her and I were the couple of the century. My feelings of loss and sadness quickly turned to anger and betrayal. I wonder if she ever read the nasty e-mail I fired off. I never got an answer and we have not spoken since. It is sad people can never seem to part friends.

Wednesday was yet another black day in what was becoming a dismal week. I got the news that the company I had labored at for ten years was downsizing. I was suddenly expendable. They gave me two weeks severance pay and asked me to vacate my office by the end of the day. I left the building an hour later with a small box of personal items. The box was carefully scrutinized by security before I was allowed to leave. I walked to the parking lot cursing the bastards and thinking that they better not have the nerve to call me for help with anything I left unfinished.

I sat in my car making calls on my cell phone. I was pretty well known by our competitors. It was the kind of business where you were always associating with others in the same work. I managed to get two interviews set up for that Friday morning. By seven pm Wednesday I was sitting on a stool at my favorite bar numbing my brain with the help of Mr. Jack Daniels. The bartender, who was an old friend of mine, put me in a cab three hours later. I am still not sure how I got into my bed.

Thursday I woke up around noon with a pounding headache. I had the kind of awful hangover you get when you go to sleep with alcohol still in your stomach. I stood under a steamy shower with the water nearly hot enough to scald my skin. I suppose I was trying to burn away both the pain in my body and the memory of the previous three days. Unfortunately, all I could do was ponder what new disaster might await me on what was an otherwise beautiful afternoon.

As I reached for my robe, I remembered I was once again a bachelor. I headed for the kitchen in the buff. I think I have always been a bit of a nudist at heart. My ex-girlfriend hated when I walked around nude. She was the one that bought me the robe. It was the first robe I had ever owned and I decided right then to burn the damn thing.

When I got to the kitchen I decided on toast and a taste of the hair of the dog. I never did get dressed that afternoon. I spent my time lounging in my recliner. That and the entertainment center was pretty much the only thing left in the living room. I thought that I had better do some furniture shopping after my interviews. By 6:00 my bottle of Jack was a dead soldier and I was having trouble focusing on the old John Wayne movie on AMC.

For some reason I decided to flip to the Spice channel. I guess I thought I could focus better on pussies being licked than the Duke killing a bunch of Hollywood Indians. Even though I had not watched porn since my ex had moved in, I had never bothered to cancel the subscription. Though she was fairly adventurous in bed, she was quite the prude in many ways. She had made it clear that watching porn did not interest her and she would find my watching it insulting. I had meant to cancel the subscription, but it was only a couple dollars a month so it was not a priority. Maybe, I just knew the bitch would leave me someday and I would need it again.

The movie playing was pretty standard porno fare. A man was conducting interviews with female candidates for some job. For no apparent reason he ended up romping naked with three of them in his way too spacious office. I have conducted a lot of interviews in my life and I have never ended up naked during a single one. Obviously no one watches this stuff for the realistic plot lines. As I watched the foursome on the screen I pumped my cock in my fist. This was not my ordinary masturbation style. It was violent, like I was taking out all my pain, anger and frustration from the week on my cock. Oddly, I came explosively, crying out to the empty room. Afterward, I lay in the big comfy chair shaking with droplets of cum splashed over my belly and chest until I passed out. 

I awoke at 3:00 am with a different movie flickering on the television in the dark room. The actors were different, but the scene was pretty much the same. One man and multiple women enjoying unbridled carnal exploits. I dragged my ass to the bath to wash the dried cum from my body. I fell into my bed and went back to sleep quickly. 

Friday morning I actually felt pretty good. I sprang form my bed when the alarm signaled it was 7:00 am. The shower felt good; it was a hopeful day. I hadn't really eaten in several days so I decided a stop at Mike's diner for one of his fabulous omelets was in order. The ham and cheese omelet, greasy home fries, toast and orange juice would provide fuel for my day. As always Mike's did not disappoint, I left there feeling full and ready to take on a busy morning. 

Then came my first interview. It was with an old friend of mine. I soon learned that she had only given me the interview out of courtesy. She had no job to offer me; although she assured me that if anything came up I would be first on the list. She also promised to make some calls for me. I left her office dejected. I thought why should this day be any different than the rest of the week. Obviously I was in a down cycle. I considered blowing off the second interview in favor of another meeting with Jack.

However, I knew there really was an opening at Brown and Simon, Inc. They were the biggest competitors of my former employer. I figured they would be thrilled to get me and I knew I could bring customers with me. The interview was with a man I had been aquatinted with for many years through attending industry functions. As it turned out he did have an opening. However, due to my general funk, I gave the worst interview in history. I left certain I would not be hearing from Brown and Simon. 

At 2:00 I was sitting at my favorite table at a trendy downtown eatery near my old office. I have no idea what made me decide to eat there amid the gloom of that day. Perhaps I wanted something familiar that reminded me of better times. I would find that it was a fateful decision. I sat sipping my second Jack and Coke as I waited for my lunch to be served. My favorite waiter was attentive and polite as usual, even when expressing surprise at my ordering a second drink before lunch. I was pretty predictable with my one drink at lunch rule. He asked if I was perhaps celebrating something.

"Yeah, my freedom, Jerry," I replied rather sadly, making it clear I was not celebrating anything. 

Jerry didn't ask any more questions. I looked around the familiar cheery restaurant as he busied himself taking an order at another table. The lunch crowd was loud and animated. There were lots of happy faces and lively conversations all around me. It was Friday and most of these people would get little more work done today after their three-martini lunches. For the majority the weekend had already begun.

My eyes settled on the only other person in the room who was alone. She was a pretty young woman with shoulder length light brown hair. Her blond highlights simmered in the glow of the artificial restaurant lighting. Her beautiful dark eyes seemed to be staring off into another world. Deep contemplation and a sense of peace showed on her pretty face. A kind of glow seemed to be radiating from her, drawing me to her. I wondered what the captivating woman was imagining. She clearly was not present in the café with the rest of the diners. Her slight smile indicated to me that wherever she was it was a very pleasant place to be. I wanted to join her in the happy place she had found within her. 

Perhaps she had escaped to a tropical island and was enjoying warm breezes and beautiful surroundings. Perhaps she was sitting by a mountain lake with her toes dipping into the cool waters on a late spring afternoon. Wherever it was I wished I had the ability to transform my surroundings. I desperately wanted to escape the doldrums my life had produced that awful week. Then a painful thought occurred to me. What if she too was having bad times and her daydream was just a brief escape from the unpleasantness of life. These thoughts made me sad. I wanted her to be happy. This desire struck as odd and silly since I did not know the woman. For whatever reason there was something about her that made it important to me that she be happy.

A glint of light from her gold ring attracted my attention to her finger. It rested lightly on her delicate sensuous lips. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to taste the sweetness I was certain those pretty lips held. I tried to find an excuse to walk over to her table and introduce myself, but no reasonable thought came to me. Determined to find out more about her, I signaled for Jerry to come to my table. 

"Yes Sir, another drink already?"

"No, Jerry, I have a rather odd request though." 

"I am happy to provide any service I can, Sir."

"Well, the er oh the woman over there alone, do you happen to know her?"

"Not well Sir, but she is a fairly regular customer. Up until a couple months ago she would come in with a handsome gentlemen about once a month. Now she comes alone. She has a couple glasses of wine and stares out the window like that. I don't think it is the street scene she is seeing though. Sir."

Jerry didn't know any more than that. The mystery of her visits to the restaurant made me want to know more. I was determined to meet her after hearing the fascinating story of the pretty lady who I already desired. Unfortunately, she finished her wine and left before I figured out a way to accomplish an introduction. I ate my delicious meal without enthusiasm. Another Jack and Coke left me buzzed enough that I decided I needed to walk around town a bit before driving home.

I walked down one side of the broad avenue that pretty much served as main street in our little city. As I strolled along, I took note of the latest fashions screaming at me from the windows of the trendy shops that occupied the first floors of the office buildings. I paused in front of the United Colors of Benetton store. The blonde mannequin was showing a pretty blouse and skirt. Forgetting for a moment the events of the week, I thought that it would look good on my girl friend and reached for the door. I was going to purchase it as a surprise. Reality hit me hard and I felt tears on my cheek. I had not cried for her or anything else that week and now it threatened to all burst out.

I turned suddenly to run away hoping I could hide and ran smack into the woman from the restaurant. Her face bounced off my chest and she stumbled nearly falling to the payment. I managed to catch her before she fell but not before the package she was carrying went flying. I stood there dumbfounded, holding onto her, shocked to see the vision so soon again. Instead of the anger one would expect all I got was her sweet smile. I nearly melted as I looked down into her pretty eyes. 

"Oh, I am so sorry, I should watch where I am going better!" She Gushed

"No, no, it is my fault. I turned too quickly and didn't look where I was going."

"Well maybe it is both our faults. I just seem to be in a fog all the time these days. Hey, do I know you?" She said with a very puzzled look. 

"No, I don't think so, but we did sort of just have lunch together. I noticed you earlier at the Café Newl."

"Oh, yes, of course, the handsome man sitting alone. I noticed you because you were alone like me and well also because you looked so sad."

I blushed and smiled broadly when I realized she had noticed me at all. The idea that she found me handsome was exciting. Though I was not sure of her exact age I knew I was a good bit older than her and was sure such a pretty woman had many handsome young men in her life.

"That's better a smile. But it looks like you have tears in your eyes," She said sweetly with what sounded like genuine concern as she offered me a tissue.

"Just a brief sad thought. Your smile was all I needed to remind me of happier things."

By that time I had recovered enough to let go of her. I bent down to retrieve her dropped package. I heard the distinctive rattle of broken glass as I lifted her bag.

"Well, I guess I need to return to the shop. It is a present for my sister. A pretty set of glasses." She explained.

"It is my fault, I will replace them. Where did you buy them?"

She tried to protest, but finally agreed to split the cost of a new set. We chatted as we walked the three blocks to the Kitchen Emporium. I learned her name was Andee. She was the third girl in her family and her father Andy had given up on getting a boy to carry his name. She giggled when she told me about the confusion it causes when her and her younger brother, Andy are in the same room. It seems her parents had a surprise eight years after she was born. It is funny how you can meet someone, click right away and begin sharing personal stuff you may not have told people you have known for years.

In just the time it took to walk three blocks, we had learned a lot about each other. She knew the source of my tears was a sad thought about my breakup. I knew the man she once came to the restaurant with was her father who passed away suddenly several weeks earlier. By the time the new glasses were packed up and ready, we were on our way to becoming friends. We talked more as we walked back toward our cars.

"Andee, where were you thinking about at the restaurant? It must have been a happy place." I asked tentatively.

"Oh, yes, it is! Every summer my father took me and my sisters and brother to a cabin in the mountains. He loved it there but mom was not a woodsy person. They were special times with dad. We were all so happy up there. After we grew up, we didn't all make it to the mountains together anymore. But dad always did stuff to keep us close. He and I had a regular date at the restaurant where we kept up with each other and reminisced and shared. I still keep the date. I know dad is up in those mountains happy now. So I sit and drink wine, like dad and I did and think of him."

I smiled at her as I took my finger and gently wiped away the single tear that rolled down her cheek. "What a great life he shared with his family."

We stood next to her car for a while, talking and smiling and generally enjoying each other's company. Before parting I asked her to have dinner with me on Saturday night. She told me that an unemployed man should not be buying women dinners out. I am sure the disappointment was clearly visible on my face as I thought she was brushing me off. My frown quickly turned to a beaming smile when she invited me to come to her apartment for dinner instead. As it turned out her apartment was in the same part of town as mine. We lived only a few blocks apart yet needed a chance encounter in front of a downtown boutique to meet. 

She gave me a hug before sliding behind the wheel of her car. I watched as her car disappeared down the street. I walked to my car thinking what an amazing thing fate was. Just when I reached the lowest point in my life an angel was put in front of me. An angel that would have slipped away had I not taken a walk and admired an outfit I no longer had a reason to buy.

I had trouble sleeping that night. The absence of alcohol and the excitement of my new adventure kept me tossing and turning all night. I finally gave up around 6:00am and took a shower. I was enjoying my bachelorhood that Saturday morning. Once again able to walk around my home without worrying about getting dressed, I felt a freedom I had been missing without even realizing I had lost it. I chuckled when I remembered how my ex squealed about me parading around with my 'do-dads' swinging around. I allowed myself the brief thought that maybe I would get lucky and Andee wouldn't have similar hang-ups. I reminded myself that she wasn't even my girl friend yet and might never be. There had been nothing to indicate she had any romantic feelings, let alone a desire to see me naked 

I puttered around my apartment nervously until around noon. At that point I decided I had to get out or go completely stir crazy. I called the Café Newl and spoke to Jerry. Happily for me he knew Andee's favorite wine. I hoped Andee was thinking of our dinner as a date because I planned to show up with flowers and wine. I decided to forgo adding a box of candy, thinking all three would be a goofy cliché.

My favorite shopping center was just two blocks away. It was my favorite for several reasons. It was small and close enough to walk to and still had everything I needed. In addition, other than the big chain supermarket, all the stores were small businesses. I knew the owners of all of them and the service was first class. 

The annoying little bell on the door of Wines Etc announced my arrival. Steve, the large jolly man that owned the little booze shop, greeted me with a broad smile and a hearty handshake. 

"Greg, how are things in your life, my friend? What can I do for you today?" Steve asked with a genuine sincerity in his deep baritone voice.

"I need a bottle of Lauriana Napa Semillon"

"Well my friend that is an unusual request. But happily I purchased a case of that delightfully delicate variety just last month. It is a bit pricier than your regular selections though. Are you and your lovely lady perhaps celebrating something special?"

"No, Steve, Susan and I are no longer together. I am going to a new friend's for dinner and it is her favorite wine. I wanted something special to show how glad I am to know her."

"Well then I am happy I have it in stock and until you tell me otherwise I shall stock it for you," Steve said as he slid the pretty bottle into one of his fancy gift bags.

I told him that I hoped he would be stocking it for a long time as I handed him my credit card. 

My next stop was at the other end of the strip center, Little City Flowers. I entered the small shop and glanced around as I took in the intoxicating aroma of fresh cut flowers. As was most often the case there wasn't a soul in site. Gloria, the seventy-something woman who owned the shop was no doubt in the back working on a special order. It always seemed she had more business than she could handle but steadfastly refused to entrust her customers orders to anyone else. I stepped behind the counter and into the workroom. The site of Gloria's rather prolific ass greeted me. She was bent over searching through a cabinet for something and her summer dress was hiked up and pulled tight to her buns. 

Even though I thought of Gloria in a grandmotherly way, I still looked to see if I could get a glimpse of her goodies. Maybe those women who say all men are pigs are right. My eyes moved up her legs and even the wrinkled skin on her thighs did not deter me from noticing the tops of her nylons and following the straps of her garters until they disappeared under the part of her dress that still covered wrinkled treasures. All I could see was her rather large white cotton panties. I managed to come to my senses when I realized I was in danger of becoming a granny-panty voyeur. I purposely made some noise and shouted out a cheerful greeting as if I had just entered the room. Gloria jumped and turned around looking very embarrassed.




The Cafe Newl



"Oh my, you startled me Greg! I hope I wasn't showing all my business," she said as she tugged on the hem of her dress.

I smiled and lied, "Oh no ma'am, I assure you I didn't not see anything private. Your modesty is intact, Gloria."

She laughed heartily as she replied, "I fear my modesty was lost several wars ago hun. Now what can I do for you?"

I explained that I wanted a special bouquet of flowers for a new female friend. Gloria of course asked many questions. My ex loved to have fresh flowers in the apartment so Gloria knew us both well. After I explained about the breakup, including where Susan had gone, Gloria expressed her sympathy. I told her that I thought it was probably for the best. Oddly, Gloria quickly agreed with me. In the years I had known Gloria, I had found her to be a very insightful woman. I wondered if perhaps Gloria had known all along that Susan and I would not make it. Gloria gave me a big hug and told me to stop back on my way out and she would have something nice ready for me. I trusted that she would have the perfect bouquet ready. Gloria had never failed me.

As I stepped out of the shop, I checked my watch. It was just after two PM and I still had five hours to kill before I was to be at Andee's apartment. I had to find something to occupy the time or the nervousness and anticipation about my evening would drive me nuts. I decided a walk to Veteran's Park. I figured some people watching would be a good diversion on a beautiful Saturday afternoon. I ran back to my apartment to drop off the wine and change into shorts, as it was warmer than I had originally thought.

Veteran's Park is a large oasis in the midst of the concrete of our little city. It was just over a mile walk through our well-kept slightly funky neighborhood from my apartment. As I strolled along, I thought of Andee and how much I wanted to get to know her better. I turned the corner onto Adams Street and realized my route would take me right past Andee's apartment building. Since I did not want her to think I was stalking her or staking out the place I took another turn. I figured a few blocks extra walking would be better than Andee seeing me and thinking that I was some weirdo. I had not connected her address to Veteran's Park, but now figured she could probably see the park from her apartment. 

The park was busy as I expected on such a beautiful day. Kids played noisily in the fields and the dog park was full of people giving their precious pets a taste of freedom. I walked along the paths the wound through the formal landscaped garden area. On the hills that surrounded the garden sunbathers were filling the grassy knoll known as Veteran's beach with their brightly colored blankets. Singles and couples dotted the hills letting their skin bake in the sun's warm rays. Some wore bathing suits so tiny that they may as well have been nude. I took a seat on a bench that was located in a position that gave me a view of several single ladies on the hill above me.

One in particular caught my eye. It seemed she had just arrived. I watched as she spread her sky blue blanket out on the emerald grass. Then she pulled her t-shirt over her head and slipped her cutoff shorts off revealing her tiny thong bikini. Her large breasts were barely contained behind the small triangles that hid her areolas from view. Her nipples showed as they were pressed into the skimpy material. My eyes moved down her torso as she stretched. Her belly was taught but not so thin as to make her look malnourished. A thin strip of lavender nylon barely covered pussy. She clearly was freshly waxed and I found myself wishing that the thong would somehow tear. As she brought her arms down she pulled the band that held her hair in a ponytail and let her soft brown locks fall free. She shook her head as she dropped down to her knees onto the blanket. I stared as I watched her auburn hair swish back and forth over her soft round shoulders. 

When she turned away from me to lie on her stomach, I got a good look at her beautiful ass. The tiny thong left her buttocks completely exposed. I was enticed seeing how the narrowness of her waist gave way to the curve of her hips and blended tight into the exquisite round globes of her ass. This one knew she was a beauty and clearly enjoyed showing it off. As she slid down onto her belly she reached back and released the tiny stings holding her bra closed. Along with gym time it seemed she was a regular at the tanning parlor. Her flesh was already golden brown. Her tan covered her body completely. I could not see any tan lines at all. I found myself wondering if her pussy was surrounded by the same golden brown or would I find I small strip of creamy flesh there. When she finally lay all the way down she spread her legs enough to give me a view of her thong clinging to her pussy lips. From that angle in the sun it was like I was watching her lay before me completely naked.

"Hi, Greg, wow what are you doing here?" 

I nearly jumped off the bench upon hearing Andee's sweet voice. I had been so engrossed in my fantasies about the sunbather I did not notice her walk up. Worse I also became acutely aware of the bulge in my shorts.

"Oh, Hi Andee. Just out for a stroll in the park on this beautiful afternoon," I replied uncomfortable, feeling embarrassed not to stand.

"Mind if I join you? I could use a break; I was jogging on the other side of the park at the school track. I hope I am not too sweaty," she said with a nervous giggle. 

"Oh god, sorry, of course sit. The sun must be frying my brain. How rude of me."

The sunbather was quickly forgotten as Andee and I began talking. Andee gave no indication that she had noticed my erection. I didn't know if she was being polite or I had truly escaped on that one. Problem was even though I was no longer thinking of the sunbathing beauty my cock was still quite happy. Thoughts of Andee nude and in my bed were filling my head. I was infatuated and my desire to take her was growing with each minute we spent together. Somehow I managed to maintain the conversation without doing something stupid to ruin our budding relationship. I concentrated on the present forcing the sexual thoughts out of my head as best I could and finally my erection subsided.

After about an hour, Andee said that she had to get home and get ready for our date. When she called it a date I almost burst from happiness. Until that moment I had not been sure how she felt about our evening. I suggested we walk together as her building was practically on my way home. She very happily told me that she would love for me to walk her home. When we got to her building she seemed to be hesitating by the door as we said goodbye. Then to my surprise she leaned toward me and kissed me softly on the lips. Unable to stop myself I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply, releasing a bit of the passion that had been building in me since I first met her. She opened her mouth and accepted my tongue. As the warmth of her mouth pulled me deeper into the kiss, her tongue greeted mine. Sparks shot through me as we shared a long, warm, deep kiss with our tongues probing back and forth between our mouths.

All too soon the kiss ended and she smiled warmly at me, "Ok, now, plenty of time for that later. I need a shower. Go home and get ready and get back here soon. I won't mind if you are early."

The idea that she wanted more kissing later thrilled me. I smiled broadly, said goodbye again and kissed her lips once more before she turned and headed up the stairs. I am not sure if I floated or skipped or what but it seemed I was home in an instant. I stripped off my clothes and jumped in the shower. As I lathered my body under the warm water it was all I could do to stop myself from stroking my cock to orgasm. I wanted to save that for Andee. I hoped that she wanted me too. The kiss told me that she did, but again I did not want to force anything and ruin our long-term chances. I was primped, dressed and ready to go by 5:30. Although I was not originally supposed to be there until 7:30, Andee had said coming early was ok and I could not stand to wait any longer. 

I returned to the florist and as promised Gloria had a beautiful bouquet ready for me. I stayed at the shop a bit chatting with the sweet older lady. I was still embarrassed that only a few hours before I had actually been attempting to sneak at peek at her pussy. Gloria was unusually solicitous that afternoon and I thought perhaps she was lonely. As I was early anyway, I decided the least I could do was give of my time. The funny thing was it felt like she was flirting with me. She was telling me how good I looked and how lucky my new lady was and about how she wished she was a bit younger so she could snatch me away. I played along and laughed as if we both knew it was only a joke. However, I was sure she was at least a little bit serious. Gloria had been a widow for a long time and I imagine had been without sex even longer as her husband had been incapacitated for years before he died. Finally, we said our goodbyes. This time when I hugged her she kissed my cheek and told me to have fun.

I strolled along the streets at a brisk pace, flowers in one hand and the bottle of wine in the other. When I reached Andee's building I suddenly felt a pang of nervousness. As I began to take the flight of stairs up to her apartment my legs were suddenly rubbery. I grabbed the railing fearing I would fall and break the wine or smash the flowers. I practically told myself out loud to calm down. I was as nervous as a schoolboy out on his first big date. I managed to steady myself and was at Andee's door knocking softly in another minute. 

She pulled the door open wide and stood there framed like a vision. Her big smile beaming at me, welcoming me. However I was completely speechless and my legs felt as if they were locked in cement. She wore a shear pink silk top with a rose cami underneath. This combination just concealed her nipples as the bra that was under the layers of sexy material pushed up her perfect orbs creating an amazing crease of a cleavage. Her short skirt clung to her perfectly curved hips and her nylons accentuated the smooth skin of her lovely shapely legs. I am sure I let out an audible gasp as I took in the loveliness of my beautiful date.

As if realizing I was suddenly overcome by a severe case of schoolboy jitters, Andee took my hand and invited me into her home. She told me that she was glad I had come early and hoped that meant I was as anxious for our night to start as she was. I stammered that I had wanted it to start as soon as I woke up that morning. As the door closed she put her arms around my neck and rose up on her toes as she pulled my face down to hers. Her warm lips touched mine and it felt as if waves of energy were flowing from her lips into my body. Her mouth opened and accepted my tongue. My hands were still full of the wine and flowers; preventing me from embracing her as she gently sucked my tongue into her moist sensual mouth. My body was instantly aroused and I felt a stirring in my pants. I tried to will away my growing erection. I did not want things to go too fast and end up spoiling the moment. As I pulled back, I felt her body brush my bulge and shivered.

Andee, smiled at me, "Perhaps, I should find some water for those before they wilt? It seems to be heating up in here."

I laughed, nervously as I handed her the beautiful bouquet that Gloria had prepared. I suggested we sample the wine and followed and her to the kitchen. She pointed out the location of the corkscrew and wine glasses as she busied herself putting the flowers in a vase. I fumbled with the wine bottle, unable to keep my eyes off Andee. Her captivatingly beautiful smile never left her face as she filled an elegant crystal vase with lute-warm water and carefully arranged the flowers. Each time she glanced my way she caught me staring at her. My face felt warm and I realized I was blushing for the first time in years. The flowers arranged and the wine poured, she suggested we go sit in the living room and talk while we drank the wine.

When she picked up the wine and notice the label, Andee practically squealed, "How could you have known, my favorite wine?"

I confessed that I had called the waiter at the café and asked. She squeezed my hand and proclaimed that to be one the sweetest things anyone ever did for her. I was just glad she didn't think me a pervert who was using tricks to get in her panties.

We sat on her comfy sofa and talked and sipped wine. We pretty much exchanged life stories as the wine quickly disappeared. I told her all about my ex and the ex before that too. Thank god she didn't throw my pathetic ass out of her cozy apartment. She told me about her most recent ex and about her family. I felt the anger when she spoke of the jerk that had shared her bed until six months before and I wiped away the tears when she spoke of missing her father. She retrieved another bottle of wine from the kitchen when she went to check on dinner. We continued drinking and talking until we had killed off the second bottle of the tasty expensive wine. I was feeling a bit woozy and was glad when she suggested we eat. I was not much of a wine drinker and it had been a long time since lunch. I needed to get some food in my stomach to settle things down. She kissed me softly and then headed for the kitchen.

I grabbed the empty wine bottle and followed. When I offered to help she asked me to grab another bottle of wine and open it for dinner. I took the wine to the dinning room and filled the two fresh glasses that were part of the elegant table setting. The glasses were the same fine crystal we had been drinking from in the living room. Her china was very delicate ivory porcelain with hand painted tiny blue flowers. Gleaming silver forks set upon powder blue cloth napkins. I turned as she entered the room caring a platter. In the center was a perfectly carved London broil. The steaming slightly pink meat was surrounded by freshly steamed vegetables and boiled new potatoes. The aroma was heavenly.

She beckoned me to sit and served me a generous helping of the delicious looking food. Then she filled her plate with a somewhat smaller portion and took her seat. I raised my glass to her as I told her how marvelous the food looked. She smiled and returned my salute saying that she hoped she had picked something I would like and then encouraged me to eat. The food was even more delicious than it looked and I discovered I was much hungrier than I thought. After several minutes of silence I attempted to apologize for my poor manners, explaining the food was just too delicious. She smiled and told me that I was being silly and that she enjoyed watching me eat. I was discovering something else new; it was possible to fall in love while eating. 

When the main course was completed, she asked if I was ready for desert. I begged off, suggesting we save that for later. She agreed and when I tried to help clean up, she insisted we leave that for later too. We returned to the sofa. The wine glasses were replaced with small brandy glasses. However, instead of the thick sweet warm distilled wine normally served in such a glass, we were enjoying cool creamy glasses of Bailey's Irish Cream. The cool light brown liquid slid easily down the throat leaving a warm tingling feel along its path. After two glasses of Bailey's I was buzzing quite well. Andee's giggle and slightly slurred speech told me she too was feeling very good. 

I sat my glass down and took her hand in mine. I was looking into her beautiful eyes and my feelings welled over. Even though I knew I was losing control of my actions at this point I was helpless to regain control. 

I blurted out in a deep almost whisper, "I want you Andee, I need you."

Andee's answer was a purr and a smiled. She leaned toward me and pressed her lips to mine. I took her in my arms as our tongues began to dance. My hands gently explored her as our tongues played between our mouths. She pulled my shirt free from my waist and slid her cool hands up my back. The feel of her touch on my flesh set my body to tingling. Her foray under my shirt was all the signal I needed. I pulled the pink silk blouse over her head and fondled her breasts through her cami and bra. My fingers traced through her deep cleavage as my hands slipped over the silky material. Andee slid her hands around my body to my chest as I began to nuzzle and taste her soft sensual neck. I gasped as her delicate fingers teased my already hard little nipples. It had been a long time since I had been touched in such an erotic way.

I found the clasp in front center of her bra just as she began to pinch my tiny excited nipples. Her bra came free and her beautiful orbs poured out into the cami. I saw her large dark areolas and stiff nipples through the translucent silk. Overwhelmed by my hunger I pushed her down onto the sofa and began suckling her luscious tit through the thin silk that covered her flesh. My shirt tore as she squirmed and squealed with obvious delight. Andee pulled on my shirt and the ripped material fell off my torso. She wrapped her leg around my body and pressed into my bulging crotch. We dry humped against each other as I sloppily sucked her through the silk cami causing a large wet circle to grow on the pretty undergarment. She pulled my head up and her lips touched my ear. As her tongue danced around the ridges of my ear she cooed. 

"Take me to bed, please!"

Without a word I stood and helped her to her feet. Hand in hand we walked to her bedroom, both of us panting with desire and a near animal lust. When we entered her room, she pushed me onto the bed atop the beautiful comforter that perfectly matched the exquisitely decorated room. She smiled seductively at me as she began to do a slow striptease. First she slowly pulled the cami over her head and tossed it at me. Her large luscious breasts fell free. Her dark areolas surrounded her long erect nipples like the concentric circles of a target in the middle of her milky white orbs. As I caressed the silky material on my bare chest, she ran her hands up her abdomen and cupped her tits. She squeezed them slightly pushing them up as her thumbs flicked across her hard nipples. 

I felt my cock straining against my pants. The combination of Andee's erotic dance and my hardness rubbing against the knit material of my underwear threaten to cause me to cum in my clothes. She smiled when I slid my hand down to my crotch. I rubbed myself through my pants as she slowly lowered the zipper of her short sexy skirt. I gasped when she let the skirt fall to the floor and I was treated to her beautiful body being displayed only in a thong that matched her pretty cami, which I now held, and her nylons and garter belt. My expression clearly showed I liked what I saw.

Interrupting her striptease, Andee walked slowly to the bed. She gently moved my hand from my crotch and opened my belt. My body trembled in anticipation of her touch as she slowly lowered my zipper. My desire and longing for her made it seem like it took an eternity for her to pull my zipper all the way down. She gave my hardness a gentle squeeze before moving to my shoes. She carefully removed each shoe and sock and then took hold of my waistband and pulled my pants off. I could feel the damp spot on my underwear from the copious amounts of precum oozing from my throbbing cock. I was in an erotic haze; my mind spinning from the pleasure Andee was giving me. Unable to do anything but wait for her next move, I lay on the bed moaning softly as she tugged on my legs urging me to slide to the edge of the bed.

Once she got me in the desired position she knelt between my legs and began softly kissing my thighs. My entire body was alive with tingling sensation as her lips and tongue danced ever closer to my raging sex organs. I could feel her warm breath on my tightening ball sack through the knit material that separated me from her beautiful lips. I cried out in ecstasy when she began to softly nibble my hard shaft through my shorts. I felt the vibrations of her purring lips as she slid her hands into the leg holes of my shorts. Her fingers tickled my sensitive scrotum as she kissed the tip of my cock that peaked out of the waistband of my shorts. As I squirmed on the bed I tried to concentrate on maintaining control. I wanted that moment to last forever. She made me feel more sexually alive than any woman I had ever known. 




The Cafe Newl



Lost in my sexual reverie, I hardly realized my underwear was being removed. My hands found her head and caressed her as she began an erotic and exciting tongue bath of my cock and balls. With every lick my cock jerked and hit her sweet pretty face. I watched fascinated as she made love to my cock with her tongue and lips. Her smile was amazing and the fact that she seemed to genuinely enjoy kissing my cock brought the experience far beyond any oral sex I had ever before enjoyed. When finally she wrapped her delicate fingers around the base of my shaft and slid her lips over my cock head taking me into her mouth, I knew I would soon explode.

Somehow, she controlled me as she sucked and licked my cock. Every time I thought I was at the point of no return she stopped me from cumming. Alternating between sucking my cock like a woman possessed and gently kissing my thighs she made the blowjob last far longer than anything I had ever experienced before. Finally, she took hold of my hands and pulled me to my feet. She wiggled her tongue in my cum-slit as she caressed my ass. My desire for release was so great I was practically whimpering. She looked up at me with her beautiful dark eyes wide and sparkling. 

She smiled as she purred, "Cum for me sexy!"

She grabbed my ass and pushed me forward into her waiting mouth. Her delicate fingers kneaded my ass cheeks as she guided me in and out of her mouth. Her lips and tongue caressing my aching, throbbing cock as she guided me to fuck her beautiful face. My moans filled the room as my balls drew tight as a tide of cum began to move to eruption. I screamed that I was going to explode to give her a chance to remove her mouth from my cock. She clamped on hard as if she didn't want to loose a drop of my seed. My knees nearly buckled as I came hard. The pleasure flowed through my body in waves as my cum flowed into her mouth and down her throat. She continued sucking me hard until I could not take the stimulation anymore.

I fell to my knees and took her into my arms, kissing her lips as I panted. I was so high my head was spinning. She held me and kissed me and caressed me until I once again returned to earth. I lifted her up onto the bed and gently rolled her nylons down her smooth sexy legs. She raised her voluptuous ass up so that I could pull down her garter belt and thong. My first sight of the small neatly trimmed triangular patch of hair and her swollen pussy lips caused my cock to stir anew. I ached to climb on top of her and fill her wet pink cavern with my cock; however, I also wanted that night to go on forever. I gently parted her legs and she drew her knees up a bit fully exposing her glistening pussy. 

The dark triangle of hair seemed to act as a pointer directing me to her sexual treats. I crawled between her legs, kissing my way up her silky thighs. Everywhere her flesh touched mine seemed to be electrified. I lowered my mouth and kissed all around her pussy. She squirmed and began to squeal a bit as my tongue snaked out and licked her soft outer lips. My first taste of her was intoxicating. I knew I was forever addicted to her juices as I plunged my tongue into her pussy. I pulled her lips apart with my fingers opening her up so I could get my tongue as deep as possible in her. My lips pressed into her wet pink flesh as my tongue licked the walls of her delicious pussy. 

Her body tensed as I licked my way up her slit, sucking her labia until I reached her hard little nub. Her clit was fully emerged from its hood and I swirled the tip my tongue around it as my fingers entered her pussy. I began to finger fuck her deeply as I licked and sucked her clit. My fingers probed inside her throbbing pussy seeking her special spot as I pushed my mouth tighter to her body. I lapped at her clit sucking down her flowing nectar. When my finger finally found that special raised spot inside her, I felt her body convulse under me. She came hard, her passion filling the room with erotic screams. She flooded my face as she grabbed my head and pressed me into her hot convulsing pussy. I was unable to breath. I could only swallow her juice and keep sucking and licking her clit.

Her violent orgasm calmed enough for me to pull away and catch a breath. Her sounds, taste and smell had made me once again fully erect. I had to have her and crawled up on top of her. She was panting hard and had a wild, untamed, lustful look in her dark eyes. I kissed her hard, thrusting my tongue into her hungry mouth. She sucked my tongue like she had sucked my cock earlier. My cock now throbbed against her leg and her hard nipples pressed into my skin. Our sweaty bodies pressed and rubbed against each other. Our moans stilled by each other's mouths as we kissed as if trying to swallow the other.

Andee broke the kiss and cried out, "Please fuck me now! I want you inside me!"

I moved into position, forcing her legs wide around me. She drew them up and I grabbed a pillow and shoved it under her ass fully exposing her pussy. I bent and kissed her beautiful heaving tits as I rubbed my aching cock into her slit. Her wet pussy lips wrapped around my shaft, kissing my cock as I slid it up and down her wetness, letting it rub along her twitching clit. She reached between us and took hold of my cock. She pushed it down and the head popped into her. As soon as I felt her pussy kiss my throbbing cock head I drove myself forward burying the entire length of my shaft deep inside her.

"Yes, yes, yes, give it to me baby!" She cried

I needed no encouragement. I began fucking her with a vengeance. She met every hard thrust with a counter thrust of her own. We found a perfect rhythm, our bodies matching thrust for thrust. She bucked under me as I impaled her hot wet pussy, my balls pressed to her ass with each deep thrust. If I had not just cum in her mouth I would have lost it completely. Her first orgasm with me inside her took me by surprise. She screamed and her pussy walls tightened on my cock. It felt as if she was going to pull my cock off. I could only grind myself into her until she released me and I could once again drive my cock in and out of her. She continued to beckon me to fuck her harder. I began to use my legs to thrust forward pinning her to the bed with each powerful stroke. I fucked her hard and deep through several more orgasms before finally exploding. It felt as if my entire body was ejaculating. I was completely lost in an orgasm that came in multiple waves. I tried to pull away, to stop, but she once again locked onto me with her pussy. I fell upon her nearly exhausted and she pulled me tight to her by locking her legs around me. She squeezed my body pressing my deep into her as we shared an earth-shattering explosion of sexual pleasure. 

We lay in each other's arms for a long time. Our bodies shaking and quivering, we were unable to speak. When finally I was almost breathing normally and felt able to speak, I had no words to express the feelings. 

All I managed to say was, "Wow!!!"

She replied, "Yes Wow!!"

We fell asleep in each other's arms and did not stir again until well after sunrise. I was thrilled to wake in her arms and know the most amazing night of my life had not been a dream. That next day after a long shower together, Andee made me a wonderful breakfast. In the afternoon, we went to the Café Newl and shared a bottle of Lauriana Napa Semillon as we have twice a month ever since. She told me more about her dad and I told her about my life. I fell even more deeply in love with her with each minute we spent together. A week after our first date I moved into her apartment. We are talking of marriage now and if it works out I will hopefully tell you of the honeymoon soon.



The Cafeteria



Working as an accountant at a large company has it's drawbacks. My workspace is small. The work I do can be routine. The more routine the work, the longer the days seem to be and the smaller the workspace can get. But I've always been good with numbers, and after graduating with honors from college I landed a great job doing what I love to do. At least that part of my life fulfilled my expectations.

The part of my life that was alone with no one to share it with did not. I've never been the kind of guy that women were drawn to. I'm 5'10, and a slim 160. Not feminine by any means, but not the prototypical stud that made women say 'I want him now!' Turns out they say "I want him as a friend.' Which is OK with me. I'm lucky to have some very good lady friends, and one in particular is my best friend.

Maggie works in the personnel department at the same company I do. As with many employees I met her on my first day. One of her responsibilities is to make sure new staff members get a proper orientation to the facility. I spent an hour that day with Maggie as she gave me the dime tour, and we hit it off as friends. She is a beautiful 38 year old redhead, but I never thought of her in a romantic context. Turns out I never would have had a chance. Her husband left her and their 2 kids for another woman. Maggie got to retain custody of the children, even after she started a relationship with a woman herself. Maggie and her girlfriend Penny have been together for 8 years now, and when I need someone to talk to Maggie is there for me.

As luck would have it I get to talk to her every day at lunch. Our company sets up lunch breaks in staggered groups, so that not everyone is out to lunch at the same time. We also have a great cafeteria. Say what you want about cafeteria food, but ours makes us want to stay and ask for seconds. It's also a great place to meet your co-workers and make new friends. 

I usually made it there before Maggie because my little cubicle is closer than her office. I was sitting at our usual table when Maggie arrived. I spotted her across the room and waved her over. "Hi Maggie. How's life in the Personnel Department?"

Maggie just smiled. "Same old same old." I ask he the same question every day and she gives me the same answer every day. Just then Linda from the sales department joins us. It's bad enough that I can't find a girlfriend, but now I'm sitting with a lesbian in a committed relationship and the company flirt who would give me the time of day, then just walk away.

Linda may not be interested in me, but she is a nice lady. And is always cordial. "Hi Maggie. Hi Ryan. How are you doing today?" We both gave her a quick recap of our day, and we settled into a nice conversation on what we have been up to lately. By the time we were ready to leave Linda brought up her favorite subject-Men.

"Maggie, did you get to meet the new guy in IT today? I saw him in the hallway and he is sooo cute." Maggie started to laugh. Linda gave her a quizzical look. What's so funny?" Maggie shook her head and said "you're out of luck there Linda. He would be more interested in Ryan than you." For once Linda was speechless on the subject of guys. Finally she blurted out a response. "He's gay. What a waste." Linda got up to leave as Maggie and I shared a smile.

We were getting up to leave ourselves when Maggie spotted him. "There's the object of Linda's disaffection." I turned and saw him and even though I've never noticed another guy's looks it was caught by his. Maggie started to wave her hand. "Kyle, over here." He stopped and changed direction. Maggie took care of the introductions. "Kyle, I'd like you to meet Ryan, one of or ace accountants." I put my hand out to shake his. "Nice to meet you Kyle." Kyle shook mine and smiled. "Nice to meet you Ryan." We shook hands for a little longer than normal, and Maggie took notice. She then chimed in. "I'll see what I can do to change your lunch break so that you can join us." Kyle smiled and replied "I'd like that. Thanks."

Maggie and I left the cafeteria and headed to the elevator. We got in and were alone. She asked me a question that I never saw coming. "Ryan, have you ever been with another man?" I was taken aback, but knowing Maggie there was a purpose to her directness. "No, I haven't.' The door opened and I got off at my floor. On the way out she said "Ryan, that might change soon."

The rest of the day all I could thin about was what Maggie said, and about Kyle. Was I attracted to him? Was I obvious about it? I've never been attracted to another man. But then again I've never had much luck with women either. My first girlfriend was Kate, back in high school. I was on the track team, running distance races from 800 meters to 3200 meters. Kate also ran track, but excelled in the field events. We became best of friends and later romantically involved. We took each others virginity, and made love to each other on many occasions throughout our senior year. But Kate headed out to the West Coast for college, and I stayed in the Midwest. We keep in touch, and remain great friends, but our relationship settled into best pals and never became romantic again.

In college I was intimate with 2 other girls there, but both times it was just a one nighter. There was lust, but no passion. Empty sex. And looking back it turned me off starting a relationship with anyone and led me to concentrate on my studies. I combined my major in accounting with success on the track and graduated with honors. But success without anyone to share it with is a hollow victory, and now it seems like there might be someone out there who at the very least has caught my eye. But could I give my heart to another man? I pondered that question the rest of the day. And I kept thinking back to something Maggie told me a while ago. When I asked her once how she got involved with Penny, she told me that you fall in love with the person, not the gender. If you meet the one for you, you just know.

The rest of the week I got a glimpse of Kyle in the cafeteria. I was heading out and he was coming in. And every time I saw him I became more attracted. He is a sight. About 6'2, a solid 190 I'd say. Blonde hair and deep blue eyes. The looks that I always wish I had. The looks that make women swoon. And the looks that I'm finding out makes men change their ways. But I'm finding out something that is making my life even more complicated. Attraction to another man is something I never thought I would find myself facing. Now I'm finding out that how to approach another man is even tougher. Approaching a woman was difficult. A man as beautiful as Kyle...I'll have to figure something out or go out of my mind with desire.

Turns out I didn't have to. I got an unexpected assist from Maggie on two fronts. On Friday I settled into my chair for lunch and the next thing I knew I heard his voice. "Mind if I join you?" I heard Kyle over my shoulder. "Not at all." I motioned for him to join me. I couldn't take my eyes off of him, nor could I believe how lucky I was. The first man I had ever felt any sort of attraction to, and he was wanting to sit with me. But the strange part of the situation was that I felt comfortable around him. No nervousness, and no doubts. I feel that if this had been a beautiful blonde woman that I would be sweating and stammering to the point where she would get up and leave. I felt nothing like that around Kyle.

"How do you like it here" I asked. Even though I felt very comfortable around him, it was still all that I could manage. "It's great. And Maggie has been more than helpful getting me settled. The two of you must be great friends. She talks about you all the time.

"Really. Anything she didn't swear you to secrecy that you care to pass along?"

"Just that you are a great guy. And that you like to run. Is there a good place to go for a jog around here? I'm still getting unpacked and haven't had a chance to check out the area."

"Jackson Park is great. About 2 miles around and well shaded."

"You wouldn't mind some company, would you? Although from what Maggie told me I don't think I could keep up with your pace over a distance like that."

"It is a public park, and there are plenty of places to stop and take a break if you need it. I'll be heading out there at 8 in the morning tomorrow. You are more than welcome to join me."

"Thanks. I'll take you up on that."

We spent the entire time on our lunch break talking about everything. He told me how he wound up here. How his last boyfriend, who he lived with for just over a year, had just gotten up and left. No reason. Just a note saying he needed some space. Kyle decided that he needed a fresh start, and that the IT position here was what he was looking for. One thing in particular was that this was one of the more gay friendly companies in the US. Generous domestic partner benefits and a comfortable workplace for gays and lesbians. It was one of the first things he brought up to Maggie during his orientation, and that's how she found out he was gay so quickly. I never had reason to think of this place along the lines of being gay-friendly, but there was never any ill will towards minorities of any kind. It was then that I learned to appreciate my job here even more. 

After work I stopped to grab a bite to eat, read the newspaper and went for a walk. I have no idea how long I was out because all I could think about was Kyle. When I got home I jumped in the shower, still thinking about what my life was about to become. I was starting to accept that I was gay. I was attracted to Kyle, and wanted to explore a relationship with him. As much as a friendship was great, I wanted more. I wanted him. I wanted to love Kyle, and to have him love me. I also knew that a sexual relationship was something I was not familiar with, and on that front I would have to play it out and see what happens. I stripped out of my clothes, and climbed in to shower. The hot water felt wonderful, and I was getting hot myself. I felt my cock become erect. Knowing that my 6 inches were now going to belong to another man. I thought of Kyle, how I wished he were here with me. Our bodies against each other. His cock pressed against mine. His arms holding me close. Our lips sharing a kiss only lovers share. Then I came. A shattering orgasm that nearly brought me to my knees. It was then that I realized that I had not been stroking my cock. That I came thinking solely of Kyle. No woman had ever brought me to climax like that. I was gay and I loved Kyle. I could only hope he would feel the same about me. 

Saturday morning rolled around and I arrived at the park. Kyle was right behind me. I got out of my car and saw him get out of his. I waved and called over to him. "Ready to go?" Kyle returned the wave and replied "Let's go." My fantasy in the shower did not compare to the reality of seeing him now. Baggy shorts but I could see that his legs were very toned and muscular. A tank top was showing enough chest that I could tell he was just as solid above the waist. My was getting hotter for him all the time, but now was the time for running. 

I am still an excellent long distance runner, and I knew Kyle would have a tough time keeping up. So I intentionally slowed the pace and our stops were at a minimum. When we finished it was time for a cool down and nice leisurely walk, which gave us time to talk some more. He asked if I was a sports fan, and I have always been. Doesn't really matter which sport. I'll watch just about anything. Especially baseball. And his next statement was music to my ears.

"I'm going to the game tonight and if you want to join me I'd love it."

"Sounds great to me. Do you already have tickets?"

"No. I was going to get them at the window. Play it by ear. What do you think?"

"I think it sounds like a great way to spend a Saturday night."

"Terrific. Game starts at 7. Meet you by the ticket window at 6:30 then."

"It's a date." Kyle smiled and walked to his car. The sweat was causing his shorts to cling to his ass, and it was mesmerizing. I began to wonder what would happen tonight.

I went home and showered. And once again thought of Kyle. This time I had the image of his sweat soaked shorts framing his perfect ass, and I had to stroke my cock. I could not believe how hard I got, and I came in no time at all. I gathered myself and finished the shower. I got out and looked at myself in the mirror. I could see why women were not attracted to me physically. But I never thought of myself as feminine in any way. But I could see myself in that role with Kyle. A bottom, I believe the term is. In one week I went from a lonely straight man who couldn't get a woman for anything to a gay bottom in love with another man. But I feel more at ease with myself in this role than before, and acceptance of who I am now is making my life more enjoyable.

When I got to the ballpark I spotted Kyle sitting on a bench nearby. I was wearing my jersey and cap, and he was wearing his. Now I know why he wanted to go to this game. His favorite team was playing, and mine was as well. Turns out they were not the same team.

"Looks like we have something to argue about now, don't we?" Kyle said with a smile.

"Looks that way indeed ." I replied. "Let's get our tickets."

We walked to the ticket window and found 2 seats just over the right field wall. We spent the time talking about baseball. Who our favorites were. What the manager should be doing. Why these guy kept swinging at bad pitches. We shared a couple of beers, burgers, hot dogs and nachos. I do believe that we both ate way too much. Next time we'll have to run an extra mile. By the end of the game, and a victory for my beloved squad, I had the best time I could remember and we headed for the exit. Since it was only 10 in the evening I was hoping the night could last a little longer.

"Any plans for the rest of the evening?" I asked.

"Going home and soaking in the tub. You ran my legs ragged today."

I'm sure Kyle saw the look of disappointment on my face.

"But if I were up to it I would hit the town with you."

That was what I needed. Kyle to show some interest in me. And I'm sure my smile showed that I was interested in him, I he didn't already know. I was hoping we could continue tonight, but I'd settle for later. Then Kyle asked me "How about this coming Friday? I'm going to be busy installing software all week and hitting the town that night would be a great was to unwind."

"I was going out with Maggie and Penny for dinner that night. I'm sure they would mind a fourth but I'll ask. Is that OK?" 

"Sounds good to me. I'm sure Maggie has some interesting stories to tell on you. I'm sure we'll run into each other in the cafeteria. Just let me know what the plans are for the night."

"I'll get in touch with Maggie and let you know."

We didn't even say goodbye. We just looked at each other for what seemed like an eternity. A look that said 'we'll be together in our hearts tonight.' A look I've never seen before, and never given to anyone either.

I stopped by Maggie's office Monday morning. She was as busy as ever, but no one was as organized as her. She spotted me in the doorway and didn't miss a beat. "How's it going Ryan? Have a good weekend?" 

"I had a great time. Went running with Kyle Saturday morning and then to the ballgame that night. Most fun I've had in a long time."

Maggie just smiled. A smile that was telling me she had some hand in it, somehow.

"What's up Maggie? What have you done now?"

"Nothing much. Just gave nature a little nudge."

"What do you mean, a little nudge?"

"After that day when Kyle first met you he asked me later in the day about you. He thought you were handsome and very nice, and he asked if you were gay."

"What did you tell him?"

Maggie finally stopped in her tracks. "I told him you were straight, but that he had caught your eye somehow. Kyle said that he got the same vibe from you, and that he hoped you were attracted to him."

I was speechless. Kyle was interested in me as much as I was in him. All I could do was smile.

"What did you do after the game?" She asked. 

"He was worn out still from the jog earlier and went home. He wanted to know if I was free Friday night and I told him that I was going out with you and Penny. You wouldn't mind if he joined us, would you?"

"Not at all.' Maggie replied. "Maybe we could find a more intimate setting for a double date dinner than what we had planned.

"You pick out the restaurant, and I'll let Kyle know when and where."

I turned to leave her office and stopped. I spun around to face Maggie. "By the way, I'm not straight. I am gay." I just came out to my best friend, and I knew my life would never be the same. Maggie looked at me and said "It's liberating, isn't it?" 

"Yes, it is." I felt like a new man with a new life, looking to spend it with the love of my life. Two weeks ago I would have never thought that my love would be another man.

Once again I faced a week of anticipation. Wondering what was going to happen between Kyle and I. I got to briefly chat with him in the cafeteria, and I can't remember ever smiling that much. It was after one of those brief interludes that I caught myself admiring his body. It seemed to be firmer and better looking than what I remembered. Then it occurred to me that I didn't care if anyone knew that I was attracted to Kyle. If someone were to say anything I'd just tell the that I was gay and that they must be jealous. Now I couldn't wait for the final chapter of my new life to unfold. With any luck I was going to make love to another man. Or more specifically, he was going to make love to me. I never felt my cock get so hard so fast, and the precum was flowing. Friday couldn't get here fast enough.

Friday night finally arrived and I approached the restaurant Maggie picked. A nice little Italian place that I have visited before. Turns out I was the last to arrive. Kyle was talking to Maggie and Penny, and all three were laughing. I walked up and I had to ask.

"What's so funny?

Kyle looked at me with a grin that looked like he caught the canary.

"They were telling me a few Ryan stories."

"Nothing too embarrassing, I hope." I was starting to feel like I was the butt of more than one joke here.

"Not at all." Maggie replied. She got up and gave me a hug. "How are you doing tonight, Ryan?"

"Hungry." I looked at Kyle and smiled. Penny caught the look and walked towards me.

"It looks like you are." Penny answered. "But dessert is later. Let's get our table.

The four of us continued telling stories. I got in a few zingers on Maggie and Penny. A little revenge for what they told Kyle when I wasn't around. Dinner was magnificent and the wine was a great way to loosen up and nervousness I might have had left in me. We finally finished and it was time to go our separate ways. I knew Maggie and Penny were going to a dance club. I was hoping for a nice quiet night with Kyle. See what might happen. I got my wish when the ladies left.

"I live about 2 blocks from here. Wanna head back to my place?" Kyle asked.

"Sure." I answered. "Did you drive or walk?"

"I walked. Figured I could walk off dinner on the way home. If you want to leave your car here I'm sure it would be safe. The police station is about a half mile the other way."

"Then we'll walk." We started towards Kyle's place and along the way our hands touched, and then our fingers became intertwined. Walking hand in hand with Kyle felt so right I couldn't wait for what was to come next.

We arrived at his townhouse and he lead me in. "Like a nightcap?" Kyle asked.

"Thank you. I'll have a beer, if you have one."

"One beer, coming right up."

Kyle brought the beers for me and himself, and we settled on the couch. Kyle sat in the corner, and when I joined him he put his arm around me. It felt so good to be held by him, and I realized what I was missing in my life. He kicked off his shoes, and I did the same. When he took off his socks I noticed that his toenails were painted a bright red. It was something I didn't expect, and Kyle sensed the same.